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too-many-rooks · 29 days ago

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What's the deal with Patrice?

Patrice is such an intriguing but enigmatic character in season four the show; I ended the season pretty fascinated by him (and how he fits into a certain type *cough* Yassen *cough*) so flocked to the books for more details. In ‘Spook Street’, he's one of our POV characters, so we get a much more internal perspective of his thinking, his character, and his history at Les Arbes.

So I've collated some quotes from the book that I think shine an interesting light on him, for general information, and as a fic writing resource.(please please write fic about patrice pls pls pls)

Under the cut are some book spoilers from 'Spook Street'. I've not yet read past this book, so there are no further book spoilers, and nothing here spoils major plot points that you won't already know if you've seen season four, though I highly recommend the books!

This is broken down into sections about...

His relationship with his mother and his father (Who is not Frank in the book,)

His attachment to Bertrand, (And how that connects to his interactions with River,)

His general character traits,

His indoctrination and relationship with Frank.

General Character traits.

One of the things that particularly struck me about Patrice, is how normal he's described as being, at least on the surface. He is careful, measured, and rational. He's clearly very good at what he does, but doesn't seem to derive too much pride from his skills, he wants to complete his targets, report his successes, and move on.

Starting with a more generalised collection of quotes, these passages give insight into his thought process, perspective, and relationship to his work and general character.

In pretty stark contrast to River, who spends most of his time flailing about without a clue what's going on, especially during his time in France -

'He knew precisely where he was-wouldn't dream of setting foot on hostile land without memorising routes-' p.223

His connection to his cold body, Paul Wayne, is something ingrained in him from his earliest memory; Paul doesn't seem to be a persona or someone with a notably different character and behaviour; Paul both is and isn't Patrice. Also, he can speak without a French accent.

“None of which was news to Patrice. Who wasn’t Patrice today, but that was hardly news either. His passport proclaimed him Paul Wayne, and this required no mental adjustment: Patrice had been Paul Wayne for as long as he could remember. And Paul Wayne was as much at home in London, even the bad parts, as anywhere in France; could order a drink either side of the river, and nobody would bat an eye. Because Paul Wayne didn’t just speak English, he spoke English English, the same way he spoke French French. He’d have tied Henry Higgins in knots, and if that wasn’t enough to piss Higgins off, Paul Wayne could have gone on to kill him with his bare hands in about fourteen different ways, because that, too, had been part of the training that had been taking place every moment of Patrice’s life. Patrice’s life was about being Paul Wayne. And today Paul Wayne was taking one Sam Chapman off the board.” p.279

In a fight, he's able to keep his head, and stay focused on the facts. In the garage when he's trying to kill Sam, he manages to take down -

“Two of them, and both down. It had taken seconds. There was no pride in the thought. He was simply monitoring the situation.” p.306

We see again his calm, unemotional response to combat during his attack on Slough House.

“He sensed that the woman’s gun was empty, because there was fear in her eyes, and she did not look like someone who would be scared holding a loaded gun. Microseconds, these thoughts took. Less. It was part of what he’d learned at Les Arbres, in its woods and in its cellars; that you measured a situation in the moment you became part of it, and that what you did next was less action than response—you became part of the inevitable: that was what he had been taught. What would happen next was fixed from the moment he’d kicked the door down. All that remained was for the bodies to hit the floor.” p.455

Natasha and Yevgeny.

In the book, the woman from Les Arbes that River meets, Natasha, is a bit different. Instead of Bertrand's mother, she's Patrice's. Similarly, Natasha was a local girl, who was impregnated when she was around 18, by an older man from Les Arbes, though in the books he's a character called Yevgeny. Deviating from the show, Natasha doesn't seem to have any particularly negative feelings toward Yevgeny, though she recognises their age gap, and how constricted her life would be if she stayed with him.

Yevgeny is Russian, 'of course', (p.256), a former KGB spy who had worked at the Russian embassy in London. (p.320). In his interrogation, Frank mentions a KGB member 'who specialised in what Harkness called mental calibration.' (p.495) It's unclear exactly what this means, but seems to suggest Yevgeny played a pretty central role in forming the minds of their home-grown assassins.

Natasha and Yevgeny meet in a bar, in the summer of 1990, and she eventually becomes pregnant.

'"My parents are very angry with me, and with Yevgeny too. He was much older than me. In his thirties." "And how did he react?" Her eyes became faraway again. "He is happy. He say he will be good father, and we will live happily ever after."' p.257.

Aware that this version of a happily ever after constricts her world to the two bridges that mark her village, and the next one along the river, Natasha feels constrained. She wants to go to Paris, wants to see the world - but doesn't seem to want to leave Yevgeny, instead, she wants -

'"Yevgeny to take me away. Not keep me here." "Did you have the baby?" "Yes. A boy, Patrice. And he does what babies do, which is cry a lot, and I was just eighteen... So one night... I leave the house with some money I have saved and I catch a train to Paris, which is how I get to see parts of the world which are not between these two bridges."' p.258.

During this time in Paris, she became a prostitute. She comes back to the area, after ten years or so, because her father has died and she's able to come back.

'“All that time Yevgeny has [Patrice], at Les Arbres. My parents never see him, my father because he does not want to, and my mother because my father. But Yevgeny sends her photographs. I have these pictures still. I will show them to you.” “I went there, of course. To Les Arbres. But they do not let me in. Yevgeny, he comes out. He tells me I am not welcome, that I am no longer Patrice’s mother. That he has a family, and does not need me.” “I’m sorry,” River said. “I too. Because I know he is right, I am not Patrice’s mother. I give him birth, that is all. But still, I want to see him, I demand to see him, and then Frank comes, and Frank, he is very clear, very direct. He tells me that unless I leave, he will have police arrest me. He will tell them that not only am I a prostitute but a drug addict also, and other things like that. Threats.”' p.260.

Yevgeny sends Patrice's grandmother pictures of him until she dies when he is ten. This is the last photo she has of her son, and the last time she has seen him, but she seems keen to be reunited.

‘“If you find my son,” she said, “you will tell me, yes? You will tell me where he is?” River lied to her, as sincerely as he knew how.’ (p.265).

Later, after being taken captive by him, River mentions both of his parents to try and sway or disrupt Patrice.

During the initial assault on the convoy, when he's about to shoot Flyte, River repeatedly calls him by his name, and tells him "It's not what Yevgeny would want." (p.359.) This is enough to make Patrice pause, not shoot Flyte, and question who this guy is.

River gets kidnapped, and him and Patrice have a weird date (which we will go into in more detail about below), and as he's taking him to Frank, River goes for another attempt at using his family to throw him off.

'“I met your mother today,” he said. “Natasha.” Patrice said nothing. “She misses you.” Patrice shook his head, but still said nothing. “She wants to know you’re all right. It worried her, when Les Arbres burned down. Any mother would worry.” “I have no mother.” “She didn’t abandon you, you know. Or at least—she came back. She wanted to see you, to be with you. They wouldn’t let her.” “I have no mother,” Patrice repeated. “She was there for years. Never far away. In case you needed her.” Patrice looked at him and said, “Those things never happened. Stop talking.” “I will if you want. But I don’t think you do.” As casually as if he were swatting a fly, Patrice reached out to slap River’s cheek, but River had been expecting this, or something like it, and blocked the blow. But not the second, which was aimed at his throat. Patrice pulled it at the last second, or River would have been laid out on the pavement. Patrice said, “Stop now. Or I’ll make you.”' (p.406)

From this, we can understand that any mention of his mother wanting to be re-united was kept from him. His insistence that he has no mother, seems to suggest he was told nothing about her at all, other than that she abandoned him, not even Frank's story of her being a drug-addicted prostitute.

Patrice is unwilling, or unable, to consider that his mother was so close all that time, and still wants to see him and cares about him. He defaults to violence to make River stop voicing these challenging ideas.

His connection with Yevgeny is less clear, but what we hear of him is interesting. His wanting, and being excited for a child, which might have been him fulfilling Frank's orders, keeping Natasha away after she abandoned them, again fits with Frank's wishes to keep the mothers away, but possibly reflects a genuine sense of betrayal, and belief that he is giving Patrice all the family that he needs.

And the pictures; taking a picture of his son every year to send to a woman he doesn't see, who doesn't approve of him, but who is also so clearly in her husbands's control that she wouldn't be in much of a position to kick up a fuss about it if he didn't, creating a potential security risk in circulating evidence of them all together, of the children all together, it's a hell of a thing to do. It introduces this really compelling nuance about how much, if at all, the men at Les Arbes loved their children.

Bertrand

In the pictures Yevgeny sends Patrice's grandmother, sometimes he is in the company of the other children raised at Les Arbes. The book tells us -

“The eldest two, they were at Les Arbres from the beginning. I do not remember their names. And here,” and she plucked a photo from the pile of her son at five or so, with another boy, slightly younger, “this is Patrice with Bertrand. Bertrand is Frank’s son.” “There are six or seven children in the end. All boys. The first two, and then Patrice and Bertrand and two or three more.” p.261

This seems to suggest Patrice and Bertrand were born at a similar time, and possibly constitute their own age group separate from the older two, and younger two(or three).

It's clear that Patrice and Bertrand were close, and he's upset about the likelihood of him being killed, and the possibility of him being taken captive by Mi5, but he can rationalise his death, based on the mistakes he had made. He feels his emotions, expresses them, and then moves on.

'Patrice loved Bertrand like a brother, but facts were facts; Bertrand had been known to falter at critical moments.' p.223 'Squirting cleanser onto the wind-screen, he watched as the wipers smeared the seagull's mess into a grey film. Another clean-up job that made things worse. Then he cried, very briefly, for Bertrand, who was probably dead; squirted more cleanser, and ran the wipers again.' p.225

When River comes back to London using the Adam Lockhead passport, unlike in the show, in the book Patrice thinks it might be Bertrand; here his connection to Bertrand, being the only emotional connection he has left, is displayed again.

"Attachments were encouraged only because without them, there was nothing to purge. Bertrand, though, had been the attachment Patrice had never purged himself of. If Bertrand was alive they could complete this mission together and get the fuck off this godforsaken island.” p.350

Re-uniting with, or freeing Bertrand, finishing their mission, and leaving the country is therefore a top priority.

“Life at Les Arbres had taught him to grasp what needed doing, which here meant reaching St. Pancras before the action moved on. If Bertrand’s passport was flagged, there’d be security waiting. And of all the things that couldn’t be allowed to happen, Bertrand falling into the hands of MI5 ranked way up high.” p.351

Attacking the convoy and discovering the prisoner MI5 have isn't Bertrand, is evidently an upsetting experience for him.

“Because he wasn’t Bertrand, but in that first moment, Patrice thought he was: they had the same features, almost; the same hair. Eyes. Something was going on; crawling under the skin, like a worm inside an apple.” p.350

“Who are you?” Patrice repeated. “Adam Lockhead,” River said. The name cut a groove through Patrice’s expression. “No. Where’s Bertrand? And why . . . ” p.360

And thus kicks off Patrice and River's weird little kidnapping date, a sequence that is significantly longer and juicier in the book than being shoved in the back of a stolen car.

River

River and Patrice have a really interesting dynamic. They're both clearly fascinated by the other, and want to know what's going on. Patrice has technically kidnapped him, and is threatening and hurting him, but River's not exactly trying too hard to run away.

During the attack on the convoy, Patrice tells him they will be leaving together.

'Patrice spoke so calmly he might have been choosing fruit. “We. You and me. Or I’ll kill you here.”' p.361,

River tries to punch him, but he's not totally opposed to the idea -

‘Last thing he was doing was leaving Patrice’s side; not until he’d had a chance to question him about Les Arbres, about the commune, and about why Patrice’s comrade-in-arms had come to kill the O.B.’ p.387 “Not quite a prisoner, then, though hardly an accomplice, he stayed by Patrice’s side." p.387

The two travel by tube, where phone connection means any news about the attack on Pentonville Road would travel slowly, and anyone who thinks they might recognise them easily dismisses it. Also, Patrice pretends to be River's boyfriend.

“Patrice stayed close; one hand on River’s shoulder, as if for balance.” p.387

“Patrice hit him so quickly that nobody saw: not the passers by, hurrying through the rain; not the fellow travellers still sheltering from the downpour. Certainly not River. First he knew about it was, Patrice was lowering him into a sitting position, murmuring calm words. “He’s okay.” This for the benefit of those nearby. “He gets claustrophobic, that’s all.” To River: “Maybe put your head between your knees?” Somebody said, “Are you sure he’s all right? Should we get help? “He’ll be fine. I’m always telling him, we should take taxis. But no, he insists on the underground, and here we are again.” “My boyfriend’s just the same.” Any other time River might have protested the emphasis on My, but at the moment he was coping with a lot of frazzled nerve ends, as if Patrice had laid into him with a cattle prod rather than his little finger, or whatever it was he’d used to do whatever it was he’d done.” p.389 “Patrice maintained the fiction established for them by sitting next to River and putting his arm round his shoulders. He leaned close, as if whispering sweet consolation, and reminded River: “That required no effort on my part.” River said, “Last time someone hurt me like that . . . ” He paused for breath. “Yes?” “I knocked half his brains out with a length of lead pipe.” Patrice made a show of looking here, there, in front, behind. “Don’t see any lead pipe.” “You won’t.” Patrice’s phone chirruped. “Do you mind? I really ought to take this.” He stood and walked a few paces off. River looked around for a length of lead pipe, but his heart wasn’t in it.” p.389

Patrice and River's weird dates continues on to his meeting with Frank, River leading the way when he knows the destination, on a boat painted to resemble dazzle boats from the first world war.

