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you're cool with me? to the end! but let's never do this again. i'm happy to have you as my friend <3

[ID: 6 circular matching icons of tatiana slozhno and agent curt mega from spies are forever. the first two show tatiana (first) and curt (second) facing each other with serious expressions, both of them wearing leather jackets. the next two show curt (third) and tatiana (fourth) standing back to back, looking directly at the camera and aiming their guns to the side; curt is wearing a suit, and tatiana is wearing a blue dress. in the final two, tatiana (fifth) and curt (sixth) are sitting side-by-side, smiling at each other; tatiana is wearing a purple knitted jumper, and curt is wearing a grey t-shirt. all of the icons' backgrounds have been edited to be in black and white. /End ID]

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Vasily is an incredibly overhated character, and it's frustrating how little we actually know about him. Even in Nikolai’s own duology, we barely get any backstory on his brother. It’s as if Leigh Bardugo didn’t care to explore him at all. I get that he’s a side character, but he was the former heir to the throne of Ravka—we should know more than just his obsession with horses and whiskey. I wanted depth, flashbacks that showed him and Nikolai as children, insights into why he was so fixated on racing and horses. It's such a missed opportunity.

Do you have any headcanons about Vasily? What would you have added to his character, for example, to make him more developed?

Well, that's the thing- he's the former Heir to the Throne in books, where politics are just fancy setting you're not supposed to look at too closely.

We don't need to know more about him, because Nikolai said he'll give up the Throne to get rid of the responsibilities.

I quickly went through KoS², and there isn't really anything new- we already knew about his disdain for both peasants and (therefore) Nikolai, showing me specific examples doesn't add to his character much.

I would like to know how exactly was he shaped. Sure, he had nannies and tutors, assuring him of his specialness. Since he doesn't live in an American movie, he won't meet an insolent peasant to open his eyes, so those will treat him in a way that will only cement his belief they're inferior to him, but what about his parents? How much attention did they pay him?

He despised his father for his substandard dalliances, he bears no love for Tatiana for the same, especially since it results in a bastard clinging to him as if they were of equal standing. Is that an adult child's disenchantment, or were they never close? How did it impact his own love life?

What was he really up to any ordinary day? We always see him through Nikolai-coloured eyes, and even that way the text proves the view skewed. He didn't care about the poor, he wasn't interested in filth and grime of front-lines, that's nothing special in his position.

What was he good at?! How was he in all levels of politics? What has his stance on religions? Sciences? Trade? Heavy industry? Would he like trains?

What was he interested in aside from horses and ensuring everyone remembers HE is the Heir?!

As for headcanons- horses weren't just a way to avoid responsibilities, but Vasily's hyperfixation in a way.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hello as always lol,

I really hope you’re feeling better dear Nemo cause anxiety really sucks major. I’m popping in to ask you abt your OC Tatiana this time :

Do you think she would wear this cool jacket à la Jude Duarte somewhere ? I thought that it fitted within her vibe as of someone from the Homelands with her profile. And does she, bc of her background, might not allow ppl to feel entirely comfortable around her, wether she is conscious of it/ does it on purpose (like Jude) or not

https://www.instagram.com/p/C9IX5yNv_FF/?igsh=MWwzOG9wcG5kZ3Y4MQ==

Hope you’re having a good day,

Hello Anon

Hello hello Darling Nonnie!!

You are always so welcome here, please, do make yourself comfortable, while I fetch some iced coffee and some cookies

And thank you for enquiring about my anxiety, it means a lot.

I am feeling much better now, especially compared to a few days ago.

You know, I have had this for as long as I can remember, and I know that when it happens, all I can do is to just sit tight, find something that might help take my mind off everything and just log off until I feel better.

In summer is not so bad, tbh, but in winter it tends to get a bit worse (especially around January, it's just UGH).

But I am digressing! All this to say that I am feeling much better, and it means that I can now give your ask the proper attention it deserves!

So, onto your question regarding my darling Tatiana!! :D

Tatia's whole wardrobe is made up of mostly leather jackets and coats, and they can go from aviator-type jackets (like the one I drew her in here) or long coats (á-la-Selene from Underworld).

So yes, I can DEFINITELY see Tatiana wearing that particular jacket, and just walk around being all cool (but without trying, because that's just the way she is lol).

As for not allowing others to feel comfortable around her, you are SPOT ON on that.

SPOT ON.

You see, Tatiana herself is so convinced that she is more trouble than she is worth for, she makes it a point to do all in her power to just project this aura of hostility that usually manages to deter most people around her from approaching her, let alone befriend her.

After playing the game with Rumplestilskin for most of her life, she knows that there is nothing to be gained in getting closer to her, in one way or the other, so she truly is one moment away from just growling at people who gets too close (and good gods, the amount of time she had beef with Bigby about it because he tried to actually get closer to her, since you know, he is the Big Bad Wolf and all of that, but she is still like: Nah, man, you gonna get yourself kill if you interfere with Rumple. Eventually he would succeed in that, but trust and believe that it took a remarkable time).

Another person that actually managed to actually get close to her, despite the whole "I Bite"  façade is actually Robyn Irons, a witch from Santa Clara, but the poor girl cannot recognize danger if it looked at her in the face and had a Neon Sign on its forehead! 😂😂😂

SO YEAH.

there you have it! :D

Thank you for this ask, Nonnie! <3

I had fun focusing on Tatiana again <3

--Nemo

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[combatzoned]

Name: mariah may

Age: old enough

Do you like to cuddle?: absolutely

Can we make-out?: absolutely

A night in or dinner out?: dinner out, duh!

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: why not chocolate covered strawberries in ice cream?

What makes you a good Valentine?: because i’m perfect

Would you cook for me?: i wouldn’t poison you

Would you let me cook for you?: that depends what’s on the menu

tatiana holds the application, eyes scanning it with a smirk upon her face and an eyebrow rose. "well, well, well... looks like someone thinks they can keep up with me. you've got confidence, i'll give you that. a little bit of attitude, a little bit of mystery—oh, and a mutual appreciation for chocolate-covered strawberries in ice cream? Not bad." she taps her chin thoughtfully, weighing in the option before saying. "let's be real, i don't do boring. i don't do being crossed well either, but toni does have how you are treating her coming." she grins mischievously. "alright, gorgeous, i'll bite—we can spend valentines together."

[pier-carlo-universe]

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📸 tati & felix.

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

As with most men, Felix loves a good unflattering candid as well as pretty ones. (He thinks she looks beautiful at any angle and any time. Even mid-eating.)

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"You don't have to believe me for it to be true." That was the crazy thing about the truth. Not everyone had to believe it. "Me? Fuck yeah, 'course I have. You're looking at one of the bests there is." He smugly joked, although Oscar did think he was rather good at his job. "I don't have the highest record but at the end of the day, I don't have the worst one either."

" i'm still talking about it because i don't believe you , " tatiana replied , lowering her own beer bottle as she studied him , looking for any hint of a lie in his expression , but she couldn't find one . was he being honest ? she didn't take him as a fool . " tell me , have you ever planned a wedding that didn't end in divorce ? "

[lolawritesfanfics]

The After Party

Gif by: hils79

Genre: Idol!AU, 9th member!AU, angst, smut, fluff

Pairing: Mingi x female reader, reader x OC

Word count: I honestly don't know.🤷‍♀️

Content warnings/themes: Week 2 Coachella Mingi (yes, that is a warning.), reader is the 9th and only female member of ATEEZ, reader, her female friends and most of ATEEZ are in their early 20s, jealousy, hidden mutual feelings, confessions, someone almost gets beat up by ATEEZ(minus Mingi), slut shaming(from toxic "fans" and some guy), implied female masturbation, oral(f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex(Do NOT do this in real life!😡), multiple positions, spanking, Mingi is a nasty pervert, mention of panties, nipple play, pet names(baby, bunny), let me know if I missed or misspelled anything.

Y/n's POV

"What the fuck was that?!"

Oh boy.......how did I end up in this situation?

I guess I have to start from the beginning.

We finished our Week 2 Coachella performance(which was absolutely fucking amazing.), so I decided to throw a large after party with my ATEEZ members and my female friends to celebrate.

Before we went to the after party, one of my female friends, Denise, got me to wear a really gorgeous black floral lace corset dress, where the lace showed around my abdominal area, the dress really hugged and accentuated my curves which I appreciate.

"Hey Y/n, are you ever gonna get with Mingi or what?" Denise asked. "No, I can't, Denise. Mingi is my bandmate, if that was to ever happen and the fans and public found out about us, it would ruin our careers forever. Not to mention the amount of endless hate I'll receive, hell would have to freeze over before people would stop calling me a whore and a slut for existing." I replied.

Ever since I debuted with ATEEZ as the 9th and only female member, I have always been a target of hate, especially from toxic female "fans" who would comment awful things about me such as:

"She's nothing but a cheap slut with no talent."

"I bet she slept with all the other members in order to debut."

"She only got to debut because of her looks and sex appeal."

"The whore of ATEEZ."

Another one of my female friends, Mia, facepalms and shakes her head and says "Y/n, you care way too much about people think of you, those "fans" who post those hateful comments about you are just jealous of the fact that you're in the same group as the members, especially Mingi."

"Exactly, you know you want Mingi, Y/n. I mean, you talk to us about how you want to be dicked down by Mingi all the time, so why are you not allowing yourself to be with him? Besides, you can be in a secret relationship with Mingi, the fans and the public doesn't have to know." Denise complains as Mia nods in agreement.

In their defense, I do want Mingi, so badly my body aches for his touch. I cannot count the amount of times I fantasised about Mingi, I even touched myself and made myself cum to the (im)pure thought of all the unholy, depraved things I would let Mingi do to me so many times that I'm embarassed to say it out loud.

And being in a secret relationship with Mingi would be such a good id- No, no, no and no, I cannot and will not ruin my members' reputation just because I want Mingi to myself. We made it too far to just let it all crumble down because of my feelings.

As I shake off the thoughts of being with Mingi, Iet down my hair and put on styling mousse to make it more defined, then I do a smoky eye with mascara, an wine red ombré lip, lightly spray on my Black Opium perfume, put on my black stilleto heels on and call it a night.

"Y/n, you ready? Everybody's waiting for you!!!" Denise called as Mia did a come-here gesture for me to hurry. "Yes, I'm on my way!!!" I replied as I walked out my hotel room to the after party with Denise and Mia.

"HEY Y/N!!!" The rest of my female friends, Tatiana and Simone, greeted as they pull me, Denise and Mia in for a group hug.

"Why hello ladies." Wooyoung greeted. "Hey, Wooyoung." We greeted back. "You all look gorgoeous tonight."

"Thank you, Wooyoung." We all said as we giggled due to him complimenting us.

"Wooyoung, such a shameless flatterer, is he." Simone says as she shakes her head in pure fondness.

"He sure is, anyways what the hell are we waiting for, let's celebrate for Christ's sake!!!" Tatiana cheers as we all go to party.

"Hey Wooyoung, call the rest, the party is about to start!!!" I called him.

"Will do, Y/n. Yeosang! Seonghwa! Jongho! The party's about to start!"

90s and early 2000s pop, hip hop and r&b music booms throughout nearly the entire hotel as me, my friends and bandmates Wooyoung, Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho dance to our hearts' content in celebration of our week 2 Coachella performance. Then an hour later, Tatiana introduces me and the girls to this guy in our age range called Jason. "It's so good to finally meet you ladies, Tati told me so much about y'all, especially you, Y/n." Jason says as he gives me a lustful smirk which doesn't sit well with my friends and I, but me and Tatiana try to ignore it.

As the song Genie in the Bottle by Christina Aguilera comes to an end, Simone taps me on the shoulder and says "Y/n, if you need us for anything, we'll be at the door over there." while pointing at the door in the middle of the venue room where the party is taking place which is not too far from me.

"Ok. Thank you guys." I nod. Simone, Mia and Denise go on their way as she warns me "Be careful with that Jason guy, ok?" I nod, she smiles and follows Denise and Mia.

As the party goes on, I dance with Jason when he asks me "So how is it like with your bandmates, Y/n?" with that damn smirk. Then I reply "Oh, my bandmates are really great people to be around, especially Mingi. Throughout all the years I was with them, they always made me feel welcome, safe as if I've known them all my life." with a smile on my face at the thought of them. "Oh, is that so?" Jason tilts his head to the right with his infamous smirk and a jealous glint in his eyes, which obviously weirded me out but then again I try to ignore that.

As more early 2000s songs such as Promiscuous and Maneater by Nelly Furtado, The Way I Are by Timbaland and Gimme More by Britney Spears played throughout the party, Jason and I continue to dance together with our bodies increasingly pressing against each other, which doesn't go unnoticed not only by my female friends but with my bandmates Wooyoung, Yeosang, Seonghwa and Jongho as they looked at each other in suspicion and confusion at me and Jason. Dancing so closely against him doesn't feel right to me, however I try to ignore it in order to help myself move on from Mingi but it doesn't work.

Then Jason tucks my side bangs behind my ear to whisper softly "Can we take this to the pool?" I nod as he grabs my hand to lead me to the changing room where I changed into my glittery gold bikini while Jason changed into his swimming shorts. He then takes from the changing room to the outdoor pool with gorgeous pink and purple lights. We step into the pool, Jason grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him. "You've been really enjoying yourself, haven't you Y/n." once again with that smirk. I look down and nod with a forced smile as what Jason said isn't the truth at all in the slightest(not that he knows this, of course). Throughout the whole time I danced with him, all I could think about was Mingi and how I wished he was the one I was dancing with instead of Jason.

His notorious smirk soons fades away into a serious look on his face as he holds up my chin with his thumb and index finger to get me to look at him, he states " Y/N, I met a lot women in my lifetime and I must say, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on." "Really?!" I squeaked out with a stunned look on my face. Jason curtly nodded as he come even closer to me than ever before. He holds up my chin again as he turns to kiss me. My hearts starts to beat rapidly against my chest, I force myself to close my eyes as Jason leans in to kiss me.

Until I heard someone clear their throat.

My eyes shoots wide open as I turn my head to the right. To my greatest shock and horror, my heart hammers against my chest and my face goes pale as I see Mingi, face to face, with the most furious look in his face I have ever seen in all the years I've known him, with jealousy and lust in his eyes, along with Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, Jongho and all my female friends looking at me and Jason, shocked beyond belief.

"Y/n, what's the meaning of all this?!! Who is this guy?!! Hongjoong exclaims, pointing at Jason, who is confused and irritated at this whole situation happening here.

" I...I..." I stutter, not knowing what to do or say.

"And why are you alone in the pool with him?" Yunho questions, with a puzzled look.

San turns to Wooyoung and exclaims "How the hell did this happen?!" while pointing at me and Jason, who is becoming increasingly annoyed.

"Oh, I'll tell you. Tatiana introduced this Jason guy to Y/N and the rest of her friends!!!" Wooyoung exclaims as he points at Jason, then at Tatiana.

"Huh?!" Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yunho exclaimed, raising their eyebrows.

"That's his name? Tch, Jason." San scoffs which really pissed off Jason as he darts his head and glares at San.

Tatiana immediately raises her hands in defense and raised her voice. "Hey, hey, hey!!! I only invited Jason to the after party and introduced him to Y/N, Mia, Simone and Denise. I didn't expect him to try kiss Y/n!"

Jason becomes more and more angry as he fumed "What the fuck is this bullshit, Tatiana?!!" glaring at her in which she becomes visibly upset at his accusatory remark.

"Hey, don't you dare frown at her, Jason." Mia warns Jason as she wags her index finger at him with a stern glare. She turns to me and questions "Also, Y/n, why the hell did you go in the pool with him in the first place?!" "Exactly." Denise added, rubbing her temples in annoyance, as Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho and Simone nodded in agreement.

I look around, speechless as I still don't know how to go on about this situation I found myself in.

"Y/n, I think it's best we call this party off." Seonghwa states as Hongjoong curtly nodded in agreement.

"No." Mingi says for the first time since this messy incident took place, taking everyone, including me, aback.

"You can continue with this party, I'll take Y/n with me to my hotel room so she can explain herself to me about whatever this is." Mingi says as he take off his jacket.

"Y/n." Mingi calls out my name.

"Y-yes, Mingi?" I answered with a shaky voice.

"Get out of the pool, put on my jacket and follow me to my room." Mingi says flat out.

Jason snaps when he hears this, he gets out of the pool, goes up to Mingi to bark at him " Fuck off, you asshole!!! Find your own girl, I had Y/n first!"

Mingi scoffs and sneered at Jason "You think I give a fuck about you want?"

Mingi turns to me and says "Y/n, you have two choices now, me or him?"

Everyone, especially Mia and Denise, look at me in hopes I'll pick Mingi over Jason.

I wanted Mingi to myself for such a long time so, I no longer see the point in fighting my feelings anymore.

I take in a deep breath and reply,

"You, Mingi." as I get up out of the pool and go towards him.

Jason looks at me in an unimpressed, condescending stare and has the audacity to open his decaying mouth to say to me "I actually expected a lot better from you, Y/n. But of course, what is there to expect from such a cheap slut."

"Wow." I say as I look at Jason with the utmost unimpressed expression ever.

Everyone else screamed out "WHAT?!" in absolute fury at Jason's hateful comment towards me due to me rejecting him for Mingi.

"You lowlife bastard!!!" San roars as he charges towards Jason, along with the rest of the members.

Jason, now terrified, tries to run away but ends up slipping on the concrete floor towards the end of the outdoor pool porch.

"Mingi, take Y/N to your hotel room while we deal with this bitch made loser!!!" Hongjoong shouted.

"Will do, Captain! Y/N, put on my jacket and come with me." Mingi says as I put on his jacket. He grabs my hand and leads me to his hotel room.

Author's POV

"Oh, I'll make you regret saying that about Y/n." Yunho growls as he rolls his sleeves up.

"Me too!!!" Wooyoung roars as he clenched his fists.

"And the rest of us, you son of a bitch. Get him, boys!! Seonghwa yells, all of them ready to lunge at Jason.

Jason screams "NOOOOO!!!"

However Tatiana rushes to stop them. "WAIT!!!" she yells.

"What is it now, Tatiana?!! Wooyoung growls at her with gritted teeth.

"I have a better idea on how we should deal with Jason." She says.

"And what is the idea do you have in mind, Tatiana?" Jongho questions. "Yeah, how are we sure that your idea is better, Tatiana? Yeosang added.

"Mia! Denise!" Tatiana calls with a come-here motion.

"Yes, Tatiana?" Denise replied, with a confused look on her face, along with Mia.

"Y/n talks to the both of y'all about Mingi, right?" Tatiana questioned.

'Well duh, she goes on and on about him all the time, including all the nasty shit she would allow Mingi to do to her" Mia confirmed, which made all the other ATEEZ members raise their eyebrows in shock and curiosity.

Jason becomes confused as he can't hear what everyone else is saying as they're talking in hushed tones.

"She does?!" Yeosang and Simone whisper yells in shock.

"Yep, a lot of it involves hair pulling, manhandling and multiple positions." Denise confirmed.

"Well damn, this is news to me." Yunho chuckled.

"I never knew Y/n is so naughty." San smirked. "Anyway, Tatiana, what the hell has this information got to do with your idea?" Wooyoung asked.

"In Mingi's hotel room, he and Y/n could end up having sex, so why don't we force Jason to hear them fuck?" Tatiana whispers in Wooyoung's ear.

Wooyoung gleefully smirks at Tatiana's delightfully lewd idea. " You know what, Tatiana? You're a genius." he LOVED her idea.

"So what did she say?" Hongjoong curiously asked as everyone were all ears.

"She said we should get that loser to listen to Y/N and Mingi fucking." Wooyoung confirmed with a mischievious smirk on his face.

Everyone else, even including Jongho and Simone, giggled at the dirty idea. "I'll give you credit, Tatiana, your idea is indeed better than we initially had in mind." Hongjoong stated and winked at Tatiana, which made her flustered as a result.

"Jongho! San! Carry that dork up to the area facing Mingi's hotel room door. Wooyoung! Yeosang! Get a stable chair, really good duct tape and follow Jongho and San. Seonghwa! Yunho! You both look after the ladies in the party, ok?"

"Ay, ay, Captain!" Seonghwa and Yunho replied in unison.

"Hey! Who are you calling a dork, asshole?!" Jason yelled at Hongjoong.

"Oh, shut up, you idiot." Jongho spits out as he carried the pathetic man along with San.

Y/n's POV

Mingi and I finally make it to his hotel room, he closes and locks his door as I take off his jacket and put on the hanger next to the door on the left side.

Mingi looks at me and exclaims "What the fuck was that?!".

'What was what?" I asked as I dart my eyes left and right with a puzzled look on my face.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/n. You, in the pool with that Jason guy, that fucker trying to kiss you and you allowing him?! What the hell was that?!" Mingi seethed with jealousy, lust and desire in his feline eyes, which makes me throb with need in between my thighs.

"Mingi, I can explain!" I plead with him.

"Oh, you better explain yourself, Y/n and start explaining right goddamn now." Mingi ordered. "And I don't want to hear about what led up to whatever that was, I wanna hear WHY you were in the pool with that asshole in the first place." He added.

I take in a deep breath, clear my throat and decide to tell him the truth about everything.

"Mingi, the reason why I was in the pool with Jason is because I was trying to move on from you."

Mingi looks at me, confused and asks "What do you mean by "trying to move on from me"?"

I sigh and confirm his question "Mingi, I wanted you for a long time, I chose not to tell you because I was worried if we were together and the fans and the public found out about us, it would ruin everything we worked so hard for, not to mention how people would always attack me for ruining ATEEZ's reputation, especially yours. I felt I would be selfish and inconsiderate if I told you my feelings, Mingi."

Mingi walks closer to me and says "Y/N, look at me in my eyes." I look at him in his eyes as he lifts up my chin with his index finger.

"What if I told you...I want you to be selfish, Y/n?" Mingi purred in my ear with that deep, raspy voice of his that always makes me soaking wet.

"W-what d-do you mean?" I stutter, already trembling, feeling breathless from how seductively Mingi whispered in my ear.

"You said you want me, right Y/N?" I nod with no hesitation as his statement is true in every sense of the word. "If wanting me to fuck you senseless makes you selfish, then be selfish with me, Y/n. Because quite frankly, I don't give a fuck about what the fans or the public thinks of us, baby."

Mingi then crashes his lips against mine with a needy, desperate kiss as he pins me against the hotel door with my legs wrapped around his waist, leaving my wine red lipstick smudged, sending me into a state of bliss and ecstasy.

I knew Mingi would be a good kisser but goddamn.....he took my breath away.

As he wantonly kisses my jaw, he purrs in my ear "I'm gonna do all the nasty shit you've wanted me to do to you, all the things you said amongst your friends."

"W-what?!" I squeaked out as my eyes pop wide open, completely caught off guard by his dirty remark.

He chuckles with a lewd smirk "Oh baby, don't act so innocent with me. Did you really think I don't know how you talk about me with your friends? The amount of times you touched yourself in your dorm when you thought no one else was around?"

My cheeks burned, flustered at his confirmation.

"There's no need to be shy, Y/n. I think it's hot." Mingi coos as he cups my cheeks with his left hand.

He then kisses my neck, sucking, gently biting and leaving hickies on it, making me moan and whine as a result.

As he goes down to my chest, he takes off my bikini bra, showcasing my erect nipples.

"Goddamn, you have such gorgeous tits, Y/N." He then sucks and nibbles my left nipple. "Mingi!! Please.." I gasped. My body starts to heat up, I try to suppress my moans and whimpers by pressing my lips together as Mingi sucks on both of my nipples.

He leaves a trail of kisses from my chest to in between my inner thighs, where my arousal drips down to my legs. "I want to eat your pussy so bad." Mingi breathed out.

"Mingi!!" I cried out as he ripped my bikini panties off. "Don't worry, bunny. I'll buy you another set." I clenched around nothing at the pet name, Mingi takes notice of this. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He smirks. He then takes a view of my dripping, aching cunt, face to face. "My God, you're dripping, you have such a pretty pussy. I bet you taste so good."

He put my legs on his shoulders and latches on my throbbing clit with his wet lips, making me throw my head back against the door and nearly scream as a result.

I clutch my mouth shut, biting into my left hand, to keep my voice down as he sucks and licks my clit like a starved man, desperate moans and whimpers threatening to erupt from within me.

All of a sudden, Mingi takes his mouth away from my clit, leaving me all taken aback, confused and frustrated. "Mingi, wh-wh-why did you stop?"

"You fucking tease me by showing off on stage, touch yourself to the thought of me when no one's at the dorm, talk about all these things you want me to do to you to your friends and you hide those moans from me? Very rude of you, don't you think?"

The fucking audacity of this menace. I'm literally wet and horny all the damn time because his goddamn antics on stage, him grabbing his cock every 5 seconds, his deep, raspy ass voice that goes straight to my clit and so many other things I go on and on about, is this man for real?!

Before I even get the chance to go off at Mingi, he goes down to hungrily suck my clit, making me throw my head back against the door again and scream out loud in pleasure.

"Mingi! Please...please, pl-ease."

"Please what, Y/n?" He growls.

"Please keep going." I shakily moan.

"Then don't you dare hide those moans from me, otherwise neither of us will cum."

I quickly nodded, desperate to have my sweet release.

Mingi then continues his attack on my clit with his mouth.

My moans and whimpers start to fill up the room, I stroke his platnium blonde locks as he flicks my clit with his tongue, he moans into my throbbing bud. "My God, your pussy is so delicious, so much better than licking off your red panties."

No wonder I couldn't find my red panties anywhere in my dorm.

Perhaps, I should have been disgusted from Mingi saying this but it just made me even more needy and desperate for him.

Because of this, I drew closer and closer to my much needed orgasm, my moans becoming more high pitched and breathless.

"Mingi....baby, I'm so close, please don't stop"

"I won't stop, bunny. I promise" He breathes out as his sucks and flicks on my clit becomes much quicker and desperate.

Then I feel that oh so familiar knot in my stomach. "Oooh! Mingi, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please keep going."

My breathing become more uneven and labored, my bangs stick to my forehead in sweat as that the knot in my stomach becomes tight, so close to snapping.

"Mingi! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ooh!"

"Cum for me, baby" Mingi says as he gives one last harsh suck on my clit, looking into my eyes with the most lustful, ravenous gaze which pushes me over the edge.

"Mingi!! MINGI!!! Mingi-i-i-i...."

I breathlessly moan out his name as I come down from my high, he greedily licks my aching cunt clean of my cum, moaning as he tastes it.

"Goddamn, baby, you taste absolutely divine, even better than I've imagined."

He gets his head out of between my thighs, my cheeks burn as I see his face covered with my juices. I use my fingers to get all my nectar off of his face, he hungrily sucks my fingers as I put inside his mouth, groaning as he relishes in my taste.

Immediately after, he crashes his lips against mine with a hungry, needy kiss, I let him inside my mouth and have reign over my tongue as he puts my legs around his waist and carries me to the bed.

He lays me down on the bed, rolls me around so my butt is facing him. He grabs and kneads my ass slowly so he can have a feel of it, soon enough, I yelp in suprise and pleasure as he slaps each cheek of my ass, sending shivers down my spine. "You have such an amazing ass, Y/n. Are you ready for my cock, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm ready, I need you inside of me." I enthusiastically nod as I plead for Mingi. "Get on all fours, baby, don't put your head on the mattress, bunny." He orders as I obediently comply to him.

He takes off his belt, takes his huge cock out of his pants, making my eyes pop wide open in shock and worry that it might hurt or not fit. "M-Mingi, w-would it fit?" I ask him, worried and scared. "Don't worry, bunny, I'll make it fit. I won't hurt you, I promise." Mingi reassures me, rubbing my right shoulder. He then spreads my lower cheeks apart, rubs his tip, dripping of pre-cum on my dripping entrance. "Oh my God, you're soaking wet." He moans out. Slowly and carefully, he pushes himself into me, tears prickle in my eyes at the almost painful stretch. I roll my eyes a bit and let a choked moan when he's fully inside of me. Mingi gives me time to adjust to his monster cock.

"Are you ready for me, bunny?" Mingi groans. I nod, looking at him with pleading eyes. Not even a second after that, he slams his cock into me, making me cry out as a result.

Soon enough, Mingi's thrusts becomes more hard hitting, rapid and desperate, he moans into my ear, sending chills down my spine, making me even more wet than ever now.

I yelp and whine as I feel his bulge in my stomach and how Mingi's throbbing, hard dick feels inside of me. "Baby, you feel how hard I am for you? That's how you make me feel, you have no idea what you do to me. I wanted to...nnnnggh...to fuck you like this...ssss...for a very long time...aaah." