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Thinking about that one party banter between Solas and Varric about “cleaning up human messes” like Solas YOU KNOW DAMN WELL-
#stg I can’t stand him#(jk love you pookie please come back the kids miss you)#solas dragon age#dragon age#solas#dragon age inquisition#toxic old man yaoi#dragon age solas#varric dragon age#varric tethras#dragon age varric
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as for the rest of the ep…
Chalynn truthers we won. we fucking won 🍾🍾🍾
Lois trying to talk Ned into making peace w/ Michael and Drew sounds REAL funny knowing that drew and Michael r still planning on pushing him out of ELQ again. fuck those two forever actually, y’all can make peace in hell
speaking of drewfus, I wish I could be glad he’s leaving but it’s not for very long and crew is gonna be annoying abt it I’m sure. this version of drew is such a shell of himself that anytime hes brought up I just feel disgusted 😖
I’m getting tired of Sonny bringing up Carly when talking to nina it just feels WEIRD… I really don’t wanna see a Carson reunion but it’s starting to feel like the pikeman/cyrus bs might end up being the catalyst for one… sonaritas should we be worried. 😟
also Tolly agreeing to use krissy as the surrogate… wasn’t there literally a whole argument against doing this months back that resulted in tolly icing krissy out for several weeks…? once again I must assert this whole surrogate storyline is a load of barnacles
#pentababbles#general hospital#I’m happy abt the proposal :) but I also feel like they kinda did this so they could be married b4 Gregory croaks#still! taking my wins where I can! their scenes today were sweet and I liked it 👍#i know ned has beef w/ nina over the SEC thing but. once he finds out Michael knew and STILL tried to push him out of ELQ#nina should be the least of his worries. since let’s face it drew earned that prison sentence 😅 and it’s not a crime to report a crime!#the bensons r just mad they had to face even the mildest of consequences for their actions tbh#drew goin to Australia tho like. take joss and Carly w/ u I don’t wanna see them again either#have joss spend time w/ her Aussie father or something I just can’t take her anymore#also the fact that he’s leaving for Christmas so Michael doesn’t have to… bro I hate him so much#bro you just got out of PRISON how about you spend time with your DAUGHTER that you PROMISED to be there for you ASSHOLE#and with drew going away… PLEASE I don’t want a Carson retread please please please#like I find crew annoying and meaningless but at least they’re over in their own corner. but I was actually starting to like Sonny#a Carson retread is just gonna make him suck again 😞#cannot stand the surrogate storyline and tolly is nothing to me anymore but w/e I can deal with it.#however if they really are setting up the surrogate arc to be an angst backdrop for kraze… burned-lariat go get them royalty checks I stg 🤣#but yea that’s my thoughts! story feels discombobulated as ever but we soldier on iguess
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picking Virgil up from my friends house late at night is gonna become a common thing now but no yeah i’m definitely happy about this -Devin
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may i pretty please request a wolverine x reader where he gets super clingy when he’s tired and he’s just so soft with the reader following her around like a little puppy until she agrees to go to finally go to bed so they can cuddle and sleep and it’s just 🥹🥹🥹🥹
Wolverine/GN!Reader THIS!!! I absolutely love soft Logan and having this big, rageing machine of a man turn into an absolute puppy when he's sleepy and in love UGH. I need him to be real RN so we can go get married and live happily ever after in the mountains I stg Sorry that this one is kinda short. It's really fluffy and I hope yall enjoy! TWs: None! Reader is written pictuing fem but no pronouns mentioned.
You woke up a little while ago with the striking revelation that you had completely forgotten to finish grading exams. Sure, you could have waited till the morning, but you had become restless. At this point, the only thing that was gonna help you fall back asleep was to just get it over with.
You let out a sigh as you finish another exam, moving on to the next one in the stack. You remember when you had first joined the X-men, expecting it to all be adventures and saving people from immediate threats- you never would have expected to be where you are now. The thought makes you laugh a little bit. You, a teacher? Oh, how times have changed. For the better, but changed nonetheless. The door to your classroom creaks open slowly, and you look over to see Logan. His eyes are half closed as he shuffles over to you, leaning over the back of your chair to wrap his arms around your shoulders and set his chin atop your head.
“Come back to bed, baby.” Logan rumbles. You rub one of his arms back and forth with one of your hands as you continue to write with the other.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask. Logan only hums from above you, adjusting his head to press his cheek against your hair. You know what he means, even if he won't admit it.
“Okay, well just give me a moment and I’ll get back in bed with you, okay?” You tell him, admittedly feeling a little guilty for disturbing his sleep. Logan doesn’t respond, and instead begins to move to the other side of your chair.
“Logan?” You call his name curiously as he begins to sit down on the floor next to you. He huffs as he leans his head against your thighs, practically using your lap as a pillow.
“I’ll stay here, thanks.” He says, and you can't help but laugh a little.
“Logan, There is no way that’s comfortable.” You protest, but he simply shrugs, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into your lap.
“ ‘ve been through worse.” Logan sighs, and you swear you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. You can’t help but shake your head at him anyway, writing a graded letter on the latest exam before moving it over again.
“You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” Logan only hums in response to you, his breathing beginning to slow as you run a hand through his hair. The two of you sit like that for a while, and although you do feel bad about how uncomfortable it must be for him to sit down there like that, Logan doesn’t complain. You rub your eyes when you’ve finally finished grading the last exam, setting it neatly on your desk with the others. You’re ready to finally get up from that god-forsaken seat, but the weight in your lap is keeping you from doing so. When you look down, it’s clear to see that Logan has fully fallen asleep in your lap. You try to keep yourself from smiling too hard as you brush your hand across his shoulders and try to wake him up.
“Logan.” You call for him gently, and all he does is grunt in a sleepy way. “Come on, I’m gonna get a glass of water and then I’ll meet you in bed.” You shake him just a tad bit rougher, and Logan grunts again, slowly blinking his eyes open as he sits up. You run your hand through his hair one more time before standing. You wait for him at the door of the classroom, giving him a kiss on his cheek before you turn in the opposite direction, headed towards the kitchen. At first, you think you’re hearing things, but after a few more heavy steps from behind you, you turn around and are face to face with a sleepy, grumpy, Logan. You look at him in disbelief.
“I’m not going far. I’m just getting a drink and I’ll meet you in bed?” You can’t believe that he’s still trailing behind you, looking like a lost puppy. He almost pouts at you. Logan Howlett, the one and only Wolverine, pouting at you over something so silly.
“Lo. You cannot be serious.” You say, once again trying your best not to laugh. Logan huffs at you, walking forward to take your hand before he’s leading you to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“You’ll get over it.” He grumbles. The walk to the kitchen to get water is just as quick as you thought it would be, if not a little longer due to Logan being stuck to your side the whole time, being built wide like a fridge and being in the way no matter what with how close he was. He’s got his arm draped over you on the way back to bed, refusing to be less than three inches away from you at all times. You hardly have time to lock the door to your shared room before he’s grabbing you by the waist and tugging you under the covers. God, he was so ridiculous like this and you love him so much for it. It takes a moment for you to get settled under the covers, Logan’s hold on you being equivalent to being held in a steel cage and leaving very little room for movement.
When you turn to tell him goodnight, he’s already fast asleep. You lean in and kiss him goodnight anyway, and you swear that you see him smile unconsciously before you tuck yourself into his chest, finally resting in his comforting and secure arms.
#Pure fluff yall come and get your juice#x men 97#x men#x men comics#x men headcannons#x men 97 x reader#wolverine#x men wolverine#x men x reader#wolverine headcannons#wolverine x reader#logan howlett headcannons#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#wolverine and the x men
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Jude and u post sex just doing your skincare and ur like rlly wobbly in ur legs and he has to put his hands on your waist and he's just so cocky about it "can't stand urself bambi? Fucked u good yeah?" Reader just glaring at him and telling him if he says it again today he isn't going to have a reason to call you bambi and he's just so pouting bc we all know he can't go 3 days without sex🤭
he’s fucked u absolutely stupid like you’ve been laid in bed for ages after bc u just can’t move and ur still feeling a bit ditsy. but jude’s kissing over ur shoulder all “c’mon, need to get ready for bed” so he’s gently pushing u towards the bathroom but ur legs have gone all wobbly and he’s having to hold ur waist and to lead u the rest of the way and before he even says anything u just know he’s grinning so cocky abt the whole thing. dips his head to kiss ur neck and is all “having a bit of a struggle there bambi?” and u can hear the smug grin in his voice then he’s like “fucked u good yeah?” and ur just rolling ur eyes at him bc he really doesn’t need his ego stroking anymore. he’s sitting u up on the counter bc “don’t want u falling over do we?” and he just keeps making proper smug comments the whole time until ur glaring him all “i stg if u say that one more time u won’t have any reason to call me it again” and he’s pouting abt that bc that’s so mean of u to even suggest
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ngl my brain kinda goes crazy at the thought of mafia!abby. I don't know why but HER IN A SUIT lord have mercy.
put all my favorite tropes in a blender and I give you:
City Lights
Part 2
a/n: not my best work but it is my horniest work, so riddle me that.
cw: Mafia! Abby, dbf! Abby 🤭, little age gap (reader in early 20s Abby is later 30s), feminine reader (specifically refers to reader as girl), sort of innocent reader, Abby walking in on reader using vibe 🤭, Abby referred to as Ms. Anderson or miss, reader gets roofied BUT is saved and nothing ensues, general mafia coded violence, make out session, (smut in part 2 I'm sorry my darlings)
Minors DNI (I will jump out at you through your screen i stg)
wc: 4.8k (woah)
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You watch as the sun falls from the city sky, lights slowly flickering on signaling the end of a day and the start of a long night. You can’t help but marvel at the sea of lights shimmering in front of you creating a sort of man made night sky, stars replaced by the warm glow of living room and bedroom lights from various apartments. You had lived in this penthouse for a while, but watching the city come alive at night would never get old.
“Hey!” your friend, Dina, waves a hand in front of your face. She must have called you a few times before she finally got your attention. Your eyes reluctantly move from the glowing city to your friend looking down at you, a playful expression on her face. “Girl, you have to get out of your head for your own good.” She lends a hand to you, “Let’s go drink our problems away.” She smirks and you giggle before grabbing her hand and standing up.
“Alright, but you can’t leave me tonight. It's girls night.” She would almost always end up with someone by the end of the night, leaving you to make your way home alone at fucking 3 AM. It definitely helped that her dad wasn’t in the same line of work as yours, you couldn’t exactly hook up with just anyone. Apparently it was “dangerous” your dad was fucking paranoid, but it’s not like you could ignore him and rebel. He always found out somehow and you’d end up being whisked away by one of his bodyguards he hired to follow you around. It was a compromise that the guards were at a distance too, if it were up to you they wouldn’t be there at all.
“I’m not leaving you tonight because you’re going to find someone to go home with.” She has a mischievous smile on her face, like she’s already planned your fate for the night.
“Dina-” you start to say, but she interrupts, “Hush, forget about your dad for a few hours of your life, we’ll figure it out.” She smiles genuinely this time and steps back to dramatically look you up and down. “Listen, you look hot, I look hot, let’s go have fun and be hot together.” She wasn’t wrong, you were wearing one of your favorite black dresses. It perfectly accentuated your curves and flaunted just the right amount of cleavage. Dina always looked good, tonight she was wearing a little black dress as well and you two made quite the alluring pair.
Dina handed you your clutch and led you out of the apartment and into the bustling city. A car is ready for you as soon as you walk out of the lobby– one of the perks of your paranoid father’s line of work. You and her climb in giggling and reflecting on past nights filled with loud music and colorful lights.
The car slows and you and Dina exit onto the sidewalk. Your heels obnoxiously click against the pavement as you both make your way to the door, skipping the line. The bouncer immediately recognizes and encourages you in with a friendly nod. You glance up at the muscley man with a grateful smile and a wink before you enter with your friend in tow.
You walk into an empty marble lobby, dimly lit with no furniture. The sound of both your and Dina’s Heels now echoing throughout the grand empty room. Straight ahead there is a small elevator and to the left of it are stairs. The stairs have little lights lining them, illuminating the way up. You and Dina look at eachother, “No way I’m taking those stairs in these heels.”
She giggles “I agree, I don't think I could make it the 15th floor.” You click the button to call the elevator and the doors immediately open. You and Dina walk into the poorly lit mirror covered box and you press the button for the top floor. Turns out she was wrong. It was more like 20 floors, you had scaled those stairs before, but all those times you were very drunk and going down not up. You adjust your hair and pick at your makeup as the elevator slowly ascends. A soft ding sounds and the door opens slowly revealing the bustling nightclub.
The only lighting in the room was cool colored spotlights, the overwhelming sound of music causing the floor to vibrate under your feet. Most of the light flooded in through the windows that lined the walls. The city lights filtered in, illuminating the room. It almost felt like the club was somehow floating in the middle of the bustling urban area. The floor to ceiling windows made it feel much more spacious despite it being packed with writhing bodies. It was the reason this club was your favorite; it perfectly embraced its beautiful location at the top of a skyscraper.
You both wander into the crowd hand in hand, making a beeline for the bar. You order two vodka shots each and two drinks, wanting to get the festivities of the night started as quickly as possible. The bartender quickly delivers your orders and you look at your friend nodding before downing a shot. Dina beats you to the second, but you quickly follow, giggling. Your face involuntarily scrunches up as the offensive flavor of pure vodka hits your tongue. She leans in close to your ear and says in a low, mischievous voice “Let’s go have some fun.” and at that you both disappear into the crowd.
You’re not sure how much time has passed at this point. Apparently enough time for sweat to start to perspire on your skin, the warmth of bodies writhing together causing the temperature to rise throughout the night. A slight dizziness causes your vision to soften, the figures of people around you blurring together. Dancing had become easier and easier as your body relaxed from the alcohol flooding through your veins, the music leading your body movements. You had realized at some point you must have lost Dina, you pause your dancing and make your way to the booths. You spot her in between a man and women, clearly flirting with both of them, with her hands on each of their thighs, laughing comfortably with one another. It was clear she was going home with both of them tonight. Fucking impressive. And annoying.
It’s probably been years since you flirted with someone like that, at a certain point you gave up, letting other people approach you. It never ended in anything though. You envied Dina in her ability to execute that kind of thing.
You walk up, hesitantly interrupting. She spots you and pauses her heavy petting on her new friends. “Oh shit, I forgot I don’t have to-”
You hold up your hand and smile “Don’t worry about it, I’m having fun. Just text me later.” you wink and she smiles and nods. You walk over to the bar for your last drink of the night and to close your tab. You look around as you wait for your drink, scanning the VIP section for any familiar faces. Unsurprisingly you spot one of your father’s associates Ms. Anderson. She was here pretty regularly and maybe that’s why you were also here pretty regularly. There was an unspoken, forbidden attraction between you two. Stolen glances and tense conversations made it obvious it was mutual. It was also obvious that nothing could happen besides the occasional sexually charged staring contest, your father might murder her–in a more literal sense than most dads would murder their daughters' lovers. So you resorted to touching yourselves with each other’s names on the tip of your tongues, fingers teasing the ache that grew between your legs at the thought of the other.
She was wearing her usual suit minus a tie. Her white shirt was mostly unbuttoned, giving her a more casual, careless look. She sat with her legs spread, arms carelessly strung along the back of the couch she was sitting in, a glass of neat whiskey in her large hand. A woman sat next to her–well practically on top of her– in a scantily clad outfit, Ms. Anderson hardly made an effort to look at her eyes. She was surrounded by multiple men, clearly negotiating something, barely paying attention to them. And yet despite her disinterest in their words you could sense the respect that was held towards the blonde woman. They didn’t care that she wasn’t intently listening, they were grateful to even be heard at all. You could tell they must be low in the ranks, especially considering Ms. Anderson’s bored expression as they spoke to her. She caught you staring at her and her bored expression turned into a devilish smirk, her eyes meeting with yours. You look away embarrassed and pray your drink comes sooner rather than later. After a few minutes the bartender sets it down in front of you, you grab your drink off the counter gulping the whole thing down in a few sips. You step into the mass of bodies dancing to the loud music and begin moving in sync with the warm figures. Soon your vision turns concerningly blurry, you immediately try to stumble towards the bar, your legs starting to fail you. You were unfortunately familiar with what was happening which only made you panic all the more, trying to fight through the tiredness that is taking over your body. In a last ditch attempt you lug your failing body towards Ms. Anderson, praying to a god you didn’t believe in that someone noticed.
You hadn’t spotted Ms. Anderson earlier, but she noticed you. She had been watching you all night, specifically taking note of the way your body guards were distanced from you. She watched the bartender make your drink. Right as she watched him slip some sort of powder into it she left in the middle of her conversation. It didn’t matter at that point, all that mattered was getting to you before he did. She nodded at her bodyguards whispering in each of their ears what to do. One went with Abby to help you while the other went to grab the bartender.
Abby bent down underneath you to support you under your shoulder and you felt dread fill your body as she grabbed you, not recognizing who it was. You manage to loll your head to the side and see her face, your panic subsides and you begin to give in to the drug. As your body grows heavier Abby picks you up in the air bridal style, initially she didn’t want to cause a scene, but now it would be impossible to get you out of here any other way. You feel her warmth radiate through her shirt and your head leans against her strong chest as your vision slowly fades to black.
You startle awake, panicking as you realize you're sitting up in someone’s car. Adrenaline takes over as your breathing quickens and your heart rate picks up. You take in your surroundings, lights blur together as you look out the window, desperately trying to discern your location. When you look to your left your breathing immediately slows, remembering you were rescued by Ms. Anderson before you collapsed in the middle of the club. She looks over at you, slightly surprised by your wide panicked eyes being open, she expected you to sleep through the night given the amount of drugs that must be swirling around in your system. You were obviously quite the stubborn girl.