“Patrice said, “That’s something.” River, as if explaining an object of national pride to a tourist, said, “They were painted like that to confuse submarines. It made it harder to sink them, to pinpoint them as targets.” “And that worked?” “Well, this one’s still here.” p.404

Meeting with Frank, Patrice gets some kisses and a pep talk we don't hear, then comes back to say goodbye to River and tell him how they ought to do this again sometime, and melts away into the rain to go murder all his friends & and his Grandpa.

“Patrice paused, then leaned forward, hands in pockets, and kissed River on the cheek. One cheek only. He said, “We will speak again soon.” Then he walked back the way they’d come; just a man hurrying through the rain, eager for the next place of shelter.” p.409

Frank

Patrice's most notable moments of internal fucked-up-edness come from when he's reflecting on his past, his education at Les Arbes, and his connection with Frank. His loyalty is unshakeable and goes as far as hurting himself when he thinks critically about him.

What we learn about a childhood (or the absence of one) at Les Arbes, is also very notable.

Like Patrice, like Bertrand, like all of them, Yves had had his childhood removed even while it was happening, and replaced by qualities Frank favoured: obedience to him, and reliance on no other. p.350

We can see this focus on total obedience to Frank being ingrained very early on, with orders, or 'instructions', being performed without question.

“And an instruction from Frank, who had been giving him instructions since he was a toddler, and who had ensured, way back then, that there was no question of Patrice not carrying them out.” p.428

And then there's the cellar.

“For one brief moment, he remembered the cellar. Each of the boys, on their twelfth birthday, had been locked in a cellar at Les Arbres, with no natural light and just one candle. Every morning, a single bread roll and a beaker of water was delivered. And every morning, they were told they would be released as soon as they asked for their freedom. Bertrand, Patrice remembered, had lasted just seventeen days before asking to be released. Patrice remembered Frank’s look of disdain at his son’s reappearance, as if it were an act of cowardice, or betrayal. Patrice himself had lasted a full month: at the time, a new record. Yves had lasted two.” (434)

I'm fascinated by the cellar. I'm fascinated by how long a boy is supposed to stay in the cellar. Bertrand, at seventeen days, clearly does not last long enough. Before Yves, no one had done better than Patrice's record of a month.

(Also, a brief note bc I spent too long fretting over it when I was writing my fic but; just one candle? How are they meant to light the candle? Is there a way to start a fire in the basement? Do they need to ask? Is asking for light also a reflection of weakness?)

From this passage, we can infer quite a lot about these three boys. Bertrand, who had been 'known to falter', does poorly, with his seventeen days, and Frank is clearly very disappointed in him.

(Diversion again bc I'm curious if this sets a trend for the rest of their relationship, where in conversation with River later on, he's able to discuss his son's death very unpersonally, their connection being as vague as "Someone he shared a lift with once," being dissapointed that he'd managed to let the an old man get the best of him, "It's like, lesson one. Don't let your guard down just because the target appears harmless." p.410 He tells River he's 'screaming inside', and hurting over Bertrand's death, but needs to focus on the mission, and that mission having pivoted recruiting River, is also cracking jokes about doing his whole 'I am your father' speech in a Darth Vader voice. (p.425, p.410)

Back to the cellar and Les Arbes. Patrice sets a record; lasting a whole month is evidently seen as an achievement, and doesn't seem to earn any of the scorn and disappointment Bertrand does.

Yves two months, though, is apparently somewhat alarming - from the books we learn that Yves was basically too into everything at Les Arbes, and took his terrorist training too literally, too extremely. Natasha is unnerved by her memories of him, and singles him out from the others as being creepy, looking at people 'like they are a different species... Like they are insects, or worse. Lower than insects.' p.264

We see Patrice's opinion of Yves carried on in this extract, when he talks about on his seventh birthday, being handed a photo of his mother who he'd never met, staring at it for five minutes, and then being handed a box of matches by Frank, and burning it with no hesitation, and 'glee in his eyes.'

"Patrice had been frightened of Yves, a little. He sometimes wondered if Frank had been too." p.350

Reflecting on their time in the cellar, Patrice briefly thinks about how...

“Frank should have known that there would come a time when Yves’s desire to prove he could go further than any of them would see him step over each and every line there was.” p.435

This thought, that a child-soldier radicalised from birth and pushed to the edge in every conceivable way, might end up going a bit far, and the all-knowing figure of total obedience in their life should have realised that, requires instant self-inflicted punishment from Patrice.

“But this thought, that Frank should have known, demanded punishment, and Patrice submitted to the moment, lashing out at the pebble-dashed wall, then licking the resulting blood from his knuckles. He had deserved that. Nobody could have known where Yves’s demons would take him. It was this place that was breeding such ideas: rainy London, its blues and greys seeping into his soul. Well, Patrice wouldn’t be here much longer. This last task done, he and Frank could vanish back to the mainland: Les Arbres was smoke and ashes, but they’d find somewhere. And the others would return—except for Bertrand, of course; except for Yves—and life would start again.”

Here, we have this moment of self-flagellation for thinking critically about Frank, which seems so instinctual I have to believe it's another thing drummed into them from an early age, also backed up by Patrice hurting himself again during his assault on Slough House -

“Deliberately, he banged his head against the wall, twice. Clarity of a kind returned.” p.450

In addition, we also see how Patrice can rationalise Frank's failures as not his fault. It wasn't Les Arbes that corrupted Yves, but London, and being in London was corrupting him too. He can't escape with Bertrand, and the only home he's known is gone, but he wants to reunite with the others and have his life start again.

But we all know that never happens.

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weirdocat83 · 5 months ago

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obsessed with your tags, talk mdzs at me pls

Uh.

1) thank you, I really just put the random thoughts I have in the tags and/or accidentally steal other people’s tags

2) some thoughts about mdzs below the cut (I have a lot of thoughts about this novel) ye ask any ye shall receive. If you want to hear my thoughts on something specific plz ask :3

• My fav characters in MDZS are Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang. I love how WWX can be very complicated when he wants to be and has many layers and sides to him. Like, the fandom likes to simplify his character to someone self deprecating but always smiling but he is very complex. He acknowledges his faults and has only tried to do what he deemed right at the time even if he regrets what he does in hindsight. He isn’t infallible. He literally tortured a man to death (even if it felt right to do it considering said man orchestrated a massacre and tossed him into a literal pit of suffering to die in) and was a major player in a WAR. He’s probably killed more than he can count. I feel like a lot of people forget that the main cast is a bunch of war heroes that must’ve had insane kill counts. Including LWJ. It’s quite tragic that none of them really had any good authority figures to lead them seeing as the majority of them were at most 20~30ish and cultivators usually live extremely long lives (at least, that’s my assumption) anyhow, WWX is very aware of his faults, especially post-resurrection as he did kinda fuck up when he accidentally killed JZX. He acknowledges that and makes an effort to apologize and atone. That being said, his faults don’t stop him from being confident and above all likable. Yes he can be annoying but he does know how to behave himself probably better than most (unlike what many members of the fandom like to think). He knows his position well and that it is incredibly precarious (in both lives) but still manages to fit in well enough with essentially nobility that he is good competition for the best in his generation. He is a genius and a great leader and that isn’t stressed enough. Though I think one of the small details in his character that I think gets overlooked is how he “parents” A-Yuan in the burial mounds. Because for as immature as he is when he’s burying A-Yuan in the ground, he also knows that he isn’t the only one caring for A-Yuan and therefore is allowed to be silly but when they’re out at the market and A-Yuan asks for a toy he makes the mature decision to save his money (although LWJ spoils the kid immediately after). This reflects a lot on WWX because it shows he can be very mature when he needs to be but when he doesn’t need to be he’ll happily rely on others. It also reflects on his upbringing showing he knows how important money is (in contrast to the lans who are shown on various occasions to not really think about money much) Personally I love his character because he seems like a person I’d get along with if he were real (which, the incredible writing makes his seems very realistic) meanwhile my other favorite, Nie Huaisang, I love because he is misleading. Some of my favorite fictional characters are very misleading because of the masks they put up to fool people to achieve their goals. How a character will know more than they should but not let anyone know until the moment is right. NHS is someone who is easily underestimated because he seems helpless and unintelligent. And yeah, for a majority of his life he really didn’t care to further his education or really practice cultivation but later he takes this preconceived notion that everyone has of him and uses it to his advantage so nobody suspects a thing while he plans JGY’s downfall. It’s a scarily intelligent move and I think the fact that he takes pleasure in looking at art/books really adds to the fact of how intelligent he is. Most people see his art as pointless hobbies but I think it says a lot about the qualities of his character. I think a lot of people take for granted the patience it takes to make good art or the intelligence it takes to appreciate good literature. So when NHS's older brother dies under mysterious circumstances that just so happen to help the Jins? of course he catches on! He proceeds to keep his enemy close for over a decade until he finally gets his moment of revenge. Which, to me? Props, man. plus only one person even realizes what happened. WWX.

Some things I don’t particularly like about MDZS (some people may yell at me for this and I'm sorry but this is my opinion):

- how weird the yi city arc felt? It feels very out of place as we go on this whole journey to learn about all these people and what happened to them but after that they are pretty much no longer relevant. I only found out later that the yi city arc was initially intended to be its own story. So that might be why.

- how certain things are just *left* and never touched on again? We hear all this stuff about baoshan sanren but we never see her or really learn much about her at all. Similarly, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s parents? We hear all these things about them but never learn much at all. Which is weird all things considered when you look at it. It feels like a lot of background info for not much payoff. Yes, it gives us a lot of vital information on why things played out the way they did but it doesn’t stop the feeling that there should’ve been more. Part of me appreciated it though because it gives us no more information than the characters really have. Just passing information that is common knowledge but never really looked into just like many actual people have.

- how everything ended off. So we have that whole scene at the temple and then everything just… calms down? They all go home??? It felt anticlimactic. Especially with Nie Huaisang’s character as (in the novel at least) it sets him up to be the next chief cultivator despite being just as, if not more, sneaky than Jin Guangyao. And that’s probably intentional. The chief cultivator position was likely never meant to be a position of absolute good. It’s politics. But it is a bit weird that we never really see what happens to Nie Huaisang after, post revenge and all.

#weirdocat83 ramblings #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #i have so many thoughts #it isn't even funny #I am critiquing this novel #and that is because I love it #plz don't yell at me for my opinions

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kooktrash · 2 years ago

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Electra heart rough smut drabble pls!!!!! the couple's too hot 🤤😫

thanks for sending in a request 🥹luv Electra!couple so much

electra heart | kim taehyung drabble

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warnings: 1.3k words smüt. rough, but quicky. pda but not a lot. kitchen counter smüt

Taehyung never considered himself one of those cringy PDA type of guys, at least not before you. It’s just really hard to keep his hands off you when you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever dated, with the biggest attitude and the most spoiled brat he’s ever met — in a good way. You aren’t one to hide how you feel either, so if you want to run your hand down his covered chest in the middle of a library, who is he to stop you.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out,” he said, trying very hard to be stern but it quickly failed when your manicured finger pressed against his lips, tugging at the bottom one, “Y/n.” He looked down both ends of the book shelves to make sure nobody was around, “You’ve got one more class.”

“I don’t want to go,” you wrapped your arms around his neck immediately getting his hands on your waist. You tilted your head to one side, feigned innocence in your eyes, “I want to go home, with you.”

“I’ll wait till your class is over, I’ll stay in the libr—“

“Taehyung…” your voice was serious now making him look down at you, “I want to go home, and have sex. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Ugh,” he groaned, letting his head drop, pulling you into a real hug, “You’re making this hard. I’m your tutor, how can I let you ditch your last lecture?”

With a dramatic sigh, you pulled away, “Fine whatever, I’ll just sit in the lecture horny as hell because my boyfriend won’t take me home.”

“Y/n,” he whined, holding your hand to keep you from walking away as you attempted to. He obviously wanted to go home too, it was his day off from work and he wants nothing more than to lay in bed with you but— he’s a good college student. He can’t have you ditch class when he’s trying to help your poor grades…

His arm wrapped around your waist, “Let’s go.” You smirked in triumph as he rushed you out the library, like horny teens ready to get their hands on each other. You were both giggling as he hurried you along to the parking lot and then to his car.

Never in his life had he been happier to have tint on his cars. Nobody could see the way you took his hand in yours leading it between your legs to press against your panties. He groaned, “Baby…”

“You wanted me to sit in class like this,” you said, letting him feel the small puddle forming near your center, “When you’re the one who made me like this when you were looking all smart and bossy during your presentation.”

So you’ve been like this since your shared morning lecture, and he didn’t even know. He pressed on the gas a little more when you began to slowly rut against his hand, his member hardening in the confines of his jeans.

He rushed you into his own apartment, no longer embarrassed to show how little money he actually made compared to your hotel. The second the door shut behind you, he was picking you up, walking over to the closest surface and sitting you down. You shimmied yourself out of your underwear, smirking watching him mess around with the button of his jeans, spreading your legs enough for him to stand between them. The kitchen counter had you lined up with him perfectly.

“You drive me crazy,” he groaned, leaning forward to connect your lips. You kissed him back hungrily as he lifted your skirt, hand coming down between your legs, thumb pressing against your clit as his middle finger stroked through the slick between your folds. He pressed the finger into your entrance making you pull away from the kiss, “Just fuck me, I fingered myself before class, when you were in the shower.”

He gasped loudly, feigning hurt, “You dirty girl.” Even as he said that a cheeky smile appeared on his face, yanking his briefs down and dragging you to the edge of the cold counter.

He gives his cock a couple strokes, his hand rummaging through the drawer just under you where a box of condoms was stashed. He only started keeping them put away in weird places after dating you. You like to have sex everywhere. He quickly puts it on, making sure he was fully hard before lining himself up against your cunt.

You feel his cock twitch before it pushes into your wet, warm walls. A gasp sound from your throat at the rough intrusion that you loved. You were right, you did touch yourself this morning and that made him even more aroused knowing that you did it behind his back. His hands gripped onto your thighs for support as your arms pressed his body closer to your. His hard cock hit all the right places, stretching you roughly, just the way you liked it.

"Were you thinking about me?" he growled into your ear, making you bite your lip in the middle of a moan. You rolled your eyes, “No, I was thinking about Professor Dipshit.”

Your moans grew as he pounds into you slowly but hard, there was nothing patient or soft about the way you were fucking. You had him worked up since the library, and you’ve wanted him all day. It was definitely going to be a few rounds tonight. He released a low grunt in displeasure as he slammed into you harder. Even though he knew you didn’t, he wanted you to only think of him. Your back arched, and a soft moan escaped you.

His free hand cupped your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks making you look at him, “Only think of me.”

He emphasized his words with a deep thrust, keeping himself inside to the hilt feeling your walls clench around him, “Got it?” He didn’t move waiting for you to respond but you held his glared defiantly.

"Taehyung,” your tone was in warning, moving your hips for some friction but he gave your cheek a light snack, repeating himself, “Got it?”

“Obviously! Now hurry up and make me cum,” you whined making him smirk, dragging your mouth toward his in a messy make out. That was all he needed to hear before he worked harder on you. His cock pushed its way deep into you, but started up his fast pace again. His moans filled the room with yours, just as desperate and horny. Skin slapping with each rough thrust and you were sure your ass would be red from the counter.

You gave absolutely no warning, walls convulsing around him as you reached your high. Nails clawing at his shirt dragging him closer as he swallowed your moans with his tongue. The twitch of your wet pussy around his cock had him breaking.

The warmth of his cum spilling into the condom, cock inside you, keeping the two of you locked as one. His head rested on your shoulder, trying his best to calm down but he was on a high all because of you.

It took you both a moment to calm your racing hearts and he was helping you off the counter, hands on your waist, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You adjusted your skirt as he fixed himself up, “And I love midday sex on the kitchen counter.”

He chuckled as you said, “You just like sex anywhere and anytime, because you’re a horny little minx.”

“If my boyfriend wasn’t so hot, this wouldn’t be a problem,” you said walking down the hall to the bathroom. You turned to look at him, unzipping the side of your skirt and letting it drop, exposing the pussy he had just been balls deep in. He stopped, mid zip of his jeans.

“So if my beautiful boyfriend would join me in a midday bath for round two, that’d be great.”

He huffed, pretending to be annoyed as he walked over to you, “Only because my girlfriend is a spoiled, greedy brat.”

“Mhm.”

:::.

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fictionfixations · 4 months ago

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MAJOR UNTIL THEN SPOILERS

been watching tuonto play until then

I dont know what it is I mean. i joined the streams without any context (well listen i was there for the start. did not know it was but i saw like ryan and mark at the laptop and louise coming over and reveal of her playing games. except i didnt know who they were at the time lOl. thought it was cool but wasnt keeping up with it. then i ended up on the stream where nicole brings us to visit her grandparents and they're just fighting and it was raining and then theres the reveal with mark's mom being dead [well missing but]. and then we went to prom and cathy died and im just like what the fuck.)

but so i didnt really know what was going on but i still kinda cared? but like. so cathy died. and i did not cry. i was just 'what the fuck' and. like. a lot of surprise. and shock. (i was also thinking that maybe if we didnt go after her she wouldn't have died because she was walking towards us on the road. i also didnt know that apparently you can disappear when it rains if nobodys there to acknowledge that you are there and that you exist. i think. so uhm. i still wonder what wouldve happened if we turned back to see our mom though. or if we stopped.)

but so anyway. i did go back to watch all the until then streams after that. with all the context involved (did not see ending of cathy admitting that her homelife.. isnt that great. because that wasnt streamed yet. admitting in a recording i mean cause shes dead. but a chatter said that it was implied that they probably were abusive, and pointing out the marks on her skin cause her dress was like ripped in that slowed shot of her walking towards us.)

but i already knew what happened so shrug (it was very cool though. even though i was also rewatching scenes id seen before it didnt feel old at all. very invested.)

you know what got me crying?

THIS stupid scene in the other timeline where they're acting for ridel. about two ppl who havent seen each other for awhile. and the

memories of cathy actually being dead just came into this one and i just fucking bawled im being literal

(we dont see the memories actually affect us, its just a thing that we know. mark doesnt know cathy died he just. feelings. and also he got a hallucination of the truck..)

i dont know why but sad shit has been making me cry more than usual.

marks just starts crying and im already sobbing my eyes out like no you cant do this to me you 😭

anyway. i missed a bunch of the streams and not wanting to go them out of order ive been waiting to watch it all at once (also he apparently finished the game so now i really gotta go faster. i think i have like. a stream and a half to watch now.)

but so i dont know the ending pls dont spoil me

i just wanna say. god this game is so cool.

also i mightve been slacking off cause it seemed this timeline mightve been a worse timeline. and im like the kind of person to be like in fiction 'what if that person was me' and so i get super immersed. which also means i get all the shitty feelings too. so i was kinda worried. but its.. okay?

mark. just. kinda seems depressed though. like uh. more depressed?

i saw someone describe it as him having kind of given up (i also think his grades are worse? it didn't show us what his grades were but the principal mentioned that he needed to study more or he'll have to be kicked out or something which wasn't in the first run through)

and tbh. that mightve been because cathy just. died. which isnt really something you can just get over even if its been awhile. it still hurts, still something that lingers. an unexpected pain. or at least, a scar.

like. i cant imagine how hopeless it must've felt to be right there. to watch her die and be unable to stop it. and like. obviously since this is a mark who has also gone through that and is now in this timeline (although doesnt remember).. a part of him is still kinda feeling that loss, and also having done all this before that makes it feel pointless. and like he shouldnt try as hard, cause whats the point, right? what does it matter?

anyway im sad. im going to go back to watching the stream. (also cathy is my favorite i love her so much sduifhfeuhds

#until then #until then game #mark borja #cathy portillo #thoughts

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alexitheslayer02 · 25 days ago

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Fandoms

Fandoms is a stretch maybe, but these are media I like soooo yeah. Now, these are the media I am a fan of. So, uh....yeah. Strap in this is gonna be a long one. (This thingie [*] indicates a favorite of mine)

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Anime, Manga, and Light Novels

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (anime) ***

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (anime and manga) *

Fushigi Yugi (anime and manga)

Overlord (anime, manga, and light novels) *

Rising of the Shield Hero (anime and light novels)

Rurouni Kenshin (manga)

Naruto (anime and manga) **

Soul Eater

Boruto (manga) [pls don't kill me]

Psycho-Pass (anime)

Danganronpa (anime and games)

Bleach (anime)

Kill la Kill (anime)

Demon Slayer (anime and manga) *

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun (anime and manga)

Komi Can't Communicate (anime)

Why Raeliana Ended Up At the Duke's Mansion (anime) *

Fruits Basket (old and new anime and manga)

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! (anime) [Is it just me, or are these anime names only getting longer?]

The Apothecary Diaries*

The Dangers in my Heart

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners *

Dragon Ball/Dragon Ball Z

Black Butler

Saga of Tanya the Evil

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Book Series

Demonata by Darren Shan **

Crique du Freak by Darren Shan (also a manga series I read, but it was originally a book series) **

The Shining by Stephen King

The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson *

Mistborn Triology by Brandon Sanderson *

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin ***

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde *

Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Conan stories by Robert E. Howard

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (plus Heroes of Olympus) by Rick Rioden

Michael Vey by Richard Paul Evans

Dragon Age books by various authors

Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling

Dexter by Jeff Lindsay *

Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice (Interview with a Vampire and The Vampire Lestat are the two books I've read) *

Journey to the West, by "who-fucking-knows" (seriously though, the og author is a big mystery ToT) **

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Games

Lies of P **

Elden Ring **

Fnaf (Five Nights at Freddy's) *

Undertale

Bloodborne **

Resident Evil (remakes)

Final Fantasy Seven (remaster)

Conan Exiles: Age of War

Dead by Daylight

Baldur's Gate Three **

Dragon Age: Origins *

Dragon Age Two **

Dragon Age: Inquisition *

Danganronpa

Genshin Impact

Mortal Kombat

Persona 4-5

Persona 3: Reload

Batim (Bendy and the Ink Machine) *

Cyberpunk 2077**

Dragon's Dogma (1 and 2)

Fire Emblem: Fates ***

Black Myth: Wukong **

Nine Sols

Slay the Princess **

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TV Shows and Movies

House of the Dragon **

Addams Family (og show, and the og movies)

Friday the 13th

Halloween (original series)

Rob Zombie's Halloween

The Terminator (original series)

Ip Man

Train to Busan *

Nightmare on Elm St. (original series)

Dune part one and two

Stranger Things (season one only DON'T SPOIL DAMMIT)

Harry Potter movies

Over the Garden Wall *

Avatar the Last Airbender **

Friends

How I Met Your Mother

Psych

It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Gravity Falls

Doctor Who *

Interview with a Vampire (the movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt that nobody knows about -_-)*

Rise of the Guardians

How to Train Your Dragon

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney film)

The Prince of Egypt

Lego Monkey Kid*

Coraline*

Sweeny Todd

Phantom of the Opera **

#masterlist #my fandoms

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ted-calling-orson · 4 months ago

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LONG ASK IM SO SORRY

ok im sorry to enter ur askbox but i cant just contain this to tags and like. you are SOOOO right for liking kermit !!! sad mf. love him. also can i just say- WHY is there NOT more fanfic im SORRY but. if we have so much crackfic of modern presidents or even actual fic/oneshots of other presidents, PLEASE give us TR / TR fam fic !!!! id eat that shit UP. i got so tired of it i published my own tr kiddos fic istg its either anon or on my acc i can find it

and im so confused on why NATM teddy aint got more fics that at least mention the kids OR siblings. sorry this is gonna be a long ask. but really !! like. theres maybe 5(?) max fics ive seen mention them. a few in the Treasured Collection NATM fic series, and maybe one or two loose ones around. im SOOOO close to writing a self indulgent fic for it. again srry for how long this is. but i never come across tr fans. rlly i swear. also so right for liking the muppets (Fozzie my beloved <3)

oh !! and the cartoon network idea??? YES. absolutely. id watch it. 10000%. i think presidential cartoons should exist more, beyond episodes in preexisting shows. itd be so cool!! ive watched possibly every documentary i can find on TR/show that features him (like The Alienist) i need some lighthearted stuff.

finally idk if youre big on reading books or trilogies but if you can id recommend reading Edmund Morris' trilogy on TR if you haven't yet. the final book ending had me crying at 7am december 2022 like 10 times.

p.s the erb rap battle was so silly and im so surprised i saw nobody in the comments mention quentin with the line churchill shot of TR's family dying prematurely. sorry for the length of this ask--and dino au is so cool and i wanna hear all abt it !!

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OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE A DREAM WHEUSHSUWJWKEKWKWKWJNWJWIXJWBWIDJISJEBDISJSISJSIS oooo we should be best friends ooooooo. Also dw about this being too long you are literally one of my favorite people of all time😭‼️🙏

on the Kermit thing: YIPPEEE‼️‼️‼️ finally another Kermit fan😭 the only other recognition he’d get was from some Indiana jones mini series. Id love to write Roosevelt fan fiction but I don’t like posting my stuff on tumblr (usually my fics are for me and my friends⁉️) but ey, maybe I’ll post something🙏

ALSO MUPPET FAN‼️‼️‼️ my favs are Dr. Teeth and Kermit

on the natm thing: YIPPEE- I wanna write about my au so bad cuz I’ve got so many ideas for it especially for Elliot and Theo’s relationship bc their rivalry was so bad it extended into their daughters. Evil Elliott seemed like an awesome concept and what if he dragged Corinne into it??? Wieihdjehsjs

the tv show: OK OK SO I had a HUGE concept of this show. First off: it’s like your avid 2000s sitcom but with art‼️ The Taft’s (and in later seasons, the Wilson’s) are their neighbors and T.R and W.H.T would have silly angry dad neighbor hijinks (and they both hate the Wilsons together), Alice is the popular girl and there was gonna be a whole episode on her affair with William Borah, Kermit is the shy kid that gets into scuffles with Ted jr, Quentin and Archibald are the spoiled younger sibs, Ethel is the neutral younger sister and Edith is the mostly annoyed mom. Also Quentin and Charles Taft are best friends and I’ll prolly write more ideas for it but I do have designs for Kermit, Ethel and Alice:

anyway, you don’t know how excited I got when I saw this in my inbox😭 but yeah I love your stuff man! Pls post more Teddy stuff I thrive off it im literally one of 5 Theodore Roosevelt fans

ALSO IM GLAD YOU MENTIONED THE RAP BATTLE CUZ- I think that line is about most of his family dying fairly young (Theodore sr., Quentin, Elliott etc) and not just his kids but I could be wrong the fandom wiki of erb is so 50/50

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clonehub · 2 years ago

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Episode 2 of the bad batch hhhhh

Dear god I hate when hunter gets close to the screen

Why didn't they update cuts model lol

It's a shame cause the lighting here is so pretty

Listen I'm just gonna say. The bad batch don't deserve to know who Cut esp not w the familiarity they have

Man turn the light on in the house?????

Pls why are echo and suu like this

Again why did they not update his model

"how else did you think it worked" goddamn stop being such a bitch for like TWO minutes

Why did they change shaeeah and jeks ages. Also they're like. So clearly played by adults AAAAHHHHH they sound weird. This music is so whimsical 😭

Okay well no Hunter ur not defective. That's not. Ur not. Nvm. Exactly cut THANK YOU

I'm glad they changed suus design tho

These transitions are annoying me like andor spoiled me it really did

I wonder if hunter got these clothes from cut

His arms are so pale lmao

Okay I see the metaphor. The heavy handed metaphor of the storm brewing behind ramparts head

Older sister tings

Suu my wife suu

Something about these moments feels really stitched together. Like the transitions between scenes, how they choose to introduce strife seem like not natural? And like this ep ain't cute. Like they're leaning too hard into the awww she's just a kid thing.

Now she is too damn big to be carried that baby can WALK

No see cajse TECH SHUT UP AHHH

No see cause like wrecker here is asking after omega actually. And hunter didn't. And this'll keep happening throughout the series and Hunter will be called the dad.

I think everyone's just got weird proportions in their lower halves like I can't describe it but these thighs don't need to be this long.

Not tech being impressed by the surveillance state

Ok this kinda funny

It's kinda weird how like tbbs attempts to keep omega safe are thwarted as being like? Wrong in a way? Like she ends up going with them but I'm not really sure it's what would be better emotionally or physically for her. Idk if I'm being clear

Pls give echo an arm

Hunter has some slim ass wrists

Oh yeah episode two was the one that ignited my fear that this whole show was gonna be the bad batch killing regular clones

PLEASE ECHO IS SO PISSED

Pls his lil point

Look at wrecker taking initiative to make sure she's safe

You know those corny lines from like 2000s high school movies that nobody ever says out loud irl??? Everyone in tbb would say those and not even in a campy way

Love when astromechs shriek

I wonder why it has to be this shuttle and not any of the shuttles from the next day

Oh they really buttoned her nose

The storms a comin

Wait now how far from the bay are they that none of this noise is carrying over even a little

They don't recognize cut bc he's the old model

Ik their blasters have stun on them :/

This show is so so so quippy

See now does wrecker need to be doing all this

Okay episode is over

#ch posts #tbb rewatch

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suhfics · 3 years ago

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After Party

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Contains: Fluff; a bit of humor i guess???; friendly bickering

a/n: it’s marklee brainrot era. this is my first fanfic for nct and i’ve been hiding this for CENTURIES ofc that’s exaggeration but u get it.. anw, pls be kind for this is my first fanfic heree, i’d also love to hear your thoughts! that’s all, enjoy!!

After-parties were never your thing.

So when your officemates decided to throw one right after your boss's, you just quickly bailed out. Using Macey, your pet dog, as an excuse even though Macey's at your parents' as of the moment.

You went home to a dim apartment with only the city lights illuminating the four corners of the room. Took off your coat and placed the plastic bag of canned beer on the kitchen counter.

After-parties were never your thing but a calm after-party drinking is. You just really appreciate the drastic change of volume from all the loud to sudden quietness.

You blame your social battery for it. You can be an extremely extroverted person for a minute and in a blink, your battery runs out. And your boss's party really did ran your battery dry as the main organizer. You had to do all these socializing, drinking, and even hyping up your team members as they perform for the boss. It was his birthday, and working for a small company meant everyone knew each other, everyone got along with each other well, and there has been an unspoken tradition of celebrating birthdays the way friends does.

You sat on a bar stool to finally get some quiet drinking session by yourself but your doorbell suddenly rang. You look at the intercom to see who it is and chuckled when you found out.

Opening the door with a smug face, you spoke, "Why are you here?"

"Macey's not home till Tuesday. Good excuse though!" Mark innocently said before showing a box of chicken on one hand and a plastic bag of canned beer on the other. "Chicken and beer?"

Your mouth formed an 'O' for how amazing it was that his timing was just right.

"I was about to order chicken! Good timing, you!" You said and gave a light punch on his shoulder before grabbing the box of chicken from his hand.

"You were planning to drink without me?" He placed his free hand on his chest and acted hurt like you had just said something so offending and unforgivable.

"You were having fun with the others! I couldn't tell you to go here and have a boring drinking sesh with me." He swore he saw your two index fingers point to each other with the way you said that. It was so freaking cute! He silently wished you'd do that again.

"Hey, I love boring. How do you think we lasted for two years? And counting if I may add."

"So you're telling me I'm boring."

"Let's eat chicken shall we?" The both of you laughed with the sudden bickering. It was just 14 minutes past eleven and it was early. Too early to be home after an office party, but the old woman in you just really wanted to go home.

Mark and you spent the whole evening talking about random stuff like you usually do. May it be about your officemates... his hair if he ever wants it dyed orange maybe? And Macey's obesity (your parents just like spoiling their youngest daughter, a.k.a Macey the white-haired toy poodle).

After drinking at least three cans each out of the dozen that you have, you noticed the time from your phone.

11:58 PM

"It's almost 12!" You exclaimed, "it's officially your birthday after 2 minutes!" This time, you whispered as if nobody should hear.

"I know!" He was whispering too, joining your tipsy antics.

You both snickered as the both of you realized that you are kinda drunk. Well you had drinks in the office, it was not surprising.

"Was your party great?" You leaned into the bar, with your forearm supporting your head up. He unconsciously did the same, mirroring your movements. Even spinning the can of beer in his hands as you do.

"It was okay," his hooded eyes looked into yours, teasingly. He even added the element of looking bored to complete the look.

You grab a piece of chicken skin and jokingly threw it on his face.

"I was the one who organized it you punk!"

He laughed at you. Of course he knew! And it was entirely your fault that he knew 'cause you literally set an alarm for the party, named it 'Mark's B-day party' and then clumsily leaving your phone in his freaking car.

"I see, that's why..." he teased more. Earning him a punch from you on the arm.

"Am I really boring?" Gotcha! His silent wish just got granted and in addition to that, you even pouted! Mark didn't know what he was feeling, was he nervous? Or was it just the butterflies in his stomach? Either way, it was making him crazy.

"I told you I love boring." Mark says with a hint of teasing.

"Another 'boring' word from you, I'm kicking you out." You jokingly warned but in a serious tone.

"I'm just kidding!" He said while using his free hand to grab hold of your nape to pull you close as he kissed your forehead. "You aren't boring, the staff were. You saw how they butchered the song they performed? Man, wish I stopped them."

"You're mean!" You laughed because it was true, the staff's performance for the birthday boy was beyond the borderline of comedy. You just didn't know if it was laughable or not. Either way, you had to support them.

"Oh! One minute!" You exclaimed, drinking the last of your beer before getting another for the both of you. "Let's open these together."

He nodded and you started the countdown.

50 seconds

"You should make a wish." You excitedly said.

43 seconds

"Yah, I said make a wish!"

"I already did!"

36 seconds

"What did you wish for?"

"Why would I tell you?"

24 seconds

"Cause... maybe... I can grant your wish!"

"Really?"

12 seconds

"Damn right, now tell me."

"There's a few seconds left, be patient."

10, 9, 8

You giggled as you counted down, excited and tipsy, but still in the right mind.

7, 6, 5, 4

Jitters filled Mark's system as the countdown approaches one.

3... 2...

"One!" The both of you opened the new cans of beer, directly drinking from it after clinking the cans.

You stopped drinking when you noticed that Mark is trying to... drink everything all at once?

"Yo, dude easy! You just turned a year older, don't make this your last." You teased.

He did not finish the whole can, but he sure did finish half of it. Maybe more.

"Happy birthday my love! Now what's your wish?"

You waited for his answer as he was trying to recover from chugging a whole can of beer, you patted the small of his back hoping it could help.

"Are you okay? Why chug it all at once dummy! You'll have stomachache." Little did you know that he was having just that the moment he stepped into your apartment.

"My wish is..." His words was cut by the sudden urge to burp.

"Go on, you can do it." You tapped on his back a bit harder, hoping to help him burp.

And so he did. And it was hilarious.

"God Mark! Happy birthday baby!" You laughed. Hard. And Mark didn't know if he should feel shame or just laugh along with you, but the latter choice dominated.

His laugh just rang across the quiet room, and you knew you just could listen to him laugh all day. It wasn't music, but it satisfied all your senses.

"My wish is..." He started again, this time the laughter subsided, just the both of you trying to catch your breaths.

"I wish she'd say yes." He continued. Breathing heavily, he reached into his pocket and came out of it was a velvet box.

"Mark..."

"I wish she'd be boring with me every day, because that's how I like it." He chuckled.

Tears started to form in your eyes, you heartbeat was too loud, you doubt he doesn't hear it. But his was loud as well. You couldn't hear it, you just know.

"I wish she'd come to office with me without having to hide, because I'm proud I'm hers."

Mark's eyes turned crystal with tears starting to pool around them.

"And I wish she'd wear this ring together with my name next to hers. I hope she says yes." He opened the box, revealing the most beautiful jewelry you have ever seen in your entire life.

You couldn't say anything. Everything is literally a blur because of the tears, but your mind knows just what was happening. You are tipsy, but still in the right mind.

And what do people in their right minds do?

"How could she say no?" You finally said, offering your left hand so he could put on the ring and finally tie you officially to him.

"She said yes?" His eyes were wide, like he was just making sure he heard the right thing.

"She said yes!" You exclaimed.

And the next thing you knew, you were claiming the lips of the man who just made you his and made him yours.

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weirdsht · 3 years ago

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Creterion . Andromeda

a/n: this'll be the last time I'll write for creterion fsdbgsfgbpsg like i might write some sagau fics here and there but its eh. anyways what i'm trying to say is i'll end it here before it gets worse HAHAHAHAHHAA

Is this messy? yes it was on purpose okay, i wanted to try and convey how chaotic sagau darling's mind is idk if i did it right tho sorry sjhfgisgdfisg

Warnings: messy messy fic, kinda venti centered? like venti was the most mentioned one, yandere tendencies, possessive behavior, cult behavior, gaslighting?, hints of imposter syndrome, paranoia, stockholm syndrome?, if i miss something lmk and i'll add it

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

This is a series but it can be read as a stand alone

masterlist

Is this really right? Are they sure they didn’t make a mistake or something? Even if they didn't, is living this way really fine? Isn’t this kind of unhealthy?

Those were only some of the questions that plague your mind from time to time.

It wasn’t like this from the start. The beginning was butterflies and rainbows, like a dream come true. But then everything begins to be too much. The worship got so much more intense and the direct acolytes got more possessive.

The characters you used to enjoy seeing behind the screen, oh don’t even mention them. They were loving, they really were but it’s too much. They make you feel like you can’t do anything by yourself, everything you try to do they’ll take it from you successfully infantilizing you.

At first you tried to understand, tried to put yourself in their shoes, but as it went on you began to notice how unhealthy it is. Every single one of them wants to monopolize you, everyone wants a part, no at this point they can’t be satiated with just a part of you. They won’t show it in front of you, saying something along the lines ‘wanting to show you paradise only’.

But you aren’t dumb. You know what goes on behind your back. No matter how much they tried to baby you, you never let them dimmer down your wits. And it scared you, what you know scared you. You know what they want, you know what they’re planning but you can’t do anything.

This isn’t your world, well it is according to them but still this isn’t where you grew up. You don’t have the usual resource that you can access from your world.

Maybe that’s what they intended from the start, and that made you scared, oh so scared.

While you’re drowning in your own paranoia, your loyal acolytes have no idea what’s going on. Though that may be the case, they still know that something was wrong.

They tried everything to make you feel better. Spoiling you, being at your beck and call, anything just to see you be your usual self again. To no avail though you just seemingly got worse.

Everything got so bad that your mental plagues soon took its toll on your physical health. After months of negative thoughts eating you up everyone resorted to putting you on bed rest on your serenitea pot castle.

Nobody knows what to do, no medicine would work and you won’t even speak to them. Qiqi tried to gather the best of herbs she can find but to no avail, the light in your eyes wouldn’t come back no matter how hard they try.

Plagues and worries consume your acolytes but no matter how much they worry it wouldn’t help you in any other way. All of that was vanquished when you finally spoke to Venti.

“Is this really right? Was this really how I should live my life?” you spoke softly, vocal chords a bit rough for not speaking in months. Venti could only offer you a light squeeze to further encourage you to speak whatever’s brooding your mind.

“I just-”

“I don’t know”

“I don’t know anymore?”

You couldn't help but break down and cry, all those emotions you’ve been keeping to yourself finally got filled up and overflowed.

At first Venti wasn’t sure what to do. For a second the bard thought about calling the others, but seeing your face, your poor broken hearted, lost face, he knew he can’t leave you alone.

“Tell me, tell me what’s bothering you. Tell the things tormenting you so I can help you fight them. Even if it’s not the things worrying you, I don’t care, just please tell me something, please speak to me.” Venti begged tenderly. He couldn’t take and see you suffer like this, no matter what it may be he will try and resolve it. No, he must resolve it, he will do anything just to see you be like how you were when you first got to Teyvat.

With a mix of hiccups, sobs, and incoherent words you let your heart out in front of the bard. After suffering for a long time you finally resigned to accepting and showing vulnerability at one the person you resented for a long time.

He was at loss for words. Quite frankly he was at loss in general. The former anemo archon didn’t know that it was them causing you so much distress. Their feelings of only showing you good things got drowned with greed and this was the result.

You cried in his arms until you fell asleep that night. Venti caressed you softly while offering gentle words to try and ease some of the ache your heart was feeling.

That night he made up his mind. It’ll be hard, but he will give his everything to set things right. It doesn’t matter what the others would say, Venti only wanted for you to be happy again. As the god of freedom and as someone who finally managed to swim away from their greed, Venti, no Barbatos promised you that everything will be alright again.

He will break those invisible chains shackling you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

#creterion . sagau #sagau #genshin impact #platonic genshin #genshin #genshin sagau #yandere genshin impact #tw yandere #yandere #genshin venti #venti

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 4 years ago

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can you do draco with a mommy kink please

mixed with this request: sub draco with a mommy kink pls

also mixed with this request: can i request a smut with sub!draco please? i feel like i don’t see enough of it but i feel like he’d definitely be a switch and not a complete dom like everyone thinks

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, sub!draco, dom!reader, mommy kink, orgasm control / edging, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

a/n: i am the biggest sub you will ever come across so writing dom!reader is a little harder for me but i still hope you enjoy!

Even from across the room, you could feel the stress pouring off of your boyfriend in waves. He’d been slaving over his homework for what felt like hours, and you were ready to fix that for him.

Pushing your own books aside, you left the spot you had been occupying on his bed and made your way over to his desk where he was sat, staring blankly at a page in his Arithmancy book.

“Draco, take a break,” you said lightly, draping your arms over his shoulders to force him to lean back in his chair.

“I need to finish this,” he said, a slight whine added to his voice, just proving how badly he did in fact need to take a break.

“I believe it’s due next week, am I correct?” You asked. You felt him nod slightly against your arm, but that wouldn’t do. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” he replied quickly, a breathlessness in his voice that hadn’t been there signifying a change in the atmosphere around you both.

“Good. Then strip and get on the bed for me,” you purred in his ear and you could feel him shiver beneath your fingers.

He rose gracefully, seemingly unaffected by the thoughts of what you were about to do, but you knew better. You could see it in how quickly he stripped, the way he couldn’t quite seem to make eye contact with you as you openly watched him, the way his breathing began to quicken when he finally laid back on the sheets. But mostly, it was evident by just how hard he was, precum leaking out of his slit already.

You crawled up the bed with ease, already stripped down to your underwear, and dragged a finger up the shaft of his cock. When he shivered under your touch, you looked up at him through your lashes and smirked. “My baby’s needy tonight, hm?”

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, his silver eyes never leaving where your hand was lazily stroking him.

“Yes, what?” You asked, only looking for one answer.

His eyes snapped up to yours and he turned a cute shade of pink, still slightly embarrassed by the term he so lovingly called you even after all this time.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied obediently, his breathing only quickening.

“Good boy. Just lay there and let Mommy take care of you,” you told him, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at your words.

Without missing a beat, you engulfed him in your mouth all the way until his tip hit the back of your throat. Draco’s back arched when he felt the warmth from your mouth and he let out the prettiest little noise, but he never moved his hips - always striving to be your good boy.

You pulled out every stop you could think of, doing everything and anything you know would make his toes curl and get him to the edge as quickly as possible. He was writhing underneath you in no time, moans slipping out of his throat every time he felt you gag around him - something he loved a little too much.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Mommy, please,” he whined, so desperately you almost felt bad for what you were about to put him through.

You pulled away right as he was about to reach his peak and you watched him carefully as his face screwed up in desperation, a pitiful whimper coming from his throat.

You pulled your body up so you were hovering above him, placing small kisses around his face to soothe him and finally his eyelids fluttered open to look at you. You could have moaned at the sight of him. There was such a fierce desperation in his silver eyes that it tore through you and made your core ache for him, but that would have to wait.

“You’re being so good for me,” you mused, brushing his hair back from his face gently.

“If I’m being good then I’d get to cum,” he quipped back.

You raised an eyebrow in amusement at his behavior, his usual “good boy” persona that was reserved just for you now long gone after only one denied orgasm. Oh, this boy was spoiled.

“You sure you want to be a brat right now?” You asked, already trailing kisses back down his body just to torture him some more.

He never gave you an answer, but the frustration in his eyes was enough to show you he knew exactly where this was headed.

You repeated the same actions from earlier - deep throating his cock until he couldn’t stand it, moans pouring out of him like currency, and warning you of his imminent release in a high pitched, irresistibly whiny voice.

But just when you felt the beginnings of his cock twitching in your mouth, you forced yourself off of him - ruining his hopes at an orgasm for the second time.

“Please, Mommy. I’ll be good. Please, just let me cum,” Draco begged shamelessly, staring at you with such intent that you couldn’t help but give in to his pleas.

“I will, baby boy. I promise,” you told him, easily shushing him when your lips grazed his. “Wouldn’t it be so much better to cum inside of Mommy though?” You asked, your forehead resting against him.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed out, forcing himself to take a deep breath to collect himself.

You sat up and let him watch as you stripped yourself of your bra and underwear, his hands clutching the sheets for dear life so he wouldn’t touch you. Your good boy knew better than to touch without permission.

“How do you want me, baby? You get to pick tonight,” you offered. And you could have sworn based on the look that crossed his face that he may have cum right then and there, but then he was answering you in a flash.

“I want to fuck you, please,” he begged, his look pleading.

“Of course, baby,” you replied, easily helping him in flipping the two of you over. “But you know my rule.”

“I don’t get to cum until you do, Mommy,” he recited as his hands roved over your body, finally getting to touch you.

But he didn’t waste time either. He was quickly fucking into you, already starting with a fast pace, his thrusts electrifying.

After the time you had spent watching him respond to your mouth, hands, and words, getting more and more turned on by the minute, he did not leave you wanting. Every moan that came out of your mouth was captured by his own, his lips unrelenting now that he was allowed to get a taste of you. His hands were near possessive over your body, not leaving a single inch of your body untouched.

When he fucked you like this, sometimes you wondered how you ended up as the dom in your relationship. But you could feel the needy energy pouring out of him, nothing if not eager to please you and only you. The look he had in his eyes that was so desperate for praise that you easily gave him, wanting to do nothing more than spoil him rotten with your words. And he ate up every fucking second of it.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, I’m so close,” you managed to get out throught the assault he was committing on your lips, but he heard you loud and clear.

He easily slipped a hand in between your bodies, finding your clit in seconds and swirling his practiced fingers around the bud.

“Please cum, Mommy. Please,” he begged, trying desperately to balance himself on the edge until he could cum.

You only had to look at him once more to send yourself tumbling over the edge, your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. He followed shortly after, letting out a loud cry as he spilled inside of you, his orgasm wrecking through his body and making him shake.

You pulled him down close to you in the midst of it, letting his shaken form rest against you for as long as he needed. Finally, his breathing evened out and he rolled off of you, looking absolutely blissed out and fucked out of his mind.

And you knew nobody knew Draco quite like you did. And when you told him to take a break, you knew it would be well worth it just to see that look on his face.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy blurb

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astranne · 2 years ago

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I will happily give you more bodyguard!xiao brainrot!

Okay im making this up on the spot right now so stick with me

Imagine famous!reader ONLY ever having Xiao around i mean i think some famous people swap out bodyguards?? Idk im not rich. But only Xiao is allowed into their room personally and only xiao is allowed to accompany them to important places or any personal matters

EVEN BETTER THE FLEETING TOUCHED AND KISSES??? i am so soft for Xiao liking forehead kisses and just being completely soft like HAISJSIEJSISN

After a long day, your half tired and he carries you to your desired resting spot and he kisses your forehead and whispere goodnight?? Id fold so fast for that man. Anyways, Bodyguard!xiao practically threatening your obsessive fans that get to close or crowding your personal space? Him checking over you to make sure you have everything and your okay? HELLO IM GONNA DIE????

Bodyguard!Xiao rubbing your knuckles when your nervous about a gig or going on stage or a important meeting with your manager

Bodyguard!Xiao running his fingers through your hair while you lay on his chest and hes whispering reassurances to you and helping you relax

Soft bodyguard!Xiao only softening his gaze for you and smiling softly whenever you smile about something

Observant!Bodyguard Xiao watching you from the corner of his eye reading your body language like a hawk and whenever you show discomfort he comes over and makes an excuse for you to leave the situation

OKAY ONE ANGST FOR XIAO

Little Brother!Xiao isolating himself because he feels alienated from his classmates and he cant connect to them on a emotional level and he feels as though nobody truly ants to be his friend but because hes practically the straight A student hes always picked to do all the work on projects but hes use to it and doesnt say anything to his caregivers.

-🪶

you really said ‘lemme serve you a whole as meal’ huh? i’m not complaining, i’m thanking you while on my knees my dear fischl anon 😌

soft bodyguard!xiao... *muffled screaming* the forehead kisses?! the only bodyguard and just- AHHHH xiao carrying you in his strong arms, hugging you when you have a nightmare and waiting until you fall asleep again. he will protect you and always be by your side and if that means to scare your nightmares away?

i'm dying over my own silly little writing help me

soft and observant xiao just looking out for you, calming you with his presence when you're overwhelmed and whispering reasuring words. he will play with your hair, draw tiny little shapes on your blissful face and spoil you with kisses and hugs.

blushing rn, like,,, imagine. just imagine.

HHHHHH- THE ANGST- why do i feel called out. xiao will sit in the back, always taking notes since he can't talk to someone during lessons. he will listen to soft music, most times classical music, in the library and revise his notes, even do some future research for what else he has to do?

all his siblings are the golden apples of his caregivers, the oldest the most popular one, the middle one super sporty and he? he only has academics left, he doesn't want to fall behind and yet... yet he feels like he is being left behind.

so yes, he will do all the work, if that means the teacher will compliment him and his group for their awesome for, he will do all the work, if it means his caregivers praise him, even if it's only a short moment. what else does he have?

i'm so close crying,,, why am i writing angsty xiao, he- he doesn't deserve this!!!

anywhore- fischl anon, i love you and your brain. your brainrots are always and will always be welcome here <33 pls gimme more, i'm begging

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin xiao #xiao #soft xiao #bodyguard xiao #xiao brainrot #🌚 knowing moon #✨ star dust #⭐️ 🪶.star

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discotreque · 3 years ago

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Disco Season 4 wrap-up post

TL;DR: I enjoyed Season 4 a lot. I don’t know if I necessarily have interesting or original things to say about all of it, but it was a hell of a ride and I’m glad I BitTorrented the ticket. (Also, full disclosure, it’s hard to write funny bullet-point blog posts when you’re glued to the screen crying your eyes out.)

Sure, I could nitpick the scripts—I’ve been a professional writer for 20+ years; boy, could I…—but since nobody’s paying me to, I’m more than happy to turn off the red pen in my brain that wants to fill the margins with things like “Show, don’t tell” and “Try something less cliché” and “Didn’t we do this 2 episodes ago?” and “I know David Ajala is really good at reacting to things but pls give Book some goddamn agency already.”

I heard somewhere a long time ago that unhappiness isn’t always a choice, but happiness always is. The conditions for happiness can be all around you, but you have to opt in. And enjoying something like a TV show is a choice, too. I’ve brought my own shitty baggage to perfectly good art in the past, determined not to enjoy it, and by god I succeeded at having the miserable time I set out to have. Yeah, some things are so deeply flawed that those flaws spoil the experience… but give me a break, Disco’s not that bad.

And it’s not like I had to look hard for things about Season 4 to enjoy. Credit where it’s due: despite the ever-shaky execution, and the miriam myriad things that have changed about this show since Season 1, it’s always had a consistent message at the centre of the mess: “You might win in the short term by sacrificing your principles, but your so-called victory will be hollow, and ultimately not worth the cost.”

This season banged that drum as hard as ever, but added some complementary themes to the mix, like: “becoming vulnerable to connect with other people is difficult, but necessary and deeply rewarding,” and “communication is at the heart of all successful conflict resolution”, and “go the fuck to therapy already.”

And by “complementary themes,” I mean “almost literally actual dialogue spoken by the characters,” because this show left subtlety behind in the 23rd century, and as I said earlier in the season, I’m more than okay with that. I don’t think we’re living in an era for subtlety—our enemies and oppressors sure aren’t subtle—and having grown up in the 90’s, I’m still recovering from near-terminal irony poisoning. At this point in my life and also human history, I fucking crave sincerity, and transparency, and whole-hearted connection. I didn’t realize how much I wanted that in Star Trek specifically (and in Disco specifically!) until I got it, and I got metric fucktonnes of it this season, and I am more than satisfied.

More stuff I liked (and a few tiny nitpicks I just couldn’t resist, haha), including spoilers, after the cut:

President Mommy—sorry, Mommy—sorry, Mommy—sorry—Rillak was a pleasant surprise in every appearance. Star Trek doesn’t exactly have a history of thoughtful, flexible politicians with broad minds and good intentions, you know? But at every turn she was more, and more interesting, than a corrupt figurehead or an obstructionist straw-asshole for Captain Burnham to speechify at. Laira ended up feeling like an actual three-dimensional person, like a whole entire woman and not just her job, and while it would be a little contrived for her to be as involved in Season 5 as she was in Season 4, I hope they find a good-enough contrivance to keep her in play.

Obviously I miss Sylvia Tilly every second she’s not on screen, but the biggest of kudos to the writers for realizing she didn’t really have a place in the story anymore, and writing her out in a way that not only made sense for her character, reflecting and respecting her growth, but kept her close for recurring appearances—like being an unspeakably amazing badass in the finale, holy shit???? Tilly toasting to the end of the world with Admiral Cool Dad was a highlight of the whole season for me; and then at last we see her back where she belongs—in Michael’s arms. (You will pry Mylvia from my cold. dead. hands.) If Tilly and her little crew of cadets are the core of the upcoming Starfleet Academy series, I’m on board already.

The queer found-family stuff with Culber and Stamets and Adira was cute and wholesome and heartwarming as shit (I told you not all my opinions were fascinating and unique). I also appreciated that they wrote Gray off once he didn’t have anything to do on the show anymore, but like with Tilly, in a way that means he can still come back from time to time.

Tarka was a terrific antagonist. He did terribly destructive things for completely selfish reasons, and tried to do even worse, but as a rational adult consumer of fiction, the main thing I care about is that his reasons were more complicated and interesting than “I am a moustache-twirling villain and I must twirl my evil moustache.” They made him sympathetic—and that’s putting it mildly—but never presented his very real and valid suffering as an excuse for his inexcusable behaviour. Nor, though, did they let his increasingly terrible choices erase the nuances of his character and motives. And leaving his fate ambiguous in the end was perfect. I don’t actually want to know if he made it to Kayalise… but I hope he did. I want to hope, despite everything, that he did.

SARU AND T’RINA!!!! Speaking of wholesome and heartwarming, omg. I can’t believe they actually did that—and I called it from her first appearance, but I thought I was joking! (From my notes on “Unification III” last season: “Is a Starfleet captain allowed to smooch the president of a whole planet? Asking for a Kelpian friend…”)

Everything about Species 10-C was incredible. Disco didn’t get enough credit for its visual overhaul last season: they had to take an already distant-future aesthetic and imagine the future of that, and the 32nd century ended up with such a cool and distinct look. And for this season, they had to imagine something that made plug-and-play programmable-matter spore drives look like steampunk—and I think they nailed it again! The DMA controller and the more complex and equally inscrutable Mk II design, the hyperfield and the orbs, the solar system with Dyson rings and three identical, presumably also artificial, gas giants… it’s still technology, not magic—and not omnipotent or invulnerable—but also incomprehensibly advanced compared to what we’re used to, and that’s a hard balance to get right.

Killing and then un-killing Book was, objectively, a cheap shot at our feelings, but “cheap” isn’t always “ineffective.” For one thing, I don’t think I’d trade that Sonequa Martin-Green performance for a less manipulative plot. I also think that for Michael’s arc to feel complete, we had to see that she could lose Book and still finish the mission—but if Book hadn’t been able to confront the 10-C over Kweijian himself, his entire arc would have been an unbearably tragic shaggy dog cat story. And imho, the rules about dei ex machina go out the wormhole once you invoke the Kardashev scale, so fuck it: Michael Burnham can have a little resurrected boyfriend, as a treat.

Other things about the season + finale:

I appreciated that Specialist Zora (!) smoothly integrated into the crew without any more repetitive “rogue AI” stories, but I do hope we spend more time on her next season.

Owosekun silently shaking her head in horror when she thinks Detmer is going on a suicide mission absolutely ended me. Oyin and Emily are carrying this entire ship on their backs and we owe them so much.

Hiro Kanagawa as Dr. Hirai was great. He’s often the only one in the room eating, which is a fun touch, and I really liked the way Rillak explained to him—and idk, maybe some of the audience?—that there’s a time and a place for sarcasm, sass, and snark, and it’s not “everywhere, all the time.”

I don’t think I’ve mentioned how much I love Dr. Pollard’s makeup this season—but that lipstick, omg.

Does anyone else want to ruffle Adira’s buzz cut every time they’re on screen? Just me? Okay then.

Finally: I don’t live in the U.S. and I limit my intake of international political news for the sake of my mental health, so while I’ve heard of Stacey Abrams—and literally heard her on the official Star Trek podcast last year—I had no idea what she actually looks like, and I was pretty hilariously confused the first time through that ending, lol.

But Ms. Abrams has serious and legitimate Trekkie cred, so I’m equal parts delighted for her as a fellow fan, and somewhat spitefully enjoying how much it’s enraged the alt-right scumbags who for some reason have a perpetual hate-boner for this show. Star Trek has never been for fascists and it never will be, and I approve of anything that rubs that permanent and incontrovertible fact in their faces. :) :) :)

Onward to Season 5!

[Screenshots from the fabulous cygnus-x1.net]

#star trek #star trek discovery #star trek discovery spoilers #disco spoilers #amy's episode notes

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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pls give us more dad!bodecker i love him sm

(gets smutty below the cut but it's mostly fluff!)

“Daddy!” Beatrice squealed as she tumbled across the room to latch onto Lee’s legs the second he’d burst through the door, Penny following just behind in a crawl. Lee laughed as he knelt down and scooped them both up in his arms, gasping in surprise as Beatrice kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh, I get a kiss?” he grinned. She kissed him again and he squeezed her tight. “You’re gonna spoil me, Bea.”

��Do I get to give Daddy a kiss, too?” you asked your daughter, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head. “No, you want him all to yourself?”

“She’s already gettin’ bossy like her mama,” Lee winked.

You rolled your eyes before leaning in and giving your husband a kiss anyway, regardless of Beatrice giving you the stink eye as he set her down.

“How’s Lee Jr. doing?” he asked, putting his hand on your belly where it was just starting to protrude.

“How are you so sure it’s a boy?” you pressed.

“I think if I wish for it hard enough, it’ll have to come true,” he decided, handing Penny to you when she reached in your direction.

“And if it’s a girl?”

“Then I’ll love her just the same... and get you pregnant again as soon as possible,” he smirked.

“Am I supposed to be eternally pregnant until you get a son?”

“No, no, I might still want more after that, too.”

You giggled but truly, you loved your children so much and you didn’t at all mind the idea of a big family. And Lee was a great father-- so much better than his own, doting and patient and generous, never angry. If anything he had forced you to be the disciplinarian because he couldn’t bring himself to yell at his favorite girls (which included you, of course).

Beatrice was a force of nature at only five years old, unlike Penny who was only two-and-a-half adorably shy. They were joined at the hip, though, and excited about the prospect of a new little sibling to play with. Even though you mocked him for it, you wanted a boy, too, even if just to watch Lee dote on him. You were going to have to bargain with him about not making him a Junior, though.

Dinner was almost peaceful as the four of you crowded around the table; Lee helped Beatrice cut her food while you fed Penny in her high chair with those cute rubber-coated baby spoons.

"You gonna eat them vegetables, Bea?" Lee asked her as he watched her push them around with her fork. She shook her head, making Lee frown. "But they're so yummy, see?" he smiled as he shoved a huge bite of his own into his mouth. "Mmm," he hummed, overacting as he chewed.

Beatrice didn't seem convinced, giving her dad a crooked stare.

"I bet if you eat all your veggies, Daddy will let you have a piece of candy," you suggested.

Suddenly, Beatrice was shovelling the green beans into her mouth like it was a race. "All done!" she announced around a mouth full of food.

Lee insisted on putting them to bed while you rested after dinner, even though he'd already helped you cook and cleaned up everything for you. You were reading a book when he came back in, smiling and resting his head against the doorframe.

"Did they go down pretty easy?" you asked, not looking up from the paper until he failed to answer, just standing there and staring at you. "What are you looking at?"

"Just my beautiful wife," he smiled, finally stepping in and shutting the door behind you, joining you on the bed as you set down your book. "Can't a man look at his wife?"

"Yes, but it'd be nice if he answered her questions while he did it," you smirked.

"It took a few bedtime stories but I got 'em to settle down," he explained as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him.

"So the girls are asleep, then?" you asked slowly, tracing over the exposed sliver of his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Sure, what's it to ya?"

"I just thought maybe you'd wanna do more than just look at your wife..."

A low growl rattled his throat and made you clench your thighs together as he slowly untied your robe, letting it fall open and exposing your naked body to him. "Think you can keep quiet, pretty girl?"

You nodded and bit your lip as those thick fingers tickled over your hips and finally found themselves between your legs, slowly teasing you there until your head fell back on his shoulder.

"Feel good, sweetpea?" he asked lowly.

"Yes," you gasped, "please, Lee, don't make me wait too long, I need you inside me..."

He chuckled, rolling you onto your side while he started to open his belt and slacks. You moaned and arched your back, waiting for him to push into you. Instead the head of his cock began to tease you as well, rubbing your clit and sliding over your opening.

"Daddy, please," you whimpered.

"I bet you want it rough, little girl," he groaned right against your ear, making you shiver. "I bet you wish I'd fuck you hard and rough, choke you, slap you, spank you..."

You nodded feverishly, "god, yes, please!"

"But you know I can't when you're pregnant," he reminded you.

"Not so much that you can't but that you won't," you sighed.

"You're sick of all this tender lovemaking, huh? You want something dirty and quick," he posited, laughing as you nodded again and tried to push your hips down onto his cock. "Needy slut."

You whimpered at the name and felt even more wetness warming your entrance.

"Oh, look at that," he purred, "so wet and ready for me."

He pushed in rougher than usual, just enough to make you groan as you bit down on your lip. Holding your hips down, he fucked you slow but deep. "Fuck, just like that, daddy, thank you," you moaned.

"What a noisy little fucktoy you are," he laughed. "Keep moanin' for my cock, whore."

His thrusts got faster, rougher, deeper as his vock started to flex within you. "Gonna fill you up, pretty baby, gonna fuckin' fill you up-- ah fuck!"

You didn't really have a choice as every movement was sliding against your swollen g-spot, and at this angle his balls slapped your clit when he was all the way inside.

Your eyes were closed so you didn't see his fingers pressing into your mouth, you only felt them as you obediently opened your lips and sucked him in. He moaned as you swirled your tongue around them, and took them in your throat effortlessly.

"You're so well-trained, you don't even gag anymore," he chuckled. "Every guy in town is already jealous of me, can you imagine if they knew how well you take me in your throat? If they knew how much you beg me to breed your pussy? If they knew what a cock-hungry, desperate slut you are for me? Their heads would fuckin' explode."

You keened and arched your back further, pushing the tip of him so deep that your whole body quivered. He leaned closer to suck a mark on your neck, his teeth digging into your skin just enough to make your eyes roll back in your head from the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Hmm, you like that idea, don't you? You want them to know... you like the attention, you like when they watch you walk past and their wives get jealous," he growled. "Fuckin' whore, you know it drives me crazy-- is that what you like about it? Makin' me lose my mind worrying that my wife could get any man she wants?"

"I just want you," you promised, "only you, daddy, there's nobody else, I swear!"

"Just shut up and listen," he hissed, clamping his hand down over your mouth. "You can't lie to me when I'm inside you, pretty girl, now just be honest: you like making your poor daddy jealous, don't you?"

Nervously, you nodded against the hand on your face.

"Of course you do," he smiled, "'cause you like how I fuck you when I wanna make sure you're mine."

You nodded again, muffled moans getting louder as your orgasm started building faster than even you expected.

"You've got this pretty mark on your neck to show for it," he purred as he licked where the bruise was forming, "so you and everybody else knows how good your daddy fucked you."

"I'm close," you mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked, removing his hand from your mouth.

"I'm close!"

"Oh, I knew that," he laughed, "I can feel your pussy grippin' me so tight, tryna make me come in ya. Is that what you want, princess?"

"Yes!" you moaned, almost screaming it, "yes, come in me, daddy, I love you so much, please!"

His come coated your walls as they flexed and pulsed for him, warmth seeping into you from the inside out.

Both of you caught your breath as he laid back and rolled you until you were laying on his chest. "You're okay, right? I wasn't too rough with ya?"

"No, I'm fine," you chuckled, "you really are a softie, Sheriff."

"Ooh, you only call me that after I love you up real good," he beamed, kissing your forehead.

"That's not true, I call you that when we're out in public," you denied.

"Yeah, but before we go out in public I always love you up real good," he smirked. You slapped his chest playfully but it was generally pretty true. "I'd better get up and take my shower, get ready for bed an' all."

"No," you protested, clutching his torso, "don't go yet... just stay here until I fall asleep, please?"

"Okay, sweet girl," he sighed, relaxing under your touch, "close your eyes."

You always fell asleep so easily when you were in his arms.

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Honor him. Younger Mercenary Oberyn Martell x f!reader fanfic. #Writer Wednesday 05/26/2021

Summary: You receive the worst news, Oberyn Martell died, your first lover and the first adventure you lived.

Once when you were younger you ran away from your house escaping an unhappy engagement and the promise of a dull life. But your family hired an elite force of mercenaries to find you not knowing that their leader is a Prince of Dorne.

Word count: 6,5k (ups sorry)

Warning: Blood, violence, Oberyn’s death is mentioned as canon in the book and show, Ophidiophobia(fear of snakes), unhappy arranged marriage, alcohol. +18 SMUT (it means no minors, pls) virgen f!reader, oral sex (f¡ receiving descriptive, male receiving mentioned) p in v sex (unprotected cos there’s no durex in Essos BUT USE PROTECTION IN REAL LIFE PEOPLE) grieving.

A/N: I'M SORRY I'M LATE this is for #Writer Wednesday, the challenge created by @autumnleaves1991-blog

I read the books a long time ago, yep, I’m one of those people that said “I’ll finish them when George publish them all” so I got ASOIAF wiki and run with it, so buckle up for some bad geography from Essos and inaccurate cultural stuff. I think this is the longest thing I’ve written and the smuttiest, so sorry if it’s cringy.

Honor him

“Apparently he won the combat but the wounds were too severe and he died”

You raise your eyes from the book. One of the young servants whispers to another collecting the dead leaves on the ground.

“What is it?”

They rise from the ground nervously expecting that you will scold them for gossiping

“We heard the news from the world. A bard was chanting them on the market, my lady” she approaches the fountain; you’re seated on the ceramic tile, feet inside the water, refreshing from the blazing sun in this part of Essos.

“And what did he say?”

“He said there was a trial in Kingslanding. For the death of king Joffrey, and it was his cousin...”

“His uncle, the imp” clarifies the other and the other girl rolls her eyes

“Yes, his uncle was on trial for his murder. And Prince Oberyn from Dorne was his champion”

“The imp asked for a trial by combat, you see, my lady” adds the other

“He battled the Mountain; he crushed the prince’s skull apparently”

“But! but! His blade had poison on it so the Mountain died too” says the other girl excitedly

“Oberyn died?” you mutter, your hands are limp and you don’t realize that you have drop your book until you hear the “blop” sound in the water and it splashed your tunic

Your mind travels to years past in an instant: A journey through the vast empty lands of this continent and how you loved for the first time.

The pages of your book are getting more and more transparent while the black trickles of ink disappear in the water. You wish to scream, to rip your clothes and your hair out of your scalp but you do nothing.

“Are you alright, my lady?” the girls look at each other when you don’t move or try to retrieve your book from the water.

You always thought the greatest pain he gave you was leaving you at your father’s door many years ago, but now he’s gone forever. You always thought, while looking from your window at night, that you will see him one day, coming back on his dark horse ready to steal you away again, but now that he’s dead that small hope, that tiny flame that you kept in your heart is gone.

Your childish hopes and dreams of reviving your first love are shattered. It’s true that your life has changed, you’re a grown woman now, wiser and experience but you still fantasize over him, seeing his face and his hands on your lovers.

“We should call physician” you heard them whisper, but so far away

“Where is he anyway?”

“At his clinic, you silly girl, run”

“You do not need to call him” you mutter “I’m fine. Excuse me”

Not caring for splashing water all over the house, you run to your chambers and collapse into your bed. Buried in the soft pillows, you cried, muffling your howls with them so nobody could hear. Late in the night the moon and stars shine bright casting bluish shadows in your room.

Your body is tired but restless and in the night shade a timid ray of white light illuminates that small scar in your forearm in the shape of a half-moon. And you kiss it, at least you will always have something of his carved in your skin.

Many years ago. Essos.

“You’re cheating, boy” the big man slams the table, the wooden pieces and the coins that all the players have laid at the center fall down. He points at you spitting from a mouth full of crooked black teeth “Show me your arms, boy, I know you’re lying”

“I’m just lucky, sir” you raise your blouse’s sleeves and your arms up innocently and somehow it makes him angrier

He insults you in whatever language he speaks and slams the table up, the players run and the loud tavern suddenly gets quite, waiting for the next movement. You’re an ant in front of that enormous giant, when he stands tall and walks menacingly towards you, you freeze, he doesn’t listen to you when you apologize, it doesn’t matter anyway, you just did to gain time and look for an exit but the room is too crowded.

“Here, boy, I’ve also many tricks under my sleeve” he has a dirty bag hanging from his belt and takes it and throws it at you. It lands at your feet and for a second you smirk not knowing what a bag could do to you, but then it moves and in a blur you see a green and yellow thing twisting until you feel it pressing and slithering over your body. The snake, a beautiful, shiny creature with vibrant colors faces you hissing and shows its fangs. Everything happens to fast. Out of instinct you protect your face with your arms and the animal understands this as a threat and it bites. The pain rings like a bell all over your body every nerve in your body aflame.

In a second, cold blood wets your face and you gasp when you see the snake’s head slide to the side separated from its body with a clean cut.

“I’m sorry for the demise of your little friend” A tall lean man stands beside the giant. You can’t see his face, since he’s covered with black turban and his body is in full armor. One of his arms still holds a curved sword that has snake blood on it; the other has a dagger pointed to your enemy’s neck.

“That viper was worth more than you or your little friend and you will pay for it”

“I doubt it. You know my little friend here” and he points his sword to you “it’s worth a lot and if I don’t tend to her wound rapidly she will die and that’s a shame. So, decide now, do you want to be a setback or do you want to keep living your stinky life longer?”

By brute force, the giant decides his fate and tries to disarm the man who in a swift movement cuts his throat and his blood and destiny joints that of his pet.

“You’ve been quite difficult to find, child” he opens the fabric covering his face. His eyes are dark, dark beard covers his defined jaw line and an amused smirk graces his handsome face. “Let me see that arm” he lowers his weapons, shamelessly cleaning his dagger on the back of the dead tall man and walks to you until your back is pressed against one of the tavern columns. Sheathing his sword, his hand takes yours and raises your arm, evaluating the wound and he hums deeply “Oh, sweet child”

“Am I going to die?” you cry

“Probably”

“If it’s my father who commands you to find me, I beg you to let me die; I do not wish to go back. Death is better than that dreadful place” you shake your head determined but terrified at the same time. He looks at you with his brow troubled

“Death is never better than anything” and he drags your arm to his face. His dark gaze fix on you while he sucks on the wound so hard that for a moment you think he’s drinking your life away. But then he lets you go and spits to the ground “Let’s hope that’s enough. You will come with me so I can give you the antidote”

“I told you, I have no desire to return to my home”

“It’s a pity, then, that I don’t care about that” he grins.

He gave you so many small jars to drink. Some tasted sweet some bitter and some other made you want to vomit and not drink or eat ever again. But you’re alive. A few hours passed, and then a day, then two, and you’re irrevocably getting back home.

You’ve learnt that your father, in an attempt to find you, has commissioned this elite group of mercenaries to retrieve you; and he’s the leader. It’s a small company but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous. All of them seemed to have many different skills, weapons hidden at every corner of their body, they speak languages you don’t know and you ride your horse tied to it watching each one of them with a suspicious look. After two days riding with them you have decided that there’s no way you could escape now. There’s always one of them standing guard and just a small glare your way gets every thought of escaping out of your head. So, even if it’s dramatic, you decided that your best option is to die. A few days in the desert without water and food and your father will receive a corpse.

“Drink, little girl, you’re withering like a flower” the leader, the man that saved you, says handing you the waterskin

“No, thank you” you turn your head, seated under the shadow of a very thin and dry bush. The orange and violet light announces the immanent sunset where you have stopped for the day.

“You’ve been refusing water all day. You have to drink” he says and pushes the waterskin to your face once more.

“No, thank you” you repeat and he sighs. Thinking you’ve won as he throws the waterskin by his side, you smile subtly until he’s close, crouched down, knees over the sand, looking at you.

“Maybe being a spoiled little flower works for your father, but not to me. Drink or I will make you” He takes your chin and raises it to meet his eyes

“I’m not thirsty” you say, your lips are already dry and they hurt, your tongue is thick inside your mouth and your body screams for just one drop.

“Don’t challenge me, child” he lowers his voice and you gulp

“I’m not a child” you protest, he keeps calling you that and honestly you don’t think he’s much older that you

“Then why do you behave like one? Drink, for the last time” His mouth is a fine line now and his grip on your chin is a little bit firmer

When you don’t answer he opens the waterskin and tucking on your lower lip he pours a small trickle of water in your mouth. The liquid taste sweet, your body works on it own and you open your mouth to drink more with desperation.

“So you weren’t thirsty...stubborn girl” he smirks and you want to slap his smug and beautiful face

He stops pouring water and laughs when you rise up drinking the last drops before he puts the cap on it.

“Look at you, not a withering flower anymore” the mercenary brushes his knuckles over you cheek and you feel them burn “What else do you want?” his thumb caress your chin gathering the small drops of water on your skin and spreads it over your lower lip.

You feel your bones burning, a tension in your lower belly that you haven’t feel many times and that makes you ask for something you don’t even know, so you just answer a timid yes and let him guide you to the fire and the rest of the company.

One of the mercenary is skinning some rabbits, methodically pulling the skin off with blood hands and a deathly gaze fix on you “So she decided to join us” she says

“Oberyn can be really persuasive” another, a big bald man with a beard tinted in blue, adds

So his name is Oberyn, where have you heard that name before?

“Remember that her father is paying for the whole of her, untouched he said” a lean blonde woman, with her face full of black and blue tattoos, is lounged over the bags sharpening her knives

“Well, I hope he doesn’t see her arm, that viper left her with a beautiful scar” Oberyn sits down and helps the mercenary skinning the animals and impales them and puts them to roast on the fire

“I’m not talking about that kind of viper...” she says and the company laughs

“I’m right here” they stop laughing looking at you as if you have done something they deem impossible

“So she speaks” the bearded man says

“She does but it may take some convincing” Oberyn smiles at you over the flames that illuminate his striking and sharp features “If you wish to eat, sweet flower, why don’t tell us how did you escape? We love a good story while we camp”

“Your father was convinced some ragged boy had stole you from your palace” adds the blonde woman

You smile, feeling some kind of pride for your plan, that, looking at it from perspective, did not grant you what you wanted but at least you had a good run. You tell them about how you disguised as a ragged boy lurking a few nights prior your escape so that the servants suspected about somebody being guilty of your disappearing. And how you ran away the night of your betrothal and made it look as if somebody had kidnapped you.

“I ran out of money in Lys so I had to beg, or steal, or gamble for a few coins. And then you found me” you finish your tale, sucking on your fingers, the meat is the best you ever tasted but yet again it must be the hunger from this days refusing to eat or drink.

“I’m almost tempted to let you go, young one, you seem a very resourceful girl” the beard man that you now know as Uhlan smiles at you proudly

“Think about the money” the blonde woman, Rikan, chew on a bone and toss it to the fire

“I’m always thinking about it, why do you think I’m a sellsword?” he jests

“Because you were a street rat with a broad back as broad as your stupidity and it’s the only thing you can do” Rikan spits and Uhlan laughs, a deep and low chuckle that resonates as a thunder.

“She’s a little princess, she couldn’t have survived much longer” the other woman, Shifa adds, the rest of the company has changed the way they look at you, but her. She still squints at you

“There’re princes that have survived worse” Uhlan counters and suddenly there’s a heavy and uncomfortable silence over them. You look at all of them trying to understand and you see Oberyn looking at his feet until he claps his hands together “Let’s get some sleep, we have a long way ahead”

It’s surprising what food, water and company can achieve. You’re smiling more, you almost forget that you will be delivered to your father and future husband within days, Uhlan tells you about his many adventures, how he almost die in Yiti, how he rode once with a Khalassar and that he had seen the great shadow in the East. Rikan has gifted you a knife “a girl needs to defend herself” she said and proceed to show you how to kill a man in many different ways “If you want to kill your husband though, you must ask Oberyn, he’s the one that knows about poisons and how to kill somebody without raising suspicions”

“How does he know that?” you ask, leaning to the right so you get close to her horse, Oberyn rides beside Shifa before you; both of them speaking in a language you don’t understand

“He has studied many things; he’s been all over the world. He was almost a Maester once, but preferred to travel, fight and fuck the world before he gets back to his duties”

“Duties?”

“He’s a prince” she whispers a mischievous smile on her lips “he doesn’t want to talk about it, because it makes people treat him differently or underestimate him. So don’t tell him it was me, blame the big rat”

“Did somebody call me?” Uhlan screams at the back

“You do have a sharp ear when you want, my friend”

You arrive to Myr at dusk. The city is still vibrating, the merchants offering everything you could imagine and the streets smell like thousands spices. And you absorb it all with wide eyes and open mouth.

“It’s a beautiful world, my sweet flower, and you wanted to end your life” Oberyn raises his voice over the people chatting and selling stuff

“If only it could always be like this” you answer, your smile dies in your mouth remembering this is a passing thing. The adventure will be over soon.

“Life gives us many opportunities to dwell in its pleasures; you have only to acquire a keen eye to recognize the perfect moment to seize it”

“Are you implying that I will have another chance to escape?” you scoff

“Maybe...if that is what you want or maybe to enjoy your life as a married woman, who knows”

You sigh deeply trying to ignore the thoughts about your future husband, that drunken bastard, boring and dull that your father chose.

“Or you could run away and avoid your responsibilities; you can create your own destiny, my sweet flower”

“And that’s what you are doing? Avoiding your duties?” you stop in your tracks and he watches you for a moment, chewing on his lower lip

“Maybe” he answers finally

“I’m tired of being treated as if I was overreacting being a spoiled child while you are here doing exactly what I did, ran away, from the duties of a noble life. I’m not overreacting; all I want is to decide if I want to live my life bearing children for my fool husband and maybe die giving birth or out of boredom and disappointment or try my luck in the wild world. Isn’t that what you are doing? Travel, fight and fuck the world? What’s the difference between me and you?” The people surround you, the company has already enter the tavern in front of you knowing they shouldn’t meddle

“Travel, fight and fuck the world seem a pretty good title for a book. Maybe when I’m old I will write my adventures under that title” he laughs

“I’m glad I amuse you” you spat with your arms crossed

“I apologize if I made you feel that I was underestimating you. Do not confuse my laughter with mockery, I know how you feel and I understand.” He comes close to you, each hand on your arms, pressing them lightly “Believe me, I wouldn’t have accepted this job if your father didn’t pay so well. I have to get back home and I want to leave my company with enough resources so they can continue on their own” he explains, he bends his neck so you are so close you can smell his scent, leather, horse and the dessert. “But that doesn’t mean we cannot enjoy ourselves while it lasts” Oberyn smiles and passes his arm over your shoulders “Have you tasted the wine from Myr?” you shake your head “It’s the sweetest”

The wine is starting to play with your mind, your smile falls languidly over the corner of your lips and you don’t know why you’re laughing but whatever song Uhlan is singing is the funniest thing you’ve heard. Rikan laughs by your side, her laugh is actually sweet and high making her look less menacing. Shifa is the only one that doesn’t look amused at all and he drinks from her goblet eyeing the tavern, especially you, with hatred.

“C’mon, Shifa, we know you can smile” Uhlan grabs her in a bear hug but she squeezes herself out of it

“Let me alone, you brute”

“You haven’t talked much since we retrieve the little girl over here, tell us what’s going on in that little twisted mind of yours?” the man jokes and the other mercenary glares at him

“I’m going to my chamber” She drinks the rest of her drink and strides to the rooms, pushing the drunken people in her way

“Leave her, Uhlan! She’s just jealous that her prince is not directing his attentions only to her lately” Rikan says winking at you

Oberyn has been absent having a conversation in another table until he comes back with a serious expression

“I’m partially offended that you think our company it’s not worth your time” Uhlan says sliding to give him enough space to seat by his side

“Huh, so I guess Shifa is not the only one jealous” Rikan drinks looking at him over her goblet

“Shut up!”

“Where is she?” Oberyn asks

“She went to her chamber” Uhlan serves him wine “So what was about those ugly bastards that got your attention; I thought you had a very refined taste”

“Those are Westerosi men; I wanted to get news of the world. Some of us still appreciate the pursuit of knowledge, my friend” Oberyn taps on his big shoulder

“I appreciate the pursuit of a good fuck better, my friend. Let’s see if those Westerosi want to share some news with me, Rikan are you coming? I’m always lucky with you around”

“I don’t like Westerosi” she snarls

“I don’t care, I just need you to be there so they take a good look at your ugly face and they get convinced that fucking with me is the good option of the two of us” he jokes with one of those thunder like chuckles

Rikan laughs and she follows him, waddling towards the men’s table.

“I should go to my room” you say, rising too fast and the whole room twists and turns

“You liked the wine, I see” he observes you grab the wooden table for your dear life until you find your balance

“Too sweet, I haven’t noticed it until it was too late”

“Let me guide you then”

Oberyn grabs you by your waist and helps you climb the stairs to the second floor. People gather around the aisle, laughter and moans fill the air and the heat of Oberyn skin over yours and the boldness giving by the alcohol make you pressed your body against his a little tighter than its necessary.

“This is you” he says opening the door for you

“Is it true what you said about creating our own destiny?” you collapse on his firm chest, your hands brushing over his neck

“Yes, sweet flower”

“Sweet flower” you mimic his accent “Say it one more time” your glossy lips, sticky with wine, leave a kiss on the tan uncover skin of his chest. His laugh makes you raise your head

“You need to sleep, child”

“No, no!” you slap his hand away when he tries to push you inside the room “Don’t call me that, I’m not a child. I’m a woman” you try to fix your posture to seem taller but you body stumbles to one side almost falling down

“What you are is a very inebriated girl. Good night, my sweet flower” he says closing the door

“Are you going to Shifa’s room?” the words escape your lips before you can think and he lingers on the door with an eyebrow raised

“Why do you ask that?”

“I don’t want you to go to her” again the words are out before you process them

“And what do you want me to do?” Oberyn closes the door behind him. And you breathe deeply a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Stay with me” you mutter

“Believe me I would, but you don’t know what you are asking. It is the wine speaking”

“No it’s not” you pout again falling into his arms, hearing how you sound like a spoiled little girl, you cough “It’s not” you repeat

“Right, let me take you to bed then”

You gasp looking at him with wide eyes. Oberyn hugs your body and walks towards the simple bed at the corner until you both fall down on the soft mattress

“Oberyn” you whisper “I have to tell you something before we...”

“Tell me, sweet flower” He lays beside you, posing his head over his fist

“I’m...I’ve never...” you stutter

“No need to worry” with his free hand he starts to brush his index finger from your brow to the tip of your nose so slowly and softly that you feel your eyes closing down

“Are you trying to make me sleep as if I was a puppy?” you slur

“Shh” he continues until the room goes dark and you cannot open your eyes for much that you try

“Sweet dreams, sweet flower” you hear before you blank out.

The sun pierces your eyes as if its rays were daggers. The company laughs at your expense, but yet again, Shifa hisses and insults you in some language but it’s evident that she said something nasty because Oberyn glares at her.

“No more Myr wine for you, little girl” Uhlan laughs helping you get on your horse

“Never” you murmur

The pain in the back of your head and the unstoppable thirst you have makes you moody, and it doesn’t help that you know you’re one day away from your home. But everything is worse with the hard sting of jealousy. It’s not that Oberyn does much, but he rides along side her, speaking in that stupid language you don’t understand, and she makes him laugh, he watches with attention whatever she points at during the way. He looks at her, talks to her. All you want is to rush your stupid horse and take her place.

It gets worse when Shifa sees you observing them; knowing damn well what you feel, she becomes softer, leaving touches on his skin, whispers things on his ear. And you can see the intimacy, the camaraderie that they share and that you will never have. And she’s a woman not a little girl, fierce, independent, and strong; and you cannot stop comparing yourself to her.

You arrive to a small town in between the domains of the two free cities, just hours away from the gates of Pentos.

“We will spent the night here, we need to be presentable for tomorrow”

The town has a small and humble bath house. The simple exterior made of red brick doesn’t show the beauty it has in its interior. The garden inside is made of brick and ceramic creating beautiful arches that frame the pool in the middle; green vines crept over the walls and the tender murmur of water is the only sound you can hear.

“We have rooms to accommodate you for the night once you’re done with your baths” the lady, owner of the house, announces and snaps her fingers towards the servants so they get everything ready.

“Thank you” Oberyn says bowing his head “Wash away the dust of our journey, my friends. Specially you, Uhlan” he jokes, slapping the big man’s belly

“You’re as stinky as me, my prince, but the Gods didn’t give me a beautiful face”

The company strips shamelessly, you think that they’re so comfortable around each other that they don’t think twice before submerge their naked bodies in the fresh water.

You stay by the side, taking off your shoes and rolling your sleeves so you can wash your feet and face. You avert your eyes when you see that Oberyn’s armor is on the floor. Your eyes fixed on the water and the blue tiles at the bottom, but you cannot stop from raising your eyes just a little.

His magnificent, strong, and tight body, his beautiful golden skin is marked in scars in some parts, you see the muscles on his legs tensing and relaxing as he gets in the pool. Your eyes travel through the room to avoid seeing him in his full grace.

“C’mon child, you don’t want to be stinky when you meet your father” Rikan splash water at you

“I-I”

“Let her be, she’s scare of my big cock” Uhlan laughs

“That thing that you can barely get up? C’mon, child, it is harmless” The blonde mercenary swims towards you and grabs your hand to pull you in

“Rikan, leave her, let’s finish and we will leave her some privacy” Oberyn says under the small waterfall brushing his skin with a small piece of soap

“Your husband’s eyes will be the only ones that will see you naked” Shifa says and she swims towards Oberyn. Her body is toned and muscular. She joints him under the water stream and when she tries to touch him, he moves away.

You don’t want to smile, but you do, until you remember that he refused you the other night and tonight is the last night you’ll spend with them. Shifa will have him for whatever time she wants.

Eventually they leave the pool, putting on some fresh clothes and rubbing some scent oils on their skins and they look different, less mercenary and more like elite warriors with a thousand adventures to tell. You will miss them; they are the only friends you have ever had.

“Thank you” you say stopping their banter over who’s going to take which room, they look at you confused “Thank you for rescuing me” you say with a trembling voice

“It’s nothing, child” Uhlan says and you see his big eyes shine

“We will give you some privacy” Rikan nods

When they are away you take off those stinky clothes you’ve been wearing since you escape. You moan feeling the water soften your muscle and you enjoy the strong cascade of water hitting your back until your bones feel like liquid inside your skin.

“I never expected you to thank us for getting you to your father” his voice gets you out of the trance, and you don’t open your eyes when you hear the soft sound of clothes hitting the ground and the splash of water when he gets inside the pool again.

“I didn’t thank you for that, but for rescuing me” you answer still your eyes closed under the waterfall “And saving my life” you pass your hand over the now healed wound, a moon shape scar where he suck the venom out of you.

Oberyn fingers grab your wrist, raising your arm towards his lips and planting kisses alongside your veins until he arrives to the thicker skin of the scar, sucking again on it.

“Do you still believe that it was better to let you die from the snake’s bite than to be back home?” he whispers against your skin, his beard tickling you over your pulse

“I still can run away” you open one eye. Oberyn looks amused at you

“Will you?” he asks saving the distance between you

“I don’t know. Will you come get me if I do?” You approach him, intertwining your hands on his neck

“The world is big and beautiful; it will be a shame that a sweet flower like you rots in a place like this all her life” he turns his head and leaves a kiss on each of your arms

“So that’s a no” you laugh but the pain in your heart is real

“I have to leave Essos soon, I guess the time for adventures is up” he exhales deeply

“Just the last one then” you’re surprised of your boldness when you rise on your tiptoes to kiss his lips

It is soft at first. Just tasting him, tempting him to show you more, and he does. Oberyn opens his mouth and sucks on your lower lip and when your mouth is open he savors you with his tongue. He holds your face on his large palms guiding you softly until the kiss deepens and your hands leave his neck roaming through his back and he reciprocates. His hand caresses every inch from your neck to your arms. You moan in protest when he breaks the kiss but then his kisses move to your neck nibbling your skin. He pampers every part of you with his attention, soft kisses and bites over the top of you breast.You cry out laughing when he grabs you and rise by the waist so he can access your tits. You circle his waist with your legs and you hold yourself on his shoulders.

Any good sense in you, any coherent thought gets lost one his mouth sucks on your nipples and you kiss his head trying to control your panting. The sounds that come out of you seem so far away, his low grunts and moans over your breast melt you and you feel the heat gathering between your legs.

“My sweet flower, you have the sweetest tits” he moans and he lowers you so he can kiss you one more time. You run your fingers over his dark hair, his impossibly close to you but you need more. You need him like those drops of water he poured in you the first time. The hunger, the jealousy and desire you felt these past days have reached its peak and you think your heart will collapse. You repeat his name on his lips like a plea.

Oberyn carries you to the side of the pool, and you feel your cheeks burning, your body in goose flesh feeling exposed and at his mercy now that the water is not covering you. He takes his time admiring you, his brow eyes eating every pore of your skin. Kissing your legs he parts them grabbing you by the hips he positions you just at the edge of the pool. He palms your breasts one more time, gracing each nipple with a small pinch that makes you moan loudly. You get flustered, gaining a bit of your conscience back

“No need to be shy, my love, let go. I wish to hear every sweet moan, drink every drop of this sweet cunt” he plants a kiss on your navel, before lowering his face. His first lick between your lips makes you marvel of the unknown sensation. His eyes are fixed on you while he licks faster and sucks between your small lips, when you tense, every single fiber of your body burning, he changes his rhythm, lapping languidly all your sex and back again, fast and slow, and never too much. Until you’re gasping for air and pushing him away

“Please, it’s too much”

“Let me show you, trust me” his wet mouth bites you inner thigh before he starts again. This time you reach the point of no return faster. A wide abyss before you where you skin burns and you heart beat faster until you fall, crying his name. And he holds you, planting kisses all over you body, every part he can reach. The gasps lead to laughter

“What happe...how?” you ask

“I have many things to show you my sweet flower” he smiles

Oberyn lets you in his room. The warm night breeze moves the white curtains and the moonshine casts its rays so you can see him get on top of you with the warmest of smiles.

“Do you still want this, my flower?” he asks

You grab him by the neck and let your lips answer for you. Lowering your touch you push his back so he presses his body against you even tighter.

“Please, please” you beg on his ear

He reaches between your bodies and brushes the tip of his cock on your lips coating it in your arousal, before pushing gently. You gasp at the intrusion; it’s not pain what you feel but definitively a bit uncomfortable at first

“Let me in, my sweet, relax for me” Oberyn bends his neck to kiss and bite your tits. The pleasure turns your body into a withering mess until you’re full of him.

He moves lazily at first letting you grow used to his length and width while he observes your face

“Is it alright my love?”

“I need more” you murmur

“More?” He rises, pressing the weight of his body on his knees and opens you wider grabbing the soft skin on your hips “Like this?” he thrusts deep and fast with each word and you nod biting your lip. His pace is unforgiving, and you cannot think, all you can feel is him, and his sweet words and praises combined with the slaps of wet skin and the creaks of this old bed. Your fingers scratch softly on his chest trying to hold into something when you feel that abyss again, but this time you let it go and it hits you harder. Oberyn collapses over you letting your cunt squeeze him even tighter, slowly dragging himself in and out until he sense his release coming and he pushes harder once, twice until he spills his warm seed.

You kiss his brow, wet from exhaustion and the pool, in a way the cage he’s forming with his body pressed against the mattress is the freest you have ever felt.

The dawn wakes you up, many years later, a harrowing pain in your chest remembering how he kissed you a thousand times, how you slept caged in his arms for a few hours and then woke up with his face between your thighs

“Does it hurt?” he asked and you flinched, feeling the swollen and sensitive skin “I will kiss it better” he said. And you made love again, he moved you in the bed showing how to touch your body and how to touch him, how to pleasure him with your mouth as he did to you. Until the sun invaded the room and crashed your safe space between the shadows. You could no longer hide from your destiny, it was time to go.

He left you, a small and decent kiss on your hand and bid you farewell wishing you a happy life.

You remember running, not paying attention to your father’s complaints and your mother’s cries while you soon-to-be husband drank wine unbothered by the whole thing. You ran to the balcony watching his dark horse taking him out of the city.

He never looked back, and with his parting figure you promised you will live your life happy even if you have to run for it. That you will live adventures on your own until life gives you the last drop of its joy and pleasure. In a way you promised to honor him without knowing one day it will come true.

So you woke up, older, wiser, in your own house, after many adventures lived, and after a sleepless night mourning him, you grab paper and ink and write:

“Travel, fight and fuck the world: the Adventures of an Unusual Lady”

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