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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 years ago

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You Read My Mind

This fic is part of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone's "Aud's Writing Challenge" aka "The Make Me Horny Challenge". I hope I have achieved that goal, Audrey!! 😉

It will also cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Only One Bed & Free Space (Cumming untouched.)

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,455

Summary: Y/N can't tell Dean how much she wants him, but maybe he'll hear her anyway.

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. PWP. (very little plot in the porn here!) The very tiniest dollops of fluff at the end. Dream sex, Cumming untouched, Lots of dirty talk, Multiple Orgasms, A Smidge of Dom!Dean, Fingering, P in V. Oral (f/m receiving)

A/N: Since I can't include the hot af gif that the beautiful Audrey sent me for this challenge, I have included a pic that relates slightly to this story, namely Dean Winchester's hands. (This pic came from Google and I think it's a promo shot, but I can't find the OP.)

But the part of the fic that directly describes the naughty gif Audrey sent will be in italics.

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

She woke up on a moan. Her eyes shot open and she wasn't sure if the sound had only been in her head or if she'd actually uttered it out loud. Y/N didn't have to wait long to find out. From beside her came a deep voice, full of mischief.

"Good dream, Sweetheart?"

Y/N could feel her face flooding with color and blessed the middle-of-the-night darkness of the motel room.

"What do you mean?" she asked, voice squeaky and completely unconvincing.

She heard a low, rumbling chuckle and the sound stirred a swarm of butterflies in her lower belly.

"You were making very...satisfied noises."

"Oh, god!" Y/N whispered under her breath as she slapped both her hands to her face, covering her embarrassment.

Of course her most erotic dreams would come to her subconscious mind when she was lying right next to the star of them.

Maybe it's his scent, Y/N thought, invading my brain while I sleep. He was so close to her on the very small double bed they were sharing that his spicy, woodsy scent just took over her senses.

When they'd pulled into the motel, all of them exhausted from their latest hunt, all she'd wanted was a hot shower and any flat surface to sleep on. There was only one room available, so they took it.

One room. Two beds. Three people.

She turned her head and looked at Sam on the other bed. His insanely long limbs and tendency to sprawl out like a starfish, as he was currently doing, had made sleeping beside Dean seem like the better option.

Turns out it was the very stupid option. Y/N thought, mentally kicking herself.

She'd worked her first case with the Winchesters about three years before. The two brothers were both funny and sweet, and of course, incredible hunters. So, she'd been happy to work with them from time to time.

But they found that the three of them made a pretty great team, so by this point, they were working most cases together. Unfortunately more and more often of late, she found herself struggling any time she worked a case with them. Because over the last year, her attraction to the older Winchester had started to get out of hand.

In the beginning of their friendship she'd thought nothing of it. She was pretty sure there wasn't a person alive who didn't lust, at least a little bit, after Dean Winchester.

The man was sex on legs, with his swagger, his smile - both his happy, thousand watt smile and the roguish, sexy one that made it clear where his dirty mind was traveling. His hunter's body was strong and solid, his wide shoulders and muscular thighs just begging her to climb on and ride.

So, her initial attraction wasn't surprising, however, as her time with the Winchesters grew, so did her need for the green-eyed hunter. She was constantly daydreaming and fantasizing about him. It was wholly inconvenient.

Increasingly she caught herself thinking about his hands. Scratch that, increasingly she found herself staring at his hands. They were big and wide, his fingers blunt-tipped and thick. His knuckles were round and rough, and his palms were callused and spread fire whenever he touched her, however fleetingly.

She fantasized entirely too much about how his fingers would feel inside her, moving in and out of her body, pressing in all the right places to make her scream his name.

It was like a sickness. It was to the point now that his voice alone was often enough to soak her panties through.

A few weeks before, she'd dozed off in the bunker, sitting in the library with the boys. It was a fitful kind of sleep, the kind where you pull in pieces from the reality around you. Dean sat beside her, speaking quietly to Sam, his voice a rumble in her mind. She couldn't remember every detail of the dream that resulted, but she knew that his voice had featured heavily. His voice and a lot of dirty words.

She'd woken up startled that time too, when Dean leaned close to her, gently calling her name to wake her. She remembered fearing that she'd been moaning out loud then too, and being eternally grateful she hadn't, or at least it seemed to go unnoticed.

Now here she was again, only this time, there was no doubt that her subconscious thoughts and fantasies had manifested themselves in the real world in the form of moans and groans. Sounds that had Dean grinning beside her as she glanced at him from under her hands.

"Hey, sorry. I was just..."

"Dreaming about me." Dean said, his voice teasing.

"What? No!" she said, panicked. She lowered her voice, trying not to wake Sam across the room. She tried for a tone of sarcasm. "That sounds like your dreams, Winchester, not mine."

"Really?" He dipped his head down and pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. She couldn't suppress the flush across her skin, or the tremble his words brought. "Cause it's not often, in my dreams, that I call out, 'Dean, harder, faster..." His voice dropped even lower, ragged with heat. "...break me, Dean, break me."

His words made her shake, and brought back to her mind the events of this latest dream, and how Dean had her bent over the table of this very motel room, slamming into her so hard the table had been chipping the paint where it crashed against it.

Having absolutely no idea how to proceed she just laid there, quivering as Dean sidled up closer to her.

"Do you want me, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice sliding into her ear, silky and hot. "If it's just a dream, I'll leave you alone. But if it's more...is it more?"

Y/N didn't know what to say, she wanted to shout out that yes, it was so much more than a dream, she wanted him real and hard and scorching beneath her hands.

But she was frozen. Fear of opening herself up in that way to him, being vulnerable and sharing her fantasies scared her. What if the intensity of her desire for him freaked him out and he bolted? She'd lose two of her closest friends and the only other hunters she'd ever completely trusted to have her back.

She turned to look at Dean. "I...don't...I mean...I want..." She wanted to smack herself and make her words come out properly.

Dean smiled softly at her. "Should I tell you what I dream about?"

Y/N nodded.

Dean leaned in and pressed his lips against her ear once again. "I dream about you, Y/N. I dream about you all the time. I dream of you sitting on my bed, waiting for me. Dressed in something lacy, tight, and easily ripped off of you. I dream of your mouth, your perfect lips wrapped around my cock."

Y/N whimpered and Dean continued, obviously encouraged.

"I dream of fucking that beautiful mouth, pushing so far down your throat I can feel you swallow. I dream of coating you in my cum, claiming you, making you mine."

Y/N could feel her slick leaking out of her and soaking the sheets beneath her. She squeezed her legs together, desperate for friction and movement.

"I dream of laying beside you, just like this. I dream of reaching between your heavenly thighs and finding you dripping for me. Are you dripping, Y/N?"

Y/N nodded, not caring what she was risking anymore. She was desperate for him, craving him like water in a desert.

Dean's voice was causing Y/N's core to flutter, his words making her cunt clench around nothing. She knew she was so close to flying away on wings of fire.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Y/N? Do you want me to bury myself deep inside you? Do you want me to wreck you, break you?"

It was the words from her dream that sent Y/N over the edge. She would have woken Sam she was sure, if Dean hadn't clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling her shout of ecstasy. He kept it there as her muscles convulsed, and her body shook from her climax.

She had never come just from someone talking to her, not even laying a finger on her. She looked up into Dean's eyes and felt her skin start to heat up again, just from the look of hard desire she found there.