You begin to say something before the blonde cuts you off, “I found your phone and texted Dina and your father already. Your Father thinks you're staying over at Dina’s and Dina knows you’re safe and with me.” She immediately reassures you, somehow knowing exactly why you shot awake in the midst of a drug induced haze. You nod and relax, letting her take control of your fate. “I’m taking you back to my place, you need someone to make sure you stay breathing through the night.” You watch as her bloodstained knuckles harshly grip the steering wheel. What you didn’t know is Abby had laid you in the car, leaving you with one of her bodyguards before tending to the bartender herself. She made quick work of him, swiftly cutting off limb after limb as she gathered information. Abby was surprised at how quickly her rage consumed her, not realizing how protective she was of you. She snickered at him as he screamed and begged for his life. All she could see as she disassembled the poor excuse for a man was your weak body crumpling to the floor in front of her. She found out he was taking out a sort of hit on you. Trying to hurt your father by hurting you, she learned the name of his boss and sent the information to your father to have it taken care of. Of course she didn’t mention it was you who he tried to kidnap and do who knows what with, she only mentioned it was one of the daughters of someone in the inner circle.
He didn’t usually ask questions anyways, your father delighted in ridding this world of men who liked to hurt women. The things your father did were dark, but he never ever fucked with women, it was an unspoken rule in the Organization, one that Abby greatly appreciated and respected as well as you. You didn’t like what your father was involved in, but the thought that he had some sense of morals helped you sleep a little better at night.
You allow your eyes to close once again as Ms. Anderson drives you to her apartment. You float in and out of consciousness as she picks you up out of the car and carries you inside. You can sense the changes in lighting from behind your eyelids, you use sounds to estimate where you might be. Soon keys jingle and a door is opened. Muffled voices surround you and you are handed over to someone else's arms. You feel your dress being gently peeled from your body and you whimper, barely fighting for your dignity. A soft feminine voice hushes you and upon realizing it was a woman you return to your half conscious state. You are placed down onto cold porcelain and you shiver before warm water runs over your body. It felt heavenly, the water massaging your skin warming you from the outside in. You finally fall completely unconscious feeling a sense of security washing over you as the water did.
You blink open your eyes slowly, bright light penetrating your vision. You have to squint for a moment until your eyes adjust to your surroundings. You’re laying in an incredibly comfortable bed with soft white sheets and a puffy white comforter. Your dress has been replaced by an incredibly oversized matching set of pajamas. You tentatively lift up the hem of your pants and… yup this wasn't even your underwear. God how fucking humiliating. The room is large with tall ceilings and light gray walls. Bright morning light floods in from a giant window overlooking the city. A green couch faces a large TV suspended on the wall above a fireplace. To your left is a nightstand with a tall glass of water and ibuprofen. Upon seeing the glass of water you feel your tongue sticking to the inside of your mouth, your throat so dry you could barely swallow. You gulp down the water along with the pain meds greedily. Upon a second glance you realize the room has no personality, almost like a hotel room or a guest room. It didn’t seem like someplace one would sleep every night. You hear the doorknob being slowly twisted before the door opens revealing Ms. Anderson. She commanded so much space with her presence in her perfectly fitted and pressed suits complete with a tie and matching pocket square. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect, neat braid, little pieces of hair framing her face. Her strong arms and broad shoulders made her posture appear so confident she almost seemed unapproachable. Upon seeing you awake she smiles “Morning.” She says as she makes her way towards you.
“Morning.” Your voice was still heavy with sleep.
“How are you feeling?” She asks as she sits on the edge of the bed by your feet.
“Pretty good all things considered.” You manage a dry laugh.
“I would start scolding you about the proximity of your body guards, but I feel like I should let you wake up a little first.” She watches as you poorly attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning a little as you do.
“No, no you’re definitely right, learned my lesson.” You pause for a moment as you remember the question that was lurking in the back of your mind since you woke up. Should you even ask?
“My clothes…” You start to say, not exactly sure how to approach this conversation.
“Oh yeah,” Ms. Anderson blushes a bit “One of my maids, Clara, she was the one who changed you and stuff, I-I didn’t um-” Jesus Christ you managed to fluster this 30 something year old woman, reducing her to an incoherent mumbling mess. “Your dress is over there.” She points to the nightstand. “I would have had it washed, but I wasn’t sure if there was a special way you liked it done or something. Wouldn’t want to ruin it since it looked so good on you.” She smirks and now you’re the one blushing.
“Th-thank you, I appreciate not having to sleep in that.” You look at her through your lashes, a flirtatious smirk pulling at your lips. You and Abby get lost in one of your staring contests gazing at each other as a silence falls over the both of you.
Abby is the one to snap out of it, “Oh-uh I should get going I’m going to be late. I arranged a ride home for you. My driver is waiting at the front.” She gets up fiddling with her shirt cuffs as she starts walking out of the room. “And if you want to talk about what happened with someone, just let me know. I’m a good listener.” She smiles for a moment before it falls into a frown. “I wish I didn’t have to leave. I feel like a dick, but I swear I have an important meeting, I-”
“It’s ok,” You smile, cutting her off before she continues apologizing. “I have Dina to talk to. Go to your meeting, don't be late because of me.”
“Ok I’ll see you soon.” She smiles and stares at you for just a moment too long before leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Holy shit what a night.
As soon as you get home you have a debrief with Dina over the phone, ranting to her about the whole thing. It starts out lighthearted as you and your best friend over-analyze every one of Ms. Andersons’ actions, feeding into your crush on her. Dina makes sure to throw in an occasional “She’s literally in love with you” and “You have to make a move on her or something she wants you”. You laugh her off, but you secretly enjoy her feeding into your delusions. The discussion inevitably turns into a bit of a therapy session. You can’t stop the tears slipping from your eyes as you realize that a simple night out can so easily turn deadly for you. Being a normal woman in her 20s able to party and go out to clubs was so far out of your grasp. You almost died last night and it wasn’t even that rattling, you constantly end up as a damsel in distress despite your best efforts. You knew how to fight well, knew how to use a gun and knives, and yet it was never enough.
Dina tells you about her night in excruciating detail, but you liked to live vicariously through her. Her descriptions of her experiences made you feel a little more informed and a little less like an innocent virgin. She never made you feel lesser than her for your lack of experience though, she rarely even talked about your lack of experience. She was a good friend like that: smart, but didn’t make you feel dumb, beautiful without making you feel like shit, she always made sure you knew you were her equal.
For the rest of the day you allow yourself to mope in your room and recover from the toll the previous night took on your body and mind. You daydream about Ms. Anderson and her strong arms, imagining how she could use them to pin you down as she did whatever she wanted to you. You wonder if she might use her tie to restrain you as she fucked you dumb with her strap, or teasing you with a vibrator until you were begging her to let you come, completely at her mercy.
Unbeknownst to you Abby had come to your apartment to check on you. When you didn’t answer the door she assumed you were asleep and used the spare she asked for from your bodyguard last night. She had debated bringing you back to your own place, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to have you sleep in her bed. She felt gross using that situation as an excuse to be able to smell you on her sheets, but she was getting desperate. She was looking forward to coming home all day and fucking herself with her fingers whilst pressing her nose to the sheets. Ultimately she decided to visit you first, not being able to resist an excuse to see you.
She walks in and immediately notes the homey feeling that resonates throughout the large apartment. Colorful rugs, warm lighting and plants immediately make her feel at ease. It felt like you, it made sense. She envied the ability to capture personality through decorations.
Abby makes her way to what she assumes in your bedroom. As she gets closer she hears you whimpering, she peeks through the crack in the door worried you were having a nightmare or were in pain, but oh she was so delightfully wrong. She saw the beautiful sight of you squirming under your sheets, the soft buzz of a vibrator humming through the dark room. Your eyes were closed, head tilted back as you pressed the vibrator to your clit. Abby couldn’t look away, it felt so incredibly wrong and dirty but she could not bring herself to walk away. She watched as you spread your legs further apart, begging for more. Your whimpers morph into quiet moans as you turn up the setting and Abby is starting to feel an unbearable ache grow between her legs at the sight. You let out a quiet, whiney “Oh fuck” and Abby almost cums in her pants. You turn up the setting even further and Abby can’t help but wonder how much you could take, imagining overstimulating you to the point of tears. She absent mindedly allows her hand to cup her cunt as she continues observing you. Suddenly she hears you whimper Ms. Anderson please, and she is immediately grounded. She rushes out of the apartment, quietly closing the door behind her. She gets home and locks herself in her room, stuffing her fingers into her dripping cunt and cumming over and over to the memory of your sweet voice calling her name.
The next time you see Ms. Anderson, you weren’t expecting her. You were at a dinner with all the men from the inner circle and their daughters. Abby was the only woman and didn’t have children, so naturally you had assumed she wouldn’t be there. But here she sat, listening intently as one of the men told a story about some deal gone wrong. She was across from you, and she was just so captivating to look at. Her usual suit was swapped for a white button down, dark gray vest and black tie. Her muscular arms strained against the fabric, making you practically drool. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows perfectly displaying her forearms. You let your eyes follow the veins from under her sleeves to her hands, trying to memorize the way her hands looked as they rested on the table. She hadn’t caught you staring yet, so you decided to be bold, sliding your foot under her pant leg. She didn’t move. You start to move it up, higher, higher, until Abby subtly shakes you off. You accept the rejection, feeling slightly embarrassed until she moves her foot to touch yours. She slowly slides it up and down your bare leg, still refusing to stray her attention away from her current conversation. You shake her off and kick her lightly under the table before getting up and heading to the restroom. She finally averts her gaze to look at you as you get up.
As you walk to the bathroom you silently hope she understood your invitation. To be honest you really didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, all you knew is the tension between you has grown to an almost unbearable point and you were tired of waiting and yearning. You walk into the ladies room, purposefully not locking the door behind you. You face the mirror and begin to fix your makeup, fixing any smeared mascara or eyeliner. You lightly wet your hair trying to tame any fly-aways. Just as you begin to give up waiting the door opens. You turn around, back to the sink, and face the door. It could have been anyone, but thank fuck it was her. She has a slightly frustrated expression on her face as she looks at you. She closes the door behind her, locks it and turns to face you. She leaves mere inches between you two despite the ample space in the bathroom. She looks down at you for a moment, her size was even more staggering when you were this close. You feel a sort of powerlessness, but it wasn’t a negative feeling, it was thrilling. Ms. Anderson gently grips your chin between her thumb and index finger and forces you to look up at her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing princess?” She asks in a low, hushed tone. You can’t answer, all you can manage to do is look up at her as a smirk appears on her face. “You really have no idea how tempting you are with your little dresses and this little innocent girl act.” She inches closer to you, her lips centimeters from yours. “I’m not even sure it’s an act.” She laughs, “and on top of it all I’m not allowed to have you,” She uses her other hand to caress the side of your thigh and you let out a small gasp at the feeling on her hand touching your bare skin. “To be honest that just makes me want you more.” She uses her grip on your thigh to lift your leg up, hooking it around her waist. Your back is pressed into the sink, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain, her body pressed against yours. She still hasn’t moved any closer, her lips barely grazing yours. You can feel every breath and word she utters from her lips on yours. Neither of you dare move, scared to shatter the moment that each of you have been craving for so long.
“Ms. Anderson?” you breathe out, the words fanning onto her soft lips. Abby sighs at the sound of her name coming from your mouth.
“Fuck it.” She kisses you. Perfectly.
It’s not too soft, not too hard, it was just what you needed. She was so soft and warm, you couldn’t help but melt into her strong body. You whimper softly and she deepens the kiss, her tongue teasing your mouth open. Her grip on your thigh tightens a bit at each little sound you make. Her hand moves from your chin to your jaw, her grip is so, so gentle, like she’s scared to break you. You move one of your hands from the sink and press it against her chest, trying to keep yourself steady.
Abby is the first one to break away, even though it’s the last thing she wants to do. “W-we can’t do this here.”
You look at her, desperation taking over every fiber of your being “Please Miss, I can’t-”
Abby sighs “Just wait until the end of dinner, go home- I won't be far behind you- and I'll meet you there. Sound good?” You nod eagerly “Words princess.”
“Yes, sounds really good.” Abby smiles and peels herself away from you. She smoothes out her clothes before heading for the door.
“See you soon, princess.” She says before slipping out the door and heading back to dinner like nothing happened.
lmk what y'all think! reposts and notes always appreciated 💕💕💕
#abby x you#abby anderson#abby tlou#abby anderson smut#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#abby the last of us#the last of us 2#mafia! abby#the last of us
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So y’all fw Mr. Puzzles hcs?
Cause I got some :]
So canonically, based off the emerging movements he makes going from tv mode to ‘normal’ mode and the appearance of his arms/legs, there isn’t much of Puzzles that’s human anymore. The closest things he may have left is his heart and lungs (since he smokes, but that’s also a stretch).
While I prefer the idea thar he smokes, I like to think that he only holds the cigarette and pretends to smoke with a small smoke machine in the back, since the cig isn’t actually lit in the scene (not on purpose, of course).
As a kid, he was inspired to smoke from the old cigarette ads in cartoons (like the Flintstones Winston commercial).
He loves cooking shows and remaking the recipes, but he can’t eat. For a relationship hc (platonic or romantic), he’d probably love making food for you and get feedback on his cooking (eg, more spices, cook more/less, different recommendations). And compliments, of course. Always gotta compliment the chef, after all.
Body-wise (and this one might be kinda gross cause of minor body horror so skip if not comfortable), since we’ve established that there isn’t anything organic anymore about his body, he probably looks like a wire version of muscle anatomy. He’s very self-conscious about this, and tries to hide it the best of his abilities (long clothes, wrapping his arms to keep his shirt in place, the gloves). To add, his brain is probably a unique motherboard with wires surrounding it like a brain.
He sees and hears through the antennas, and makes sure to keep then aligned as much as possible. If one of them is slightly bent out of their usual shape, things look and sound very broken, like your vision going in and out. To add, the top dial changes the channel from his expressions to a specific show, and the lower dial adjusts his volume.
Technically canon but he has heterochromia! His right eye is dark brownish and his left is light blue. (He has homophobia in his eyes 😔 /j /ref)
We already know he stims lets bffr.
My friend’s hc: His angry/scary/humanoid face is parts of his original face, as well as the face that glitches during the movie’s end (I stg I know where that face is from. I wanna say Jack Stauber but I know it’s some kind of claymation. Speaking of Jack Stauber, Mr. Puzzles kinda gives Mirror Man vibes, y’know?).
Since he’s not as human anymore, he doesn’t get sick normally. However, he can get versions of illnesses through similar methods. He can overheat and power off on hot days, and he’s probably not great in rain. His signal also jams when it rains, so he’d constantly be bumping into stuff and wouldn’t be able to control the channels properly (I say control the channels cause idk what else to call it but that thing he does in the movie where he runs all the channels in his head and stuff. His head’s still a fully functional tv after all). If he’s shocked with lighting or smth, he’ll lose his signal, which is his equivalent of going into a coma.
Speaking of rain, he’ll try his best to be on top of the weather and carry an umbrella. However, if he doesn’t have actors for the weather channel and is preoccupied with other projects, he’ll be stuck at the studio waiting out the storm. Relationship hcs for this can be rlly funny. You’d catch him all bitter about the sudden rain as he stands by the door waiting for a cab or smth. If you pull out an umbrella, he’s turn into an absolute drama queen. “Oh, it’s such a TRAVESTY! This HORRIBLE rain just WON’T lighten up! Oh, if only there was someone so kind and caring who’d share their umbrella with me!” You could a) not share the umbrella and receive an even more bitter Puzzles, b) insist on holding the umbrella and have him walk with you awkwardly, or c) give him the umbrella but he holds it so high that you still get wet.
Despite his hatred for the rain, it’s one of the few things he can still enjoy about his humanity. Being a bunch of wires and other tech, he can’t feel anything, just being numb, minus a light electrical pulse, similar to a heart beat. He can’t feel specific textures but can grab and roughly identify objects. However, he can feel the rain and how different it is from other things, and it reconnects him with the real world. For any Steven Universe fans, it’s like Peridot stepping out into the rain for the first time, but more somber.
If he’s out in the rain one day, he’s sick the next. When he sneezes, his screen goes static-y for the moment.
When he sleeps, he has a black screen with the small “sleep mode” pop-up in the corner. He’s also a very light sleeper.
When he zones out, it’s the Puzzlevision logo bouncing across the screen as a screen-saver.
Aight that’s all I got right now. If this does well I’ll post some more!
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[ID: two black and white digital drawings of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives. Jon is depicted as a short, thin, British-Pakistani man with dark, scar-covered skin. He has long greying hair and a short beard. Martin is depicted as a tall, fat, Vietnamese-Polish man with freckles and a medium skin tone. He has short dark hair and patchy stubble.
In the first drawing, they kneel on a nondescript surface, and Martin has both arms wrapped around Jon, gathering him close. Martin’s expression is content and slightly determined as he presses a kiss to the back of Jon’s neck. Jon looks somewhat overwhelmed, as if he is so pleased that he almost can’t stand it, his eyebrows looking distressed even as he smiles slightly. He grips his own shoulder with one hand, and the other has fallen limply into his lap.
In the second drawing, Martin is shown from the shoulders up, presumably seated, and Jon bends down from behind to kiss Martin’s forehead. Martin’s eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open, and he blushes profusely as small exclamation points and a question mark float around his head. A book of John Keats poems is partially visible at the bottom of the frame, as if Martin was reading but the forehead kiss rendered him unable to hold up the book. End ID]
area man menaces boyfriend with endless affection, then gets utterly obliterated by one (1) forehead kiss
More kissing/touch prompts!! @roatmeal suggested a forehead kiss, anon suggested Martin hugging Jon while kissing the back of his neck, and the galaxy-brained @babyyodablackwood suggested Martin being overwhelmed by small displays of affection 😭😭😭 my king WILL learn to be loved i stg
#tma#the magnus archives#jonmartin#jmart#tma fanart#the magnus archives fanart#the magnus pod#magpod#jonathan sims#the archivist#martin k blackwood#Martin blackwood#seriously you may think this is an excessive number of tags but. tumblr has suggested all of these to me#teaholding#is that a popular one#idk anymore <3
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Peter Parker praising fem reader over every single thing until she snaps n they get down n dirty 😈😋
Peter Parker x Reader + Praise Kink- Dinner Reservations
Kinktober Masterlist
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AN: Hey! So sorry this took so long to get out. Fucking love this request and all the other dirty slutty requests I’ve gotten so far! This is not edited, I honestly just wanted to start getting some content pumped out. Hope this met your expectations! I let a good chunk of my impulsive thoughts win ngl. Warnings: SMUT BRO DO NOT FLAG I STG, Praise kink to the MAX, blowjob, doggy style, readers a lil bratty. Peter Parkers sexy and I can’t take Kinktober warnings seriously. It’s kinktober. Don’t flag me otherwise I’ll delete my account and yeet my tablet. <3
Peter hadn’t let up all day- the subtle teasing, touching, and…praising. It seemed like everything you did he managed to find a way to slip in a few small words of praise. Cooking breakfast was followed by a “Looks amazing darling, you did such a good job,” while Peter softly grabbed your hips and pressed a few kisses to your neck. Redoing the living room? Yep, that was followed by a “It looks so good in here, I love the new Halloween decorations. You’re doing so good baby, keep it up.” Peter would praise with a massive smirk.
Your head was spinning now as you got ready for dinner. “Such a pretty girl…” Peter whispers into your neck as he places a few delicate kisses to your skin. It felt like everything came to a halt in that moment, something in you just…snapped. Turning to Peter you thrust yourself towards him, your lips hungrily pressing against his while your hands grip the nice fabric of his suit. Your legs push you forward towards the bed, making Peter stumble backwards as he attempts to follow your movement. “Y/N we have dinner res-“ he begins before you cut him off with a sharp-
“Fuck your dinner reservations Parker.” His legs hit the edge of the bed leaving him no choice but to sit down as you straddle him. Your mouth moves against his while your hands begin to work on shedding his jacket. Peters attempts to pry you off are futile the moment you’re unbuckling his belt. “All day Peter…you’ve been…ugh!” You huff out, now trying to unbutton his shirt.
Another smirk appears on Peters face as he realizes what he’d done. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases, allowing his shirt to fall on the floor next to his jacket. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” He insists with fake innocence.
Running your hands down his abs you look into his eyes with a deadly glare. “You’ve been fucking teasing me.” You try and scold.
“Tease? I haven’t done anything of the sort. I’ve just been telling you what a good girl you’ve been today.” His words were low and seductive as he leans forward to press more kisses down your exposed neck. His hands slowly reaching behind you to unzip your short black silk dress. The feeling of his cold hands on your now bare back made your jaw drop and your mind go fuzzy. You couldn’t help but lean towards him, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. “Oh, not so tough now pretty girl” He laughs while his hands snake under your thighs before flipping you over onto your back.
“Peter!” You gasp, coming out of your previous trance. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel him slowly pulling off your dress.
“Yes pretty girl?” He hums, his hands reaching down to unzip his pants. You gulp, realizing that you’re about to get your ass handed to you for making you both miss the dinner reservations Peter’s had for months. Peter stands in front of you, a smirk forming on his lips. “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.” He says lowly.
You oblige, quickly getting down and kneeling before him. “Such a good girl,” he praises as he strokes your hair. “Now, suck my cock darling.” Your eyes flicker upwards to look at him, before refocusing on his hands as he pulls his dick out for you. You watch as he strokes himself a few time before you take over. Your lips slowly wrap around the head of his cock while your hand grabs his base. Peter gently pushes your head down further, causing you to gag slightly. “Fuck, taking me so well..” he murmurs as you begin to bob your head on his shaft. As you continue to suck him off, you use your other hand to help jerk off what you can’t reach with your mouth. The sight cause Peter to let out a string of moans as he resists the urge to fuck your mouth.
“Mmm, doin so good for me..” Peter continues to praise, you look up ay him again through your lashes, loving the feeling of his cock down your throat. You let out a small moan as you attempt to take him further, spit running down your chin and all over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already..” He hisses, slowly easing your mouth off him. “Get on the bed, ass up.”
You don’t waste a moment getting on the bed and arching your back, spreading your legs slightly with your ass in the air. Your tits and face pressing into the sheet with your arms near your head. Peter stood near the edge of the bed, slapping your ass gently as he positions himself behind you. “God Y/N, so pretty for me. Being such a good girl tonight.” He moans as he pushes into you. A moan escapes your lips as you grip the bedsheets. Peter began thrusting into you slowly as his hands grip your hips. He lets out a few more moans as he picks up his pace, slamming into you full force. A small cry tumbles from your lips as your body rocks against his, you can’t help but wiggle your hips as he slams into your cunt.
“Look at you, taking my cock so fucking well. Is this what you wanted? Hm?” Peter asks, slowly gathering up your hair in his hands before giving it a tug.
Your head falls back as you let out a small whimper. “I- I” you stutter, barely able to hold a thought with the feeling of his cock being buried so deep in you.
“Be a good girl and answer me.” Peter snaps, tugging at your hair again.
“Yes!” You cry out as his hips snap into yours even harder. The feeling of being stretched out by his cock was becoming overwhelming as your body shook with pleasure. “Peter I’m so close..” you manage out before spiraling into a fit of desperate moans.
Peter let out a long moan, his thrusts only getting more intense as he watches his cock slip in and out of your dripping cunt. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock,” he urges. Another cry escapes your lips as you feel the coil inside you snap, pleasure rushing over your entire body causing your toes to curl. Peter lets out a ragged moan at the feeling of you convulsing around him. “Fuck..so pretty…so good…you’re doin so good…” he moans before releasing deep inside you.
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crappymixtape recos
going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿 FIND THE REST OF MY FIC RECS HERE -> IN THE TAGS EVERY MONTH
♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )
♥️ girl boy masterlist +18 – @atinylittlepain ( masterlist for the above series ft. steve harrington and andy – a series of fics about a boy falling hard for a girl • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, smut )
♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )
♥️ his hands +18 – @loveshotzz ( thinking about Steve flirting with you at a party by comparing hand sizes • steve harrington x reader )
♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )
♥️ freaks come out at night masterlist +18 – @superblysubpar ( an AU with stories exploring the messy relationship your boyfriend, eddie munson, and you invite steve harrington to be a part of • boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington )
♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )
♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )
♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )
♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )
♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )
♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )
♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )
#crappymixtaperecos#fanfic rec#fic rec#steve harrington fanfic#steve x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#steve stranger thigns#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steve x you#steve harrington x fem#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfiction#steddie fluff#steddie fandom#steve harrington smut
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Could I request a ghost x reader with their first time? Reader is nervous about it, and it's super romantic😭 I'd loveee to read something like this
God, I love this man I stg.
Paring: fem!reader x Simon
Warnings: 18 + MDNI loss of virginity, fingering, oral, praise kink, slight mention of a Dacryphilia kink. It's just basic sex but with Simon who is madly in love with you.
You’ve been with Simon for almost a year. It was difficult at first, he held a lot of trauma that obstructed his trust in anyone, but after Simon saw how patient and kind you were to his outburst and his ability to trust, he knew he found the right one. He never saw purpose in his life. He could die in action and no one would remember or care he thought, but now, he has a purpose and that’s to come home to you safe and injury free. You were giddy with excitement when Simon called saying he was on his way home. You tidied up the houseand you've also made the decision that tonight was the night. Your friend has taken you out to buy a few essentials for tonight. A blue lace lingerie set, his favorite color on you
You wore it under one of his long t-shirts as you cleaned up the kitchen. Nervous was an understatement. Sure you’ve seen it before when he changed in front of you or felt it when you cuddled into him, but now? It’s going into one of the most sacred places on your body.
You hear the door open and the nervousness goes away, now it's just the excitement to see him after a long month. You see him drop his gear on the ground then you run up to him and jump up into his arms, he is quick to catch you and he huffs as you giggle, “gonna knock me down, little girl.” You giggle again and tug up his mask to kiss him deeply. He tears it off completely and gladly excepts your kisses.
His hands lay on your bottom and he’s suspicious when he feels a thin layer of lace, you never wear lace, but he keeps these suspicions to himself, as hard as it makes him, he’s running on your time. Simon would do anything to make you happy. He hates seeing you frown or cry on his account.
“Missed you.” You finally say kissing his dirty cheek, “but you need a shower. You stink.” You say your nose crinkling.
He huffs out a laugh, “thanks love.” He says setting you down. He trails your body as you turn around and walk away, you have a pep to your step as you trail up the stairs to your shared room. He raises an eyebrow before following you up.
You lay on the made bed attempting to read a book as Simon strips out of his clothes, he watches you from the mirror at an angle you can’t see, but he sees you watching him. You trail the backside of his body, but Simon gets it now, you want something. He decided to remove his pants and not shut the door, and he stands from the side to pretend he was looking at the side of his arm, but you see it and as always it’s massive and beautiful.
You bite your lip suddenly nervous again before looking away to your book. You trail the same paragraph over again before you hear Simon finally step into the shower. You quickly remove your t-shirt and position yourself in a way you’d like him to find you. You wait for a moment and hear the shower stop.
He comes out of the bathroom and nearly chokes on his breath, “fuck, you trying to kill me, little girl.” He speaks. Desire pours off his lips when he speaks. His eyes darken as he looks up at your body, he can see your nipples through the lace, there hard and perky. “You’re a dream.” He says. The towel is still wrapped around him as he goes over the top of you and you giggle at his words. “Your sure?” He questions you.
You nodded, “I’m sure.” You say. You pull his face down to your lips by trapping his cheeks in your hands. The kiss is deep and passionate. His kisses leave lower to your cheeks then to your jaw then he starts to suck lightly on your neck making you moan out. “Such pretty noises, can’t wait to rip more out of you,” Simon says then going back to suck on your collarbone.
His hands trail up and down your sides, and you feel your face get hot, such simple touches making you burn. You’ve never been touched like this, “please Si,” you say.
You didn’t know what you were begging for, more of his touches you assumed, anything from him. “What? What would you like? You gotta tell me, this is at your pace.”
“I dunno, mouth?” You ask, shyly.
Simon scoots down a little. His face just above your sex, “yeah? I think I can do that.” He smirks.
He’s never seen you naked before, the most were in a bikini or your bra, and fuck he got hard from that. So when he pulls aside your lace underwear and reveals your sex to him he nearly loses it. “Fuck, can’t wait to eat this up.” He says.
His breath is warm on you and you moan out at the sensation. You can feel your pussy tighten up on nothing, “please Simon, please.” You beg.
He finally dives into you, giving you one long and strong lick from bottom to top, his tongue circling your clit. You push his head down on you more, closing your thighs around him. He uses both hands to push them back, spreading them even more, “think you can keep them open, or do I need to hold ‘em down?” Simon asks you.
“I can hold ‘em,” I think, you say. You want to to nothing more than to please him.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and your pussy once again tightens on nothing but his words. Simon notices, “someone likes being told how good they are don’t they?” Simon asks, he doesn’t wait for an answer when he goes back down on you. viciously licking and sucking leaving you no room to breathe at the pleasure. You arch your back and land both hands on his head, gripping his hair tightly as you began fucking yourself on his tongue without even realizing it. You are drunk on this pleasure you’ve never experienced before.
He holds you down and you whine but that whine quickly turns into a groan when you feel one finger go up your cunt. “Fuck!” You say. It feels foreign, nothing like this has ever been up there and it feels too good. Simon watches your face, making sure he doesn’t see any sign of discomfort before adding in a second finger. His fingers are big and they stretch you out comfortably.
“Gotta prepare this pussy, gonna ruin you. My sweet and innocent girl, fuck darling. Can’t get enough of you.” He says as you squeeze tightly around him, you feel a pit in your stomach, as if something was about to explode, he adds one more thick digit to you before the pleasure becomes too much. He fucks his fingers in you quickly and hard. You tighten more, his dick hardens up at the feeling, and he can’t wait to feel your walls around him. “Come on darling, you can come. Come, I know you can do it,” you finally let go and moan out and he sucks on your nub, wanting to taste you as you come.
When you finally come down from your high, he moves up to you, both hands on your cheeks as he softly caresses them with his thumb, “your beautiful,” he sighs with a smile, “I’m so lucky to have you.” He says more.
You smile up at him, “no, I’m so lucky to have you. Love you so much.” You say. He kisses your lips as you wrap your legs around him, slightly pulling down his towel with your heel. He doesn’t let up on kissing you but he does help you remove his towel and that’s when you feel his hard cock hit your thigh. You're nervous once again, he’s so big that your afraid it might just split you, but fuck does it excite you.
You reach down and grasp it with your hand, not knowing exactly what to do but you pump it the best you can, it’s slightly sticky from his precum, “so big,” you whisper to him and fuck does that boost his ego.
“Gonna stuff your cunt with it.” He says back. He moves back from you and removes your lace panties and top so you are completely nude with him. His hands play with your nipples lightly as you stare up at him with desire, “please. I want you. Want you to stuff me full.” You whimper.
He groans at your pretty words, he once again lays on top of you holding both cheeks, “it’s gonna hurt for a little, but it’ll feel so much better after a little.” He preps you. You nod as he positions his tip to your entrance, “just relax, I’ll go as slow as you need.” He reminds you. You nod and whisper an okay as he pushes in you slowly.
He was right it does hurt, the stretch stings. You squeeze your eyes shut as he goes a little more in. He stops for a moment to bring you back to him, “hey sweet girl, look at me.” He says, he wipes away a lone tear that slips from your closed eyes. You look up at him and you nod for him to keep going.
“You're doing so good, so proud of my little sweetheart.” He tells you as he pushes more of him in quicker.
“M’hurts,” you cry, but you know soon the pain will be worth it, the pleasure would come soon.
“I know, we’re nearly there,” he says kissing your face all over making you giggle slightly with the tears still streaming down as he pushes the rest of him in you. He completely bottoms out in you. He takes a good look at you. He’s never liked to see you cry but something about you crying over his cock turns him on even more, but for now, you were in actual pain so his goal was to give you pleasure, not see you cry.
“How are you feeling?” He asks you. You sit in silence as you squeeze around him making him groan at the feeling. Your warm walls were enough for him to lose it in you. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna lose my mind.” He says with a teasing tone.
“You can move, m’sorry.” You say with a frown, not realizing how much your tight cunt could torture him. You’ll have to use it to your advantage one day, but not now.
“Don’t be sorry,” he says as he slowly pumps into you. The pain soon fades away and the pleasure takes over, you close your eyes again and slightly arch your back but with the weight of Simon, it doesn’t happen much. You moan and pressed your cheek into his hand.
“So big Simon feels so good.” You moan out, your eyes opening up looking at him. “Faster please,” you beg.
And fuck, how in the world can he deny you that. His pace quickens, “you feel so good,” Simon moans, dipping his head into your neck and sucking around it leaving little purple marks on you. Your wrap your legs around his waist and hands around his neck pulling him closer and deeper. You can feel him hitting your cervix, fuck he’s so big, you think over and over.
Your walls tighten up around him again but this time it did not let go, you moan louder and louder eventually turning into screams as you muffle yourself in his shoulder, biting down on it, leaving a mark for sure. “I want to hear you, sweet girl, don’t want you to hide those sounds from me. You wanna come? Fuck-, I can feel you trying to milk me dry.” Simon says to you.
His words start to send you over the edge, “please, wanna come! Wanna come with you. Want you're come inside of me please Simon please!” You yell squeezing your eyes shut and he fucks into you harder and faster, your words are his motivation to come with you.
“Fuck darling, saying such dirty words, come on, come, I’m right with ya.” He says, as he finally let's go into you, you scream out his name as he fucks his load into you riding out your orgasm. Your panting, “look at me, love,” he says. He pulls you out of your daze and smiles at you lovingly, you're fucked out daze meeting his eyes. He pulls out of you slowly as you moan at the sensitive sensation.
He kisses your cheek as he goes to stand up but you grip his forearm, “just gonna clean you up, I’ll be right back.” You nod weakly and let him go. You are tired, fucked out. He comes back and rubs away his cum with a warm wet towel then tosses it to the side.
He pulls the covers over both of your naked bodies and pulls you close to him, “did I do okay? I didn’t do much for you.” You frown.
“Don’t worry about me, you felt so good. You did amazing,” Simon tells you kissing the top of your head as you curl up on your side into his chest. “I love you.” He tells you.
“I love you too Si,” you sleepily say.
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hello good day i hope you dont mind me asking but can you tell me some stories about ace and deuce? i am trying to shift to twst and need some motivation :) but only if you want to i dont want to bother you or anything
Sure! Remember this is an actual college and everyone is of adult age in my DR
Another disclaimer the main story happens so fucking fast and in quick succession that most of these are just from that.
Let me tell you about the first time I met Ace first cuz this bitch tried to pull that bs that he did in the game where he was like “being nice” but he was actually being a dick.
I’m just trying to do my job(I actually like cleaning) and get a handle on Grim’s ridiculous ass and this man starts explaining the 7 and I’m like “nah I know who they are. They’re a little different where I come from” I explain their villainy and I had this man fighting for his life defending the seven it was hilarious. I had Grim by the scruff so he didn’t run but then ace started disrespecting my boy and calling him a weasel and at that point I was like “fuck you” and let Grim have at him. I said no fire and this damn cat throws fire at him anyway. Smh burnt the statue then Crowley’s bitch ass comes in
“Control your familiar” HES NOT MY FAMILIAR HOE
Then he wanted to ask what happened, I explained, Ace called me a narc I called him a dumb bitch and let him know that this wouldn’t have happened if he had just idk controlled himself and not have tried to bully me. I don’t fuck with bullies like that and I’ll beat your ass. Nah the way this man was side eyeing tf out of me everytime he caught sight of me is CRAZY LMFAO classes end and this man tries to ditch his punishment then Grim runs off to try and ditch our job after we find Ace. I can’t fucking stand penis havers I stg because wtf was that bro.
Then this bitch tries to get a bribe out of me BITCH IF YOU DONT HELP ME CATCH HIM WELL BOTH BE KICKED OUT .
After I said that all of a sudden he wanted to move. That’s right bitch. Haul ass NYOW. Nah and then Ace slams right into Deuce and one thing led to another and now the chandler is shattered. This mf and his god damn cauldrons. Crowley comes, threatens us they beg for their spot and I’m prepping to remind him that I’m going to the proper authorities and telling them he snatched me tf up out another universe and he’s like “well get the magestone and you can stay.”
I hate him so much. Nah and the whole way to the cave was just ugly looks and silence you could cut with a knife. Then when we get there and get in the cave Deuce was bitching Ace out and tried to drag me into it so I chimed in that I was just trying to do my job and Ace started being a cunt. Deuce looked so pissed and shrieked at him that
“YOU MEAN IM ABOUG TO BE SUSPENDED BECAUSE YOU COULDNT JUST LEAVE HER ALONE????”
Lmfao then the monster comes and we run. We ended up using the same plan as the one from the game and we were so giddy on the way back. Nothing like killing an overblot creature and stealing its shiny magic rock to bring a group together right? lol
We show it to Crowley get dismissed back to our dorms and I get woken up by a knock on my door. Who is it other than Ace. Now I knew this would happen and he’d show up but I was still annoyed.
My PJs consist of underwear and the hoodie I got there in when he shows up. Now this is important cuz that’s what I was wearing when I answered the door cuz I wasn’t expecting him to just barge his big ass through the door before I even told him he could. He explained ever that happened with Riddle and I told him he was stupid cuz who tf eats someone else’s food in the dorm before asking bro. Fucking moron. He has this adorable ass pout I just wanna boop him sometimes lol nah but I let him stay.
Tell me why this slut really looked me up and down, smirks and said “wow, you sure got comfortable, we sharing a bed?”
Bro I was disgusted I said “and that’s why you’re sleeping on the couch.” Threw him a blanket and pillow and took my ass back to bed lmfaooo.
During the Halloween stuff those two kept trying to scare me lol it was really funny tbh. I’m not at all difficult to scare but if I hear you coming or I know you’re trying to to scare me it just doesn’t work and they talk a LOT and are loud lol.
Deuce comes to me if he needs some help with his classes but only occasionally unfortunately.
I also had to have the “not all eggs turn into chickens” conversation with him and I think he’s still confused. He’s stupid but I still love him 😭
Alright that’s all I got for now. There’s more but I’m tired. I just got home from a funeral. Love y’all just ask if you want more 💖
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Okay I did it Here are my notes for the tandem read:
Tandem Read
Empire of Storms:
Manon’s crown helmet sounds really cool
These mother fuckers don’t wanna recognize her as queen!?!? She literally can and will protect you from EVERYTHING. I hate men lol
No they cannot kill Asterin. It’s too early in the book I can’t take that
The way she burned that soldier from the inside out with just one little blow of breath was so cool
Omg Manon attacking her grandma!!!
I cannot belief Rowan told Gavriel about Aedion like that!!!! There were much more sensitive ways he coulda said that shit
So Aedion meeting his dad went well😂 “I didn’t expect to say any of that” lol Aedion and Aelin are really the same person huh
Okay Manon and Dorian is way hotter than Aelin and Rowan I don’t even care. Fight me.
Also I feel like if Aedion and Lysandra got more attention they could’ve been *chefs kiss but we get Elide and Lorcan instead. Don’t get me wrong there okay but I think would’ve preferred more focus on Aedion and Lysandra….
Okay I lied about that^
The liken?? Crazy! Aelins power goes stupid hard! I love how SJM describes her power and how she burrows down into it!!
Ansel is back and remind me why we trust her. She’s a known traitor…..
Excuse me??? Dorian or Aelin have to give their life!?!? No. NO!!!! IF SJM KILLS DORIAN!!!!!!!!!
THAT FUCKING BITCH MAEVE!! THEYRE MATES!! I knew it! I didn’t know how but I knew it! This also only gives me more hope for Azriel and Elaine in ACOTAR.
They’re married 😭😭
Tower of Dawn:
So Chaol is acting a little ableist and I low key hopes he learns to be a warrior from a wheelchair. I don’t see that happening but…..
So he’s gonna walk but what are the dynamics here I’m confused
The healer from the womb being found dead in the library is low key scary. I’m glad I didn’t read that at night hahaha
I stand by my statement from the last book that I don’t like Chaol and Nesryn together. They don’t spark anything in me but Nesry and Sartaq, Chaol and Yrene?? Now that intrigues me.
The acolytes gushing over Chaol, CUUUUUTEEE!!!
Him telling Yrene, ‘I didn’t want you to show them’ made me tear up
Ooooooo laying in that bed with her made his toes curl, me too Chaol
Damn Nesryns note was kinda cold. Her and Sartaq are kinda cute though. And like it do be an adventure lol
Chaol and Yrene one a date 🥹🫠
I don’t care about Nesryn lol. Hope she gets the bird people to fight in the war but 🥱
CHAOL IS WALKING my heart is soaring!! I loved everything about that. Yrene tugging him into a corner to make out! Yes!!!! She better get some dick on her birthday! That better be Chaols gift
Okay so the locket was precious but the birthday sex was better hahaha
When is Yrene gone meet Aelin!?!?
Omg SARTAQ!!! I fucking hate spiders wtf
MAEVE IS QUEEN OF THE VALG!?!? WHATTTTT???
Does Rowan know?? How could he not?
Yrene said “I thought the sex was good before but now that he’s fully healed !!!!” Good for you sis
It’s wife right. Her place is his wife. I stg
So while all his friends are facing war and death, Chaols falling in love and getting sloppy toppy lol good for him
Duva is the valg??? Didn’t see that coming
NOOOO CHAOLS BACK! My man got to walk fully healed for like a day! He only ran once
Aww him and Yrene are bonded like Rhys and Feyre!
Sartaq!!!! Omg Nesryn and Sartaq! That was so hot “never from you” 🫠
Chaol and Yrene are married 😭LADY WESTFALL 10/10
Unpopular opinion: tower of Dawn might be my favorite book in the series lol
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live reactions to house of the dragon season 2, episode 3
this is still for my own amusement, but as always, I’m open to polite discussion🖤
spoilers below the cut
Still loving this new intro, is it just me, or is it changing with each episode? it’s definitely changing, right?
Ooooooo we’re getting right into the Bracken and Blackwoods, let’s freaking go! 👏🏻
Lmao, everyone calling Rhaenyra a kinslayer, conveniently forgetting Aemond threw the first stone with Luke
Blackwoods standing on business, as usual 💅
Wait that transition was💀 We’re not even into the thick of the war yet, and look at the cost…
Rhaenyra “I cannot fault him for keeping his oath” you’re too good for this world ma’am
Rhaenys spitting stone cold facts. And so poetically too.
This might be a hot take, but I don’t feel like Rhaenys suggesting Rhaenyra make another attempt at peace with Alicent would be a weak move. She’s right on the money with suggesting they’re both largely backed into their respective corners by the men who surround them. One last attempt at peace, woman to woman, is not a sign of weakness (in my opinion at least).
Crispy Cole having imposter syndrome already?!💀👀
this man has the balls to abandon his duty to canoodle with the dowager queen, but can’t take the position of Hand in stride with a bit more confidence?
Lmao, Aegon’s own council doubting him and Cole already😂😂😂
Daeron mentioned again, I want to see the Blue Queen let’s go 🤞🏻
Aemond holding onto that same coin, interesting…
Cole really having a chuckle at Ser Arryk’s death as though he did not single handedly sentence him to that death. And a few people are still disputing that this guy has to be one of the worst ever in Westeros?
I’m pretty sure Aemond’s trying to bait Aegon here, plant some doubt in his head about his suitability to actual fighting in the war🤔
Mysaria, the voice of the small folk
Does this mean Laenor’s dead? And it was recent? I can’t help but think Seasmoke at least would have tried to follow him years ago when he left… and if he’s just recently become restless, what changed?
I understand why Rhaenyra is asking what she is of Rhaena, and I don’t think she’s doing it to hurt Rhaena at all. But Rhaena, that poor girl🥲 she needs to have her moment, even if it’ll take a few episodes or longer. Not to prove her worth to others, but to herself.
Also, definitely getting Daemon vibes from her, in terms of wanting to prove herself
HARRENHAL, here we go! 👻
I know this is supposed to be serious and hall because Harrenhal is haunted, but Daemon sneaking around Scooby Doo style waiting for something to come at him is so unintentionally funny to me
Speaking of Scooby Doo, not the bat flyby😂
Also, Daemon’s armor is sickkk.
Wonder if Daemon ever thought, “This is where Rhaenyra’s last serious lover died. So wtf am I doing here?!👀”😂😂😂
Daemon “knock out guard first, ask questions later” Targaryen
“I’m claiming Harrenhal.” (Tywin Lannister voice): “Any man who has to say he claims a castle did not truly claim the castle at all”
It was so anticlimactic too😂 you will not convince me that the writers don’t know what they’re doing, rightfully throwing in these sort of bits to diffuse the tension
Alys Rivers, that you?!?!?!👀
Simon Strong disowning Larys😂 we love to see it.
Sin begets sin begets sin. This line has no right to go so hard-
“The throne?”
“It’s a big chair, made of swords.”
Music this season is (not surprisingly) serving as always
Do you think Ser Gwayne has his suspicions about Criston and Alicent yet?🤔
This man is so bold, I stg- if you’re that bold, Ser Crispy, why don’t you show Aemond what you just received from his mother? Or better yet, Aegon?
It’s kind of ironic, how Cole has probably deluded himself to thinking he finally has this great courtly and noble love with the widowed queen- all without seeing the hypocrisy of it all.
Rhaenyra needs to set these men straight. I cannot believe how quick they are to suggest she go into hiding. She’s already made plans to send her most vulnerable children away to safety. You cannot convince me that, were she a man, her councilors would not even dare to make this suggestion to her.
Rhaenys steadfast support of Rhaenyra is going to make the inevitable hurt that just more.
Rhaenys suggesting Rhaena become the heir to Driftmark?👀 I like the idea tbh
This is the last time we see them have a one on one conversation, isn’t it?🫥
Chillllllllllls with the dragon eggs. Morning is coming.
Joffrey😓 and Viserys and Aegon.
Helaena trying to rationalize her son’s death.😭 And still acknowledging the small folk…
Also, poor Helaena forgiving her mother🥲 she’s a better woman than me, because I could never.
Larys, the pot stirrer. I swear this man’s only motivation in life is chaos.
But I do have to wonder, is his allegiance really to Aegon, or is it some backwards attempt to keep Aegon safe to garner Alicent’s favor still?
Her name is escaping me rn, but not the poor girl who Aegon assaulted STILL being assaulted by men at her new job😭
I get the desire to make the connection with the audience that Ulf has to Targaryens, but of alll the people the writers could have chosen from, choosing Viserys and Daemon’s father doesn’t sit well with me. Not saying it is impossible, but from what we know of Baelon and Alyssa’s relationship, it just doesn’t seem super likely he’d have a lot of bastards running around out there.
Ulf, already showing his turncoat ways🫢
Oh Lordy, that’s a bit graphic
Aegon, still being a terrible bully to his younger brother. Great to see how little his truly changed over the years.
Oh Lordy, the Aemond girlies are going to go absolutely feral after this scene———
Daemon might have been the one to call him Ser Crispin, but his daughter is about to make the name become a reality 😂👏🏻
Just the foreshadowing of Rook’s Rest is already too much for me personally🥲
Here we go, more mystery solving antics from detective Daemon…
🫨🫨🫨
Now if that man didn’t truly love Rhaenyra in his own way (or at least have some guilt over what he had done) why the hell would he have had that reaction to that vision?
The Sept?👀
SEPTA RHAENYRA👏🏻
The new Kingsguard members might not have even recognized Rhaenyra if they had seen her
Alicent swearing on the memory of her mother, just like Rhaenyra had years before🫢
Literally seeing a lightbulb moment go off in Rhaenyra’s head-
Ooooooooooo god, Alicent realizing all this started because of a misunderstanding and her hearing what she wanted to hear👀
And of course, she has to double down. It’s already gone too far.
I do have to pity Alicent a little here. Just like Cersei, she has to admit that she knows her son has become a monster she cannot control.
Alicent can think she is taking the upper hand now, but the next time she sees Rhaenyra, it’s likely to be another story😏
Chillllllllls for next week’s preview
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i finally caught up w ptp CAN WE ALL CHEER PLS ;!!!! i was acc re reading stg n then read ptp again bc you're js to good ... TRUST i will reread stg again in a few weeks bc i have TERRIBLE memory !!!!! feeling VERY grateful bc i am alive the same time as u are .. #iLoveLqfiles like we breathe the same air THATS SO CRAZY .
also i loove the way u write everyone I LOVE THEM SM THEY'RE SO SILLY N LOVEABLE NO MATTER HOW INSUFFERABLE THEY ARE AT TIMES 😖 n haechan is sooooo 😵💫😵💫 stand up plz .. HHSSJJQ
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hello june (with the intention of eating sand w u 💓)
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i physically just can’t not make them silly like i love very unhinged smau characters (my first experience at unhingeness being from this one twt smau.. i was kinda gagging like why don’t we have more silly characters in smaus) WE NEED MORE SILLY FIC CHARACTERS!!!! STOP MAKING YOUR CHARACTERS BLAND!!!! also pls don’t start on haechan, i need him in ways i can’t describe rn because my account would get deactivated
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Mass Effect 3, visiting Kaidan and Priority: Sur’kesh part 1:
Kaidan
-Why does the Council appoint the Virmire Survivor a spectre?
I suspect it’s primarily political. Udina probably traded some favors to the other Councilors to get it, although with Earth burning I’m curious what those favors may have been.
To humanity, a second spectre is a sign of hope. Even with their homeworld lost it shows faith and goodwill from the Council.
To Udina, it’s a spectre that owes him a favor. Hopefully this one is more grateful and malleable. It’s possible he’s already in the planning stages of the Cerberus coup at this point.
-This is not to knock the Virmire Survivor’s qualifications.
Kaidan’s already a decorated soldier by ME1, level-headed, and a powerful human biotic.
Ashley’s merits are less obvious, partially because her family name held her back. However, she has the grit to join and stay in an organization that’s blacklisted her family and may have performed some acts between ME1 and ME2 that would have proved herself.
And of course, both served alongside Shepard in ME1. That alone would merit recognition.
-Shepard asks if Kaidan had considered joining the Normandy. Do they always ask this or only if there’s an active romance?
Kaidan declines; he’s looking for his students that have presumably gone underground.
Sur’Kesh
-What is the Dalatrass’ position among the salarians? Is she their leader, their representative, the leader of a faction?
These details are important, Bioware!
-The conversation with the Victus, and Wrex has parallels to the conversation with Sparatus and Shepard at the start of the game.
Sparatus to Shepard: I can’t give you what you need, but I can tell you how to get it.
Victus to Wrex: Just tell us what you want.
Wrex: I’ll tell you what I need.
It hammers home how the goal of the Reaper war is just to survive. Survival is victory.
-The Dalatrass says that the krogans only know war because that’s all the salarians wanted them to know.
This feels an exaggeration. The krogans were well skilled in war before the salarians showed up. The salarians just encouraged their natural interests.
Did they prevent the krogans from learning anything else?
I suppose they may have declined to provide them education on science, philosophy, etc. but there’s no evidence of that. The krogans have also had ample opportunity to learn those on their own. If they have not, that was their choice.
-Wrex’s anger throughout this is understandable. Cure for the genophage aside, the salarians kidnapped krogans from Tuchanka. That alone would piss off any leader.
-Victus and the Dalatrass are both terrible diplomats.
Victus has the excuse of being a career military man. What’s the Dalatrass’? Her job is to be a politician!
-Neither Shepard nor the Dalatrass are wrong here, per se.
The Dalatrass is thinking of the long term. The krogans are a very real potential threat if the genophage is cured. Under Wrex there may be peace; I’m far more skeptical of what will happen if Wrex is lost.
Shepard is thinking of the short term. If the Reapers kill everyone, there will be no long term. If the krogans are a problem later, fantastic – that means there is a later.
I’m on Shepard’s side, but I do want to point out that the Dalatrass is not incorrect. It’s her priorities that need to be reordered.
-Shepard’s only a spectre in ME3 when it’s convenient. The rest of the time they’re an Alliance soldier.
Shepard can oversee the transfer of the female krogans because they’re a spectre.
But once on Sur’Kesh, if you go renegade you say the attack on Wrex is an insult to the Alliance. You never, for example, tell the STG to stand down because you’re a spectre and you can do what you want.
Given the emphasis ME1 placed on spectres, this is disappointing. Shepard being a spectre should make them a natural candidate to act as a neutral party and unify everyone against the real threat, i.e. the Reapers.
Instead the game makes Shepard an exceptional Alliance soldier acting on behalf of humanity’s interests.
That’s not inherently a bad story, but that’s not what I signed up for in ME1 and it’s not the story I wanted in ME3.
-Wrex’s reaction to Javik is amusing. He’s not even surprised Shepard found a Prothean.
-All the salarians call Wrex “the krogan”.
No wonder krogans are often moments away from violence with salarians.
-Ah, salarians, never change.
Since the krogans are too dangerous, they’re considering uplifting the Yahg instead. Because there’s no way that could go wrong.
-Of course the broadcasts on Sur’Kesh aren’t subtitled.
Do you have hearing problems? Bioware wants you to know Fuck You, personally.
-Kirrahe assumes Javik is lying about being a Prothean and he’s actually genetic modified.
More believable than being in stasis for 50,000 years.
-The policy of the STG is to create trouble for someone else if there currently isn’t any.
And the Dalatrass accused Shepard of being a bully...
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