Without saying anything he grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed with him. They went into the bathroom and Y/N blinked rapidly, the sudden light harsh in her eyes, even if it was only one yellow bulb lighting it up. He turned the shower on and Y/N wondered if planned on them getting in together. But he turned back to her and spoke quietly.

"Sam sleeps like the dead, but a little white noise is probably a good idea."

She nodded, still not speaking much. Dean reached for her t-shirt to pull it over her head but stopped. He looked at her, the tension in his body obvious in the prominent, corded muscles that stood out on his neck and heat that radiated off of him.

"Is this okay, Y/N? I mean we can stop if you want."

In answer Y/N pulled her own t-shirt off, loving the way Dean's pupils dilated, nearly obliterating the emerald green around it.

"I do want you, Dean. I want you to fuck me, I want you to break me."

With a low growl, Dean leaned down and yanked off her pajama shorts. She wore nothing beneath.

Dean kicked her feet apart before dropping to his knees in front of her. He grabbed hold of her hips, blunt fingernails denting into the fleshiness of her ass. He pulled her to his mouth and started to immediately suck on her clit, pulling the little nub into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it.

His mouth was liquid fire against her overly sensitive skin He licked his wide tongue through her soaking wet folds and she was suddenly thankful he had hold of her hips because her knees were buckling, her legs shaky and completely unreliable.

As she could feel herself cresting, she knew that two more swirls of his tongue would do it. So when he pulled away from her with a very indecent slurping sound, Y/N let out a cry of frustration.

Dean pulled her down to lay beside him on the tile floor. She shivered when her heated flesh pressed against the cold ceramic. Dean pulled her towards him, slightly on top of him so that his fully clothed body could act as a slight barrier to the chill of the floor.

He pulled her left leg over his hip, stretching her wide and giving him easy access to her cunt. His hand slid down over her stomach, coming to rest against the strip of groomed hair that covered her. With his pointer finger and ring finger he spread her open so that her clit was exposed. He brought his thick, hard middle finger down to tap against it, covering her mouth with his other hand as she cried out.

"Shh..." he whispered in her ear. "I'll have to stop if you can't be quiet." He tapped her clit again and her hips reared up, seeking more. "Do you want me to stop?"

Y/N shook her head vehemently. God if he stopped now, she'd just burn into a pile of ash.

"So, can you be quiet then?" Dean asked. Y/N nodded.

"Good girl." He said, his voice low and wicked as he removed his hand from her mouth.

He put his three fingers close together again and pressed them all tight against her cunt, making small circles, that increased in pressure with each rotation. She knew she was so close to her second orgasm, she just needed something a little more.

She got it when Dean slid his thick middle finger deep inside her and crooked it, immediately finding her g-spot and brushing over it while Y/N exploded. She clutched Dean's thick wrist, holding him in place and actually grabbed on to his other hand and covered her own mouth with it, not sure she could contain the sounds of her bliss.

She rode his hand as wave after wave of molten ecstasy poured over her. Just as she would start to come down, Dean would press his fingers to the spongy area deep inside her and a third and fourth orgasm hit her. He added another finger and she welcomed the fuller feeling.

As he pulled his fingers out of her he lifted her limp form up and pushed her over the side of the bathtub. She braced her hands against the bottom of the tub and bit down on her lip as he knelt on one knee behind her and lined himself up with her entrance.

"This is where I break you. Fall apart for me one more time, Sweetheart."

With that he rammed himself so deep inside her Y/N felt truly split in two, in the best possible way. He slipped his hand around her to palm her breast, pinching her nipple while he leaned over her and bit down on her shoulder.

The bite sent her over the edge again, and Dean rammed into her a dozen more times as she clenched around him. Finally with a shout of his own Dean exploded inside her, filling her so much, their mingled juices dripped out of her and down her legs.

Their breathing was ragged as Dean fell down beside her, leaning his back against the tub. He pulled Y/N with him so that she sat in his lap. He had only pulled down his pajama bottoms, so he was just readjusting them to cover his ass against the tile, when a pounding at the bathroom door made them both jump.

"For Christ's sake you two," Sam's voice carried loudly even over the rush of the water from the shower, "finish your friggin shower sex - it's about fuckin' time, by the way - cause some of us have to take a leak!"

Y/N buried her face in Dean's neck embarrassed, but not really bothered that Sam had caught them. Maybe the next time they'd have their own room and she could be as loud as she wanted.

Dean pulled her head out from under his chin and pressed a slow, sweet kiss against her lips.

"So, once Sam is done in here, we should definitely do the shower sex thing. And then tomorrow evening, we should go on a date. What do you think?"

Y/N beamed at him. "You read my mind."

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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years ago

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Jackunzel Month

Day 18 - The Little Mermaid

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Y’all thought I was done with Jackunzel Month??? PSYCHE

I apologize for being horrendously late!!! For some reason this one-shot was really hard to write??? I think it’s partially because the first Jackunzel fic I ever wrote was in a mermaid AU, so I was really trying to make this its own distinct thing while still trying to incorporate some of the things I liked about that story. I got pretty nostalgic writing this regardless ;_____;

Starring Jack as a random poor fisherman’s kid instead of a prince because fuck that, Jack ain’t no prince, he’s poor af! He’s really Just Some Guy who happens to be pretty funny, and the idea of a very pretty young mermaid very readily preferring that over some larger-than-life prince who’s also Moneybags McGee is both endlessly amusing and extremely heartwarming to me.

Also, I strongly believe that these two’s teasing and banter would only be enhanced by one of them being half fish X3

Random aside, but I watched some scenes from The Little Mermaid for inspo, and like...Ariel x Eric is actually way cuter than I remember??? Like lowkey I hated TLM as a kid (mainly because I was a not-like-the-other-girls pick-me type who made a point of despising anything even remotely feminine lmao) and like...Ariel still isn’t my fave, and I can’t help but make fun of the whole “daddy I love this man I’ve spoken to 0 times!!!” bit. But lowkey when Ariel and Eric DO start interacting, their chemistry is...actually pretty solid???

Not that Eric’s whole “I’m going to marry this girl because she sings nice!!!” bit is any less ridiculous XD Honestly I think these two ditzy idiots are kinda perfect for each other that way XD

Pic credits available upon request!

Fic preview under the cut!!! Go read the rest on my ff.net account, Infrared-Ultraviolet!

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Rapunzel lay sprawled on a surf-beaten boulder, pink tail swishing behind her as she watched the distant figures on the beach.

She was nestled in a cove of pointy rocks, hidden and far enough away that no one running around on the sandy beach was likely to spot her. Rapunzel was no stranger to the perils of the human world, after all.

Looming above the pale golden shoreline and the human fishing village just past was a great castle, stark-white stone towers and rust-colored roof spires stabbing into the sky. Rumors flew around the merkingdom about the viciousness of the people in that castle, going out in lavish boats and dragging in enormous nets filled with every type of sea life under the sun—fish, crabs, lobsters, shrimp, seals, dolphins. Those merfolk brave enough to go near the palace claimed they heard the screams of animals drifting from the windows, and sometimes felt drops of scalding oil fall from above and sear into their scales. Whatever way the humans killed and ate creatures of the sea was likely not kind. One particularly gossipy young merboy had even claimed they once were roasting a merperson over a spit in their courtyard, although Rapunzel doubted that.

The human prince was said to hold sea creatures prisoner, a tank full of tropical fish taking up his entire wall. Rapunzel had heard many a haunting bedtime tale from her father that if she didn’t behave, she’d end up trapped in the prince’s collection. She’d heard of him and other well-off humans holding great shows and performances, where they came to gawk and point at sea animals and harass them for entertainment. Some of the crueler humans would hit dolphins and seals with rods until they did tricks.

Although Rapunzel couldn’t help but feel a sort of morbid fascination with the castle, it wasn’t the reason she snuck out to watch the humans.

A brown-haired boy raced down the beach, dressed in a threadbare beige shirt and a tattered brown vest and pair of trousers. A little girl with matching dark hair ran just in front of him, laughing. He caught up to her and pinched her playfully in the side, and she screamed in delight.

Anna didn’t understand Rapunzel’s taste. She’d always said if a human had to catch the blonde’s eye, she’d think it would be one of the snappily-dressed ones who rode by in fancy carriages, or one of the dignified ones who marched down the more lavish piers wearing powdered wigs and petticoats.

But no, the one she had her heart set on was a fisherman’s son, dressed practically in rags and always sweaty from running and bouncing everywhere he went.

She’d seen him a number of times. When he wasn’t out on his father’s fishing boat, he was dashing around the beach or the docks, trying to make his sister laugh. She sometimes spotted him on top of the soaring seaside cliffs just past the rocky shore. He would sit or stand there alone for what seemed like hours, gazing off into the distance with a strange expression.

Rapunzel wondered if it might be a sort of yearning, but she didn’t want to read too much into it.

Other than those mysterious moments on the cliffs, he always radiated joy. Every time she saw him, he was beaming or laughing or putting on some silly performance for the younger kids. His happiness was so infectious that every time she spotted him, and consequently stayed to “observe” him for probably much longer than was appropriate, she went home feeling giddy and cheerful.

She wanted to know him.

Merida thought Rapunzel’s taste was absurd. It was beyond her, how Rapunzel could risk getting into the most massive trouble either of them had ever known and getting captured and imprisoned by the cruelest of the land creatures, all for some fisherman’s son. It was easy for Merida to say—she had always been enchanted by the sea maidens that surrounded them. Rapunzel saw her head turn every time one swam by, eyes darting over flashing tangerine or violet or emerald-hued scales and looking approvingly at elaborate hairstyles held in place by shells. Merida was baffled by what a dry and shriveled-up land creature could ever have to offer.

Nonetheless, Rapunzel found herself coming back to the rocky cove whenever she had a spare afternoon.

She kept telling herself Today’s the day. Today’s the day I’m going to work up the guts to talk to him.

It never actually was the day, but that was neither here nor there.

On the distant beach, the little brown-haired girl and several other children her age were playing in the sand, building rickety castles with buckets. The fisherman’s son stood watching them for a while before leaning down and murmuring something in the little brunette girl’s ear. She nodded with a big beam, and the boy turned and began making his way down the shoreline.

Toward Rapunzel.

She glanced across the cove, at a flat boulder right on the edge of the beach.

She could go there if she wanted. She could wait for the boy to come to her, and if any of the kids in the distance looked up and saw her, a quick escape into the surrounding water would be easy. No one else was around to run and tell the castle staff that a new mermaid was ready and available for kidnapping.

Before Rapunzel knew it, her fins were carrying her over to the rock by the beach, and she was pulling herself onto it. If she really wanted to talk to Fisher Boy, it was probably now or never.

Before she could second-guess herself, the approaching boy looked up and locked eyes with her. He nearly fell over.

“Whoa, what the—are you really—”

“Uh…hi.” Rapunzel gave him her most winning beam.

The boy blinked a few times, taking a couple of tentative steps forward. His eyes drifted to her tail, gawking at it.

He opened his mouth, as if to let out a cry of alarm. Rapunzel quickly put up her hands to stop him. “Please don’t freak out!”

His mouth snapped shut. “I am definitely not freaking out. I just also definitely did not expect to start talking to a supernatural entity on my walk down the beach today.”

Rapunzel tipped her head to one side. “Am I a supernatural entity?”

“Considering until today, I didn’t think girls with fishtails existed outside of sailor’s tall tales floating around seafood market stalls…I’d say so, yeah.”

Rapunzel glanced down at the gleaming anemone-pink scales covering her lower half, and her eyes flicked back to the boy. “Well, you can walk around on land. That seems pretty supernatural to me.”

He took a step closer, taking another long look at her lower half. Rapunzel blushed.

“Wow. I knew that pollock tasted a little funny this morning, but this is on another level.”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, no, I’m real! I promise! Come and see!”

He gingerly walked over to her, and she was suddenly wreathed in the musky scent of carp, sand, sweat, ocean-kissed wood, and old rope. She found herself longing to melt into it, wanting it to surround her after a long, tiring day.

It wasn’t the sort of smell Merida would enjoy. She’d far prefer coconut and sea grape and banana and saltwater and plumeria.

To Rapunzel, though, it felt just right.

The boy hovered a hand over her scales. “Can I touch?”

Rapunzel nodded eagerly.

His fingers felt soft as they brushed over her, sending excited shivers up into her torso.

“If this is a dream, it’s the most real-feeling one I’ve had in a while,” he admitted. “Never thought those crazy deckhands at the docks were actually onto something. Seeing half-fish people splashing around underneath your boat does sound pretty far-fetched until you see it for yourself.”

He let out a wry laugh, and Rapunzel smiled at the ground. His laugh really sounded so much better up close.

The boy slid his hand off and looked up at her, and she realized his eyes were as brown as his hair. “It’s just…I’m out to sea all the time, and I’ve never seen a mermaid,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Where are you and all your friends hiding?”

Rapunzel frowned. “We hear bad things about a lot of the humans. The ones in the castle, especially. They run us over with their giant ships and fry us in oil for feasts and collect us like rare artifacts so they can gawk at us all day. It’s safer to make ourselves scarce.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know what goes on in there. They all seem like a bunch of entitled snobs, anyways. I don’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with those jerks.” He shrugged nonchalantly before abruptly breaking into a wide smirk. “But I have to ask, then…if humans are bad news, why are you talking to me?”

“I’ve been watching you!” Rapunzel told him, beaming. “I see you on the beach and out on your fishing boat and up on the cliffs, and you just seem so nice and funny and handsome and interesting and thoughtful and smart and it looks like you take such good care of your little sister and—”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and Rapunzel’s hand shot to her mouth as she realized what all had slipped out.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she whimpered. “That probably came across so creepy. Gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that! I meant I’ve seen you around while I was doing my daily swims, nothing else, and I really wanted to meet you, and I didn’t—I wasn’t following you or anything, I promise. I just noticed you and you piqued my interest and I wanted to meet you. If that’s okay.”

She started to play with a long strand of blonde hair, looking at the human boy pleadingly.

Had she said too much? Too many stupid things? Was he going to run?

“Well.” He grinned, spreading his arms a little as if showing himself off. “Now you’ve met me. I’m Jack Overland.”

“Um…Rapunzel Corona.”

She bit her lip, not sure what to make of this human. He didn’t seem bothered by her stalking habits—albeit stalking habits only bred out of the warnings of her peers to never interact directly with the land folk.

Jack Overland nodded approvingly. “That’s a suitably fancy name.”

He trotted over and sat down on the rock next to her, crossing his legs. He rested a sharp, boyish chin on cupped hands, regarding her curiously.

“So you’re not going to like…lure me into the water and eat my heart out, are you?”

Rapunzel wrinkled her nose. “No! Why would I do that?”

“What about drowning me?” He tipped his head slightly to one side. “Or stabbing me with pointy shells? Any plans of that?”

She glared at him. “No! I think you’re nice! I would never!”

He broke into another smirk and let out a chuckle. “Listen, Crazy Old Larry’s always in the tavern rambling on and on about ‘siren songs leading ye cursed seafarers to certain doom.’ Granted, he’s usually six drinks in when I see him, and I think the cod he eats for breakfast has seen better days, but I still had to check.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdly dramatic voice he did for Crazy Old Larry.

“Lucky for you, I don’t have much interest in stabbings or human hearts,” she said. She laid back on the rock, grinning up at him as several locks of her long blonde hair slipped into the water behind her. “Hearts are way too chewy and sinewy for my taste, and too much blood squirting out everywhere makes the water smell awful. As for drowning…I mean, human bodies floating around is a great way to pollute everything.”

“Phew.” He smiled down at her, and her heart felt like it was crashing into her ribs harder than waves at high tide. “That’s a relief. I guess I’m safe.”

“Gotta say, though.” He shrugged. “Every possible human to break your taboo and talk to, and you choose the smelly, broke fisherman’s kid. I don’t get it.”

She grinned. “Well, you haven’t grabbed me and dragged me off to make your dinner with yet. Or tried to pull my scales out to make jewelry. So I say you’re doing pretty well.”

Jack fixed her with an impish look, and his hands started gliding toward her tail with fingers poised to yank. She lifted her tail and smacked him so hard he nearly fell into the water, and he burst out laughing.

“I think that thing’s strong enough to send me flying halfway across the cove,” he said. “Honestly I don’t know why your kind is so worried about humans. I’m pretty sure you could just pummel them into rocks if they pissed you off too much.”

“Maybe,” she teased. “Or maybe you’re just skin and bone.”

“Oh, you did not!” He swatted her arm, and she cackled.

A shrill voice rang out across the beach, and Rapunzel looked up to see the little brown-haired girl from earlier bounding toward them.

Jack sighed. “You’d better go. My sister Emma’s got the biggest mouth in town, and I don’t trust her not to tell everyone she knows about you.”

“Okay.” Rapunzel felt a slight pang of disappointment as she let herself slip into the water. She peeked up her head above the waves and gave him a small smile. “Well, it was nice to finally meet you.”

He met her eyes, gaze suddenly sad. “Will I see you again?”

She beamed at him. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Rapunzel vanished into the waves just as Emma finished her trek down the beach.

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And so, after that day, Jack and Rapunzel started to meet. Secretly, atop flat ocean stones hidden by forests of jabbing, pointed rocks and towering sea cliffs, but as often as they could nonetheless.

Rapunzel wondered at first if it was foolish, going to see one of the folk who could drag her away from the sea forever if he committed to it. It didn’t take long for her to gather that such an undertaking was far more work than someone like Jack was willing to put in. He had no interest in building up the muscle mass needed to carry a struggling mermaid into town and pawn her off for a handsome profit. Hauling ropes and fishnets around could only make you so strong, and carrying a being as big as you were, especially an unwilling one, was another matter entirely.

Aside from that, he seemed a kindhearted and easygoing sort, despite his occasionally rude sense of humor. He was always talking about his sister Emma, and how he would do anything for her. With a father constantly out to sea and a mother with seemingly never-ending seamstress work, Jack had practically raised Emma himself. She was the light of his life, and he didn’t know what he’d do if anything ever happened to her.

Jack was more than happy to bring her various artifacts from the human world. Dishware, cooking pans, corkscrews, burned firewood (the concept of using mildly-chaotic concentrated heat to make food crispier and tastier was truly fascinating to Rapunzel), maps of the world, pieces of rope, wooden sticks that were rounded at one end and had strings that made beautiful music if you pulled them. Pieces of old net, although he warned her to be careful with them as they were pretty “tangly.” Candlesticks that somehow managed to capture the very fire she found so strange and fascinating, even if it was only tiny bits of it. Ticking numbered devices that could apparently track the passage of time one 24th of a day at a time. Branching bones that had once been attached to the head of some great land beast, one that lived deep in sprawling clusters of trees. Glittery silver sheets that were somehow even more reflective than water itself.

Anything he was willing to part with she snuck down to the merkingdom, sliding it under her bed behind the conch and turtle shells she had collected over the years. Sometimes when she lay down to sleep at night, she held one of the assortment of objects close. It was a way to feel like she could keep the cove—and Jack—with her, even when they were far away.

One time, after the sun had gone down, he showed up with a metal-and-glass box with a soft ball of light inside, and said it was called a “lantern.” She loved them more than anything else in the world. She loved everything he showed her.

He brought her land food, too—more than she could have imagined existed. Mackerel seared over fire, delicious like nothing she had ever tasted. Boiled crab drenched in melted butter and herbs. Milk and cream and cheese and butter on bread. A roast, exotic meat called “chicken” made from a strange land bird. Raspberries and roast chestnuts and apples and hazelnuts and pears and other wild things Jack scrounged up in the woods outside of town. Once he even managed to steal her a piece of lavender cake from a castle courtyard party, disguising himself as a servant long enough to grab the elegant pastry and run.

In return, she brought him whatever treasures she could from the sea. Seashells in baby blue and candy pink, pieces of coral, sea stars, shiny abalone shells, glittering shed scales, the most elegant pearls she could find. It never felt like enough to thank him for all that he’d showed her, but it was the best she could do.

She couldn’t say how long they spent together, splashing around and building sandcastles and chasing each other through the cove and talking about how different the world was above and below the water. It never felt like long enough. Jack would have to go and make sure Emma wasn’t getting into too much trouble unattended, or Rapunzel would have to go before her parents got suspicious.

As the months went by, Rapunzel’s wariness dissolved. Any initial fears she had of him hauling her home like giant fishing trophy were gone, replaced by the warm comfort left after spending time with someone she’d known her whole life.

At least, it felt like she had known him her whole life.

She even found herself telling Jack about her strangest quality. Her magical golden hair, unusual even for mermaids, was the envy of the kingdom. Her mother had eaten a soup made from an enchanted undersea flower, said to have sprouted all the way from the center of the earth itself. The healing powers of the flower had passed into Rapunzel, and now she could cure any disease and close any wound with a quick song.

Ironically, Rapunzel had the exact opposite of whatever “siren call of death” Jack had been warned about.

Nonetheless, Jack wasn’t enamored with her powers. He wasn’t always asking her to sing for him so he could see the golden glow, or wrapping her hair around cuts and bruises and nagging her to make them vanish. To him, it was just another part of the ethereal world of merfolk—not any more or less amazing than her having a tail or being able to breathe underwater.

It was refreshing, really, being seen as something other than a quick bottle of medicine. Her parents praised her endlessly for her abilities, and how much good she did with them, but it still always made her feel…other. Like most who saw her were more interested in staring in awe at the sunshine trail of hair that flowed behind her than actually knowing her.

Jack wasn’t like that. Just a couple magic songs and a couple bouts of glowing hair, and he got back to unraveling the rest of her being.

She remembered the first time he’d crept up behind her in the water and hugged her waist, nearly giving her the scare of her life. He burst out laughing, but he didn’t let go.

She found she didn’t want him to.

He murmured in her ear asking if she could take him swimming, his voice a pleading whine. It was nigh impossible to say no.

And so they took to him lying on her back with his arms locked around her waist, and she’d zoom up and down the coastline while he whooped and cheered. They stayed beneath the cliffs, keeping to places so rocky and treacherous that no human or merfolk would dare venture there, but Rapunzel found she never worried about getting hurt.

Jack brought something brave out of her.

It was more tiring than swimming alone, but Rapunzel found herself looking forward to streaking through the water with him. She liked the tight feel of his arms around her.

Rapunzel grew to love the cove, the sprawling view of the cliffs and the beach. She lamented that she could never remember the beauty of it exactly as it was, no matter how often she came. She wished there was a way to keep it with her all the time, not just in her fickle memory. She mentioned this to Jack at one point, not missing the way his eyes lit up conspiratorially as she said it.

The next day, Jack brought a thick wooden stick on three legs, a thin white board, several long twigs with fur on the end, and a little tray filled with gooey, colored smudges. He said humans used something called “painting” to capture things they saw and keep them with them.

Rapunzel painted the cove. The picture was rough, and crude, and looked more like a collection of oddly-shaped blobs than anything, but it was hers. They let it dry before hiding it away among some of the craggier rocks, making sure it was far out of sight. Jack promised to check up on it every so often, when Rapunzel couldn’t come out to see him.

Then one day, Rapunzel came home to find her parents floating above the front lawn and glaring at her, all the contents of the underside of her bed spread across the eelgrass.

Her treasures were smashed to pieces in front of her. Her father told her neither humans nor their dangerous devices could be trusted, and no part of the world on land had a place in their kingdom. He wanted her to forget the human world completely—and if that meant destroying every last remnant she could possibly hold onto, then so be it.

Humans were perilous and cruel creatures, Frederick told her. The only true guarantee he had of keeping her completely safe from them was to make sure she never went near one again.

In short, she was forbidden from ever seeing Jack again. One of her parents always seemed to have a watchful, critical eye on her, as if daring her to try to return to the cove. She waited and waited for an opportunity to sneak away, but it never seemed to come.

She didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.

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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

#the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson smut #smut

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 3 years ago

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helllooo sorry to mess up your ask-free inbox but here i am with another ask :) btw i'm the same anon who asked earlier about what arnav thought of Khushi in the first few episodes from a practical pov and even tho my question was somewhat confusing you answered SO SO SO WELL it was a pleasure to read! thank you!!!! but ya i have a simpler and funner question - do you have any non-Arshi favorite tracks/scenes/episodes? i know for most of us our "favorite" moments would all be arshi related but like for example, i loooove Lavanya as a character and love all her scenes in Shantivan and am always rooting for her against Nani's bullying even tho technically she's an obstacle to the love story at that point lol. thank you :)

Hello amazing anon <3

Sometimes it feels nice to receive love first thing in the morning. You're very very kind. I am so glad that you loved the answer to your previous ask.

I had a really fun time answering that! By the way, if you're going to be frequenting the blog then I demand you give yourself a name! It can be Question Anon, Flower Anon, Considerate Anon, Thinking Anon... to something like Arnav-Ki-Smile Anon or Khushi-Ki-Thumke Anon.

Lol, point is - I'd love for you to have a little name :D

Coming to your ask;

do you have any non-Arshi favorite tracks/scenes/episodes?

1) Akash and Payal during NYE. It was hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing at how Akash tried to have a romantic time and Buaji just existed to nearly make her niece a widow even before she got married! pic credit - @phati-sari

2) Shyam and his goons shenanigans during kidnapping. It's my favorite crack track. Like dude pays them money to do shit but then they're so incompetent that he needs to do all of them - give Khushi a blackmail call, instruct the goons how to frighten Khushi and Mami, advise Arnav to be shifted from one location to the other. My guy, literally feeding 7 people for nothing. And the way he savors Arnav's blow on his face - feeling the feelz eh? Also Rocky was my love in those episodes. When he says "Waste ho jayega" and eats the channa roti himself. Or just roams around the jungle unable to find a woman in RED and then keeps roaming around and taking his own time to reach the hut cause HE RESPECTS PRIVACY. Literally gives ArShi more privacy than The Raizadas.

3) Akash-Arnav, Khushi-Payal right before Akash and Payal are to be married. First of all I love the emotional moment Khushi has in her special gifts for Payal before leaving for Shantivan. And I LOVE how Arnav is just fumbling around Akash going "you've got to meet Khushi! Uh... I mean Payal... uh" *arnav.exe crashed* I couldn't stop laughing how they were all chaotic with their siblings. Like literally the pair getting married had more chill *lol* pic credit - @phati-sari

4) A drunk NK and Akash and their hilarious exchange with Khushi and Payal on ArShi's bachelor night. I couldn't stop laughing. Akash going from "PAYAL" to "P-payal ji?". And Khushi, god NK is her best friend but she's ready for murder. Hahaha.

5) Any scene where Arnav, Akash and NK are together. They're chaotically amazing together. Arnav is the master prankster who is the most intelligent and stone face. NK is the monster with a golden heart. Akash is the perfect mix, a bit too innocent, with bursts of wisdom. pic credit - phati-sari

6) When Akash advises Arnav on what to do after Arnav has a big fight with Khushi on his birthday. I loved that Akash didn't actually tell him what to do but rather explained why Khushi was hurt. In his subtle ways he explained that by refraining Khushi from expressing her joy in celebrating Arnav's birthday, he cut out Khushi's way of expressing love. And then he left it up to Arnav to try to find a way to sort it - the brotherly advise we needed WAY more in the show.

7) Mami and NK duping Arnav into thinking there's a literal ceremony of cracking coconuts on head to cancel a marriage.

8) OOH LA LA - PERIOD!

9) Anjali asking for Khushi's forgiveness right after the final Shyam revelation track. It brilliantly showed that Anjali was aware what her denial must've cost to the woman who was stalked and harassed by her husband.

10) Shyam and Anjali when he comes back from Teej and makes a show of his grand declarations. Oof it hits my heart because how could you not trust that man? He was so likable and mysterious after what happened. His easy chemistry with the family, eyes shining with promise, loving gaze for Anjali. OOOF! pic credit - Indi

I had a fun time answering this!

Best,

- JWB

#ask #anon #favorite scenes #non arshi #SO MANY #a good show is a show with good characters #removing Side characters was painful #why were Payash sidelined?#why did shyam end up as a freeloader?#questions!#queue farak padta hai

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praphit · 3 years ago

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Eternals: Never Let The Party Start!

I had heard nothing good about this movie.

NOTHING! I heard that there was an unnecessary sex scene, but I didn't hear anything good about that either. Don't worry... I mean the sex scene is there, but it's nothing for the parents to be concerned about - concerning nudity. It does feel like the sex scene goes on longer than it actually is. I’m picturing families around the globe all awkwardly watching Disney’s dull, unnecessary sex scene. At least if it was Disney’s loud, graphic, nasty sex scene that horrified children, that would be something to talk about - BUT NOTHING! Nothing good!

Putting that (which is nothing good) aside, perhaps it'll still be good. Just think about this cast:

Kumail Nanjiani (Buff AF)

(seriously, the veins in his arms are ridiculous)

They resurrected Angelina Jolie (bonafide ass-kicker)

Salma Mutha Bleepin Hayek!

My main man, Brian Tyree Henry, known by "Atlanta" fans as "Paper Boi"

That sexy ass dude from "Game of Thrones" that your wife would admit to your face that she'd leave you for

And did I mention Salma Mutha Bleepin Hayek??!

Eternals - Who are they? And why should we care?

They're pretty much like any other team that has issues, but always unite just in time to save the day: The X-Men, The Avengers, The Muppets

- just more powerful then those groups.

There's always someone with super speed, one with strength, one who's a psychopath and skilled with weapons, a Superman wannabe. They're all here, and more; even Sexy GOT Guy

- although he doesn't have any revealed powers YET, unless you count being charming. That's not all that useful in battle though. Probably why he's not in the movie all that much. The woman he's with in that pic is one of the main characters, and everyone knows a person's side-action can't be involved in your main story.

We should care about them, because they're earth's protectors. They've been protecting mankind from creatures called "Deviants" The people at the party who get too drunk.

The people who don't cover their mouth when they're feeling sick, and walk around wiping snot on their sleeves.

Those people putting boogers underneath of tables and on walls.

Real nasty stuff!

But, they look like this -

The Eternals find time to get some messages across between fighting Deviants as well. Upfront, there's a diverse cast. There's a message about protecting your family. There's a mental illness part of this story too, that I appreciate. And some climate change action. They've even got Greta Thunberg up in here :)

I thought it really was her at first. I was like "Oh shit! Greta is tired of all the bureaucracy. She dun collected the infinity stones and crew, and is PISSED!" (actually 14 year old actress Lia McHugh. She's really good in this!).

The Greta plot line would have been better, cuz even with this talented cast (all good btw), the monsters, the messages, and the Marvel budget - this movie is kinda boring. Not “I’m about to fall asleep” boring, but a “oh that’s cool, so is that... that’s ok.... cool I guess.... ok, let’s get on with it” kind of boring. The production and cast are great, but... I found myself watching this with a “meh” expression for most of it.

I mean look at this picture again.

None of them are even doing anything. At least get your pose on or flex, smirk, give me the finger... SOMETHING! Convey any emotion at all! Nope. They're just going to stand there.

Not just boring, but gloomy.

It has a "GOT" vibe to it - that could be good news or bad, depending on who you are.

I don't say this just because of the look, the dragon looking deviants, Kit (the sexy GOT side-action), Magic, a character named Sersi (tho spelled diff) banging a person they call family, or someone sitting on a throne. It's the constant war-mode. Even when they're not fighting, they're still emotionally fighting, and scheming. There's some funny here and there (mostly provided by Kumail and Paper Boi), but not enough, and not enough time for the audience to see relationships forming. Even with the sex scene, to the audience, the two people just met. "Didn't y'all skip some steps?! Are you THAT horny?! Don't you have a mission?!"

There's brief levity and then back to the doom and gloom. And like "GOT" they've got no shortage of scenes with the background music of creepy monks, sopranos, and an ominous string section.

Ultimately, this movie is ok. I'm glad it exist. I'm glad I saw it, but I'm not in a hurry to see it again. There are those who criticize this movie, saying it has the dark, sad feel of a DC movie, and those people are mostly right.

It just feels like a waste of talent:

You had Jolie, fresh with frustration concerning her ex. You could have named one of the Deviants "Brad". Let an action scene between her and him get brutal, and really announce that she's back!

Kumail is very funny, but he needed a partner in comedy, and more scenes.

This guy

- not funny. He looks tired. There’s no funny in that face. That face says “Shoot me.”

Let's replace him with... idk, this guy has been making me laugh, recently.

Why can't Tim Robinson be an Eternal? He's not quite in shape, but he's hilarious, and that's what this movie needs. On that note of being "in shape", why did Kumail get so buff? I thought that he was going to have some shirtless scenes or have super strength, and some badass fighting scene moments... nah, he hangs back and shoots energy balls from his hands. You don't need to be fit to do that. My man T.Rob here could have done that! They could have at least brought Buff Kumail in for the sex scene!

They probably had some Marvel money left over that had to be spent, and he raised his had first. Imagine if Greta here, got the chance to be Marvel-buff.

There's apparently a big deal being made (in Gulf Nations) over a gay couple in here who kiss. I think Marvel should have leaned into it... literally, and made the unnecessary sex scene an unnecessary gay sex scene. All kinds of close-ups, as an F U to the Gulf.

I will say that this movie will make you feel some things. As I said, the acting is very good. If this flick had more emotional-ups in it, the harsh feelings in here would have it even harder.

Grade: C+

Idk if there's going to be a sequel. They've certainly set it up to have one. I'm reminded of Thor. The 1st movie was good enough. The 2nd - yuck, but then they found their way to some fun adventure and comedy in the 3rd. Perhaps Eternals just needs some time to evolve. Maybe get a sequel with Kumail, Paper Boi, and Greta going on a wacky, comedic adventure. Perhaps they get bored with saving the world and decide to simply have fun all of the time. Like, aggressively fleeing opportunities to save the day, and preferring debauchery instead. Then, maybe you’ve got something.

It could be Marvel's "The Hangover".

#eternals #Marvel #Disney #johnpraphit #praphitproductions.com #angelinajolie #actionmovies #moviereviews #neverletthepartydie #timrobinson #paperboi #lgbtq #GretaThunberg #party #TheHangover #KumailNanjiani #KitHarington #SalmaHayek #LiaMcHugh

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wellhalesbells · 4 years ago

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✨✨ TOP FIVES FOR 2020 ✨✨

2020 was, i think we can all agree, a massively chaotic year but i have never consumed as much media before in my life, so i thought others might benefit from my slothery uh, connoisseur.... ship? yes, that. below are the books, comics, shows, and movies that got me through!

B O O K S .

the starless sea, by erin morgenstern - i loooove this book because it loves me back. it says: ‘oh, you’re a reader, well i have just the thing for you.’ it luxuriates in language and story and riddles and fairy tales and it feels like an entire library in a single tome.

they never learn, by layne fargo - oh fuuuuuck, this was satisfying. i thought it might feel a little exploitative as it is very aware of the zeitgeist and likely would not exist without the #metoo movement but it never ever did. this was a fucking ROMP, period. reading about a woman getting away with murdering skeezy guy after rapey guy after shitty human just made me happier and happier.

moonflower murders, by anthony horowitz - this is the second in the susan ryeland series (and the first was hardcore good fun too) and really feels very classic mystery with the artful twist of catering to the literary community. mainly because: susan isn’t a detective, she’s an editor and she gets drafted in this time because the clue to what happened to a missing woman is in a book she edited, if she can find it. both of the books in this series have such an excellent coming together moment that is rare af to find.

the invisible life of addie larue, by v.e. schwab - the writing in this is just so good. it has that feel to me where i just want to drop the book and open up my own page and let my fingers fly. it’s that inspiring kind of writing that reminds you of all the things language can do.

crown of feathers/heart of flames, by nicki pau preto - aaahhh, this series is SO FREAKING GOOD! why is there not more of a fandom for it, why???? it is so many of my favorite tropes all resting perfectly together to the point where you almost forget they’re tropes because they just so naturally evolved there. ugh, it’s just.... it’s so heart-bursty good.

.... number 5, part 2? raybearer, by jordan ifueko - this was just so original and i was invested af. like, what a brilliant idea though and an even better execution?? i loved every character and am so looking forward to the next in the series so i can get to know them even better!!

honorable mentions (sh*t i still liked a whole heckuva lot): you/hidden bodies, by caroline kepnes // writers & lovers, by lily king // i’ll be gone in the dark, by michelle mcnamara // the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, by joseph fink & jeffrey cranor // girl, serpent, thorn, by melissa bashardoust // a little life, by hanya yanagihara // the guinevere deception, by kiersten white // obsidio (and the entire illuminae series), by amie kaufman & jay kristoff // the bone houses, by emily lloyd-jones // house of salt and sorrows, by erin a. craig // we hunt the flame, by hafsah faizal // savage legion, by matt wallace // blacktop wasteland, by s.a. cosby // crier’s war, by nina varela // the empress of salt and fortune/when the tiger came down the mountain, by nghi vo // upright women wanted, by sarah gailey // the monster of elendhaven, by jennifer giesbrecht // a deadly education, by naomi novik // you let me in, by camilla bruce // when you ask me where i’m going, by jasmin kaur // the lights go out in lychford/last stand in lychford (and the entire lychford series), by paul cornell // the devil and the dark water, by stuart turton // serpent & dove, by shelby mahurin // one by one, by ruth ware // ruthless gods (this was SUCH an upshot from the first book - it’s worth sticking with if you’re on the fence), by emily a. duncan // cemetery boys, by aiden thomas // the inheritance games, by jennifer lynn barnes // the fortunate ones (2021 release), by ed tarkington

C O M I C S .

cosmoknights, by hannah templer - the art was gorgeous, the gayness was glorious, and just.... hot HOOOOOOOOT lady knights in space?! a princess winning her own hand? find something not to love in there, i dare you.

don’t go without me, by rosemary valero-o’connell - wow. wow wow wow wow wow. the writing was stunning, so lyrical and atmospheric and deep, and rosemary has to be one of my favorite artists but even that managed to come as a beautiful surprise because it was just so freaking bold.

through the woods, by emily carroll - i loooove emily carroll, the convergence of spine-tingling horror and art that feeds into it, that is both visually and aesthetically pleasing, is hard to beat! p.s. i also read beneath the dead oak tree from her this year and it was also a BANGER.

the impending blindness of billie scott, by zoe thorogood - zoe is someone that i just want to follow. she’s just starting and i want to be there for every single step. i love her art style and her ability to tell a story with it.

above the clouds, by melissa pagluica - this was so unique, and such a baller concept, as nearly half the entire book is conveyed only through the art and yet you’re never once lost, never once confused as to what any character is thinking or feeling. it’s a story within a story and only one of those gets words though they both are chock full of emotion!

um.... number 5, part 2? crowded, by christopher sebela - everything about this series is fun af. crowd-funded assassination and a hirable bodyguard who’s rated like an uber driver??? and the chemistry between the two mains is so great and gay!!

honorable mentions: monster and the beast, by renji // long exposure, by kam ‘mars’ heyward // fence, by c.s. pacat // invisible kingdom, by g. willow wilson // ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson // heathen, by natasha alterici // not drunk enough, by tess stone // giant days, by john allison // die, by kieron gillen // be prepared, by vera brosgol // ascender (sequel to descender, which is also great), by jeff lemire // the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north // bang! bang! boom!, by melanie schoen // gideon falls, by jeff lemire // life of melody, by mari costa // cry wolf girl, by ariel slamet ries // the tea dragon society, by katie o’neill // ptsd, by guillaume singelin // heartstopper, by alice oseman // solutions and other problems, by allie brosh // finding home, by hari conner // the magic fish, by trung le nguyen // something is killing the children, by james tynion iv // the weight of them, by noelle stevenson // spill zone, by scott westerfeld // skyward, by joe henderson // miles morales, by saladin ahmed

F I L M S.

parasite, dir. bong joon ho - oh it was satisfying, oh it was suspenseful, oh i had to watch some of it through my fingers but i loooooooved it. such a good story and so well made.

knives out, dir. rian johnson - okay, everything about this movie was amazing. every single character was fun as hell and i could’ve watched an entire movie about each of them. what a great fucking mystery!

blindspotting, dir. carlos lopez estrada - this made my heart hurt so damn much. what glorious writing, acting, and story!

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. celine sciamma - gooooorgeous cinematography, amazing chemistry, and such a soft, atmospheric film.

the farewell, dir. lulu wang - i cried and my heart felt so full and i love it so so much.

um.... number 5, part 2? someone great, dir. jennifer kaytin robinson - no part of me expected to love a netflix movie this much but it’s a love story that doesn’t get told that often?? the end of a relationship and the true love of friendship and i love these girls and i love jenny and nate’s broken relationship.

honorable mentions: eighth grade, dir. bo burnham // booksmart, dir. olivia wilde // midsommar, dir. ari aster // the curse of la llorona, dir. michael chaves // the secret life of pets 2, dirs. chris renaud & jonathan del val // jojo rabbit, dir. taika waititi // the invisible man, dir. leigh whannell // the favourite, dir. yorgos lanthimos // can you ever forgive me?, dir. marielle heller // troop zero, dirs. bert & bertie // ready or not, dirs. matt bettinelli-olpin & tyler gillett // brave, dirs. mark andrews & brenda chapman & steve purcell // the half of it, dir. alice wu // palm springs, dir. max barbakow // doctor sleep, dir. mike flanaghan // uncut gems, dirs. benny sadfie & josh sadfie // birds of prey, dir. cathy van // bloodshot, dir. dave wilson // the old guard, dir. gina prince-bythewood // enola holmes, dir. harry bradbeer // hocus pocus, dir. kenny ortega // always be my maybe, dir. nahnatchka khan // finding dory, dirs. andrew stanton & angus maclane // die hard, dir. john mctiernan

S H O W S .

black sails (2014) - this show, this shooooooooow. i cannot, it just makes me want to cry with how good it is. the characters, the EMOTIONS, the story, the plaaaaaan. like, the creators clearly had a plan for every single step of this show and it was a gOOD, GOOD PLAN.

the untamed (2019) - truly, cheesy good fun with one of the best gay romances ever. i love these characters and their relationships to each other and the way it glories in its own ridiculousness.

the righteous gemstones (2019) - one of the things that bothered me about my next choice (the ratio of female to male nudity) was so much more realistic in this one (i mean, we’ve all gotten five thousand dick pics and i know like three people? so the fact that there is so rarely male nudity in shows when there are tits everywhere..... no, how does that even make a tiny bit of sense?). this show was such great, wonderful, awful fun. they’re not great people and the show is under no delusion about that and it’s GLORIOUS!

the witcher (2019) - this was just hella fun, i loved the characters and the fantasy elements. i’m excited for the next season, it’s just entertaining swashbuckling through and through!

fargo (2014) - all of this was really very enjoyable with the through line being somebody fucks shit up and gets involved in something they really shouldn’t be involved in that’s going to swallow them whole. season one and season three were my stand-out favorites but they were all so violent, clever, and vicious!

um.... number 5, part 2? central park (2020) - um..... so many of the hamilton actors in a muscial cartoon drawn and written by the bob’s burgers team? WHAT ABOUT THAT DOESN’T SOUND AMAZING?! it was such a joy to hear daveed diggs and leslie odom jr.’s voices again!!

honorable mentions: schitt’s creek // the mandalorian // mr. robot // broadchurch // mindhunter // jack ryan // the good place // the end of the f***ing world // big little lies // elite // kidding // servant // letterkenny // curb your enthusiasm // i am not okay with this // ozark // buzzfeed unsolved: true crime/supernatural // you // runaways // dear white people // dickinson // brooklyn nine-nine // will & grace // 9-1-1 // dead to me // solar opposites // never have i ever // killing eve // what we do in the shadows // grace and frankie // avenue 5 // roswell, new mexico // the bold type // evil // tuca & bertie // impulse // the umbrella academy // watchmen // infinity train // corporate // search party // on becoming a god in central florida // a.p. bio // criminal: uk // the morning show // mythic quest // last week tonight // prodigal son // the great

#the starless sea #the invisible life of addie larue #the untamed #knives out #2020 favorites list!!#i tried to stick to shows i both started and finished in 2020 otherwise like schitt's creek and the good place would be in top five #same for comics #uh oh i've found the keyboard again

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kitkatisinspace · 3 years ago

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𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗰 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁

Hello stranger! Welcome to my blog and to my pinned post, in this case. You are probably reading this because you are stalking me or considering to follow me (if you are not you should consider it y'now?), so keep reading. Also if you see this on your dashboard this works better on the "web" blog I don't know how to say it. Like, when you go to the url.com that thing. So go, what are you waiting for?

I'll put a cut because this is infinite. I don't want you to be scrolling till death if you don't want to read. I recommend reading it though. Well, if you're already a mutual you don't have to.

𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓪

First off, you can call me Kat! I have my name in the blog title but anyway, it could be useful.

Any pronouns. I'm agender and I don't have preferences for pronouns, so as you like, I don't really mind.

English is NOT my first language, expect a lot of mistakes. I usually check a couple of times what I post, but sometimes I'm too lazy to do it. This post is the best example (I'm not checking and I won't do it).

I get bored easily. That's it that's the point.

I don't know what else to put here, I'm a dumb bitch. What do people even put on these? I'm just improvising, sorry.

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰

Surprise! I don't know how to draw, I don't know how to write and I don't know how to communicate with people! Have I mentioned that my English sucks? No? Well, there you have, then.

I can't be on two fandoms or like two shows at the same time (in this case), so don't expect me to post about anything else that isn't JoJo's. Also, expect tons of shitpost or me just talking about things that happen to me.

Every now and then I post something interesting, but not that much. My two most popular posts are an Araki drawing of Caesar and Joseph and a comment on TikTok about Stardust Crusaders and how fucking sad it is.

I used to talk a lot about DIO. Now I don't do it much, but just wait till I rewatch Stardust Crusaders. My gallery is filled with pics and videos of DIO, just you wait.

Caejose is my current brainrot, but I don't post much about it because I suck at headcanons. I think about old Caesar in Stardust Crusaders a l o t, but I just imagine specific scenarios, so that's why I don't post them (oh shit I just had a déja-vu).

I sometimes post about my dreams, when I'm not too embarrassed of them. I once dreamed with Abbachio poledancing, another one with Bucciarati and me in a jacuzzi and the last one I had I was hiding with Caesar in some secret place, I don't remember the context. My dreams are elite I don't care what y'all say.

I love tag and ask games, so feel free to tag me. I'm bored 80% of the day. If you like you can leave a random ask, I don't mind. Actually, I like random asks. Do it.

Also, I have like "sections" of my blog, like tags. "Kat draws" where I... post my sketches???, "Kat is mad" where I just post random stuff I'm mad at, "Kat kats"... I don't know what this is about it's me in my most pure state, that's why it's called "kats". I had to invent a verb.

If you see this tag ":]" on a post (most likely to be sth about DIO), hell is going to unleash on the rest of the tags. You can check it for yourself just by searching it on my profile.

Everyone is welcomed here and I want y'all to feel safe on my blog, unless...

𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽...

(I have to fix this part but it's 1 am I'll do it tomorrow ig)

If you are or support proshippers, this is not your blog, I'm sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here.

If you are TERF/rad-fem. I don't share your ideals, sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here either.

If you are or support pedophiles, racist, homophobic, transphobic people. Don't be an asshole please, open your eyes.

I want this to be a safe place for everyone and you are a threat to my goal.

𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

Well, you can skip this, this will be long.

I'm dumb af, you can notice in many of my posts but it's important to get this clear before starting.

I'm a minor. I don't mind adults interacting as long as they aren't weird and aren't mentioned in my do not interact. Thank you.

Sometimes I'm too friendly, but please do not misundertand my words. I'm aro and I don't want any relationship. Sorry if you're uncomfortable with how I talk, just tell me and I'll stop.

I think I'm funny but I'm not.

I don't know how to communicate with people. I don't even know how to do it in my mother language, I don't know what you are expecting from me. I'd love to talk to you if you want though, I just suck and I'll probably run out of things to tell after 2 minutes of chatting.

I vent sometimes, but just trivial things. I think I do not have any TW to put like, in the general blog. If it is one, I'll put it on the specific post.

I get obsessed over a specific series, anime or book and I stick with it for months. In that time, I can't watch any other series or anime that isn't the one that I'm obsessed with at the moment. Right now I'm on my JJBA obsession.

Also, I've just watched the anime parts. I would start reading the manga, but I'm waiting for the Stone Ocean anime release. I don't know if I could wait til then though.

My personality type is INTP in MBTI and 5w4 in Enneagram. I was True Neutral in Alignment but I did the test on January. I have to do the tests again. By the way I know this tests aren't 100% accurate but it's the unstoppable need to try to know myself that keeps me inspiring me to do them on repeat, don't mind me. Annnd because I'm too lazy to read all the personalities one by one.

I don't know if anyone wants my Discord, but here it is anyways:

sakima#2527

I usually forget things a lot so expect a bunch of "I was going to say/complain about something but I forgot what it was".

I had more things to put on here but I forgot so this section will be constantly updated.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝔂

Again, the unstoppable need to know myself. Here's my kinwheel:

If you don't know how this works, in the centre is my main kin, then medium or highkey kins and lastly, the lowkey ones.

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼

JJBA

Get my blood sucked by DI- Oh no I shouldn't say this publicly sorry

That's it that's the section.

Recommend books and songs thank you

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻

I think that's it by now. Thank you for doing it this far! Now, can we be mutuals? Or besties maybe? I don't have much to offer, but here is my visual representation:

If you want to know about my JJBA opinions search the tag #jjba 30 day challenge. I left it on day 6 but I'll continue soon. I promise.

Well, now's definitely over. I hope you see me as a cool person because that's my goal in life. Also, I'm praying for this shit to work well on my blog, this ain't Amino.

Have a nice stay! Thank you for making it this far. And remember: you're cool, you're loved and you matter. Take care of yourself please. See ya.

Kat out ;)

PS: If you read this, you have to follow me, I don't make the rules /j

#tag so i find this later

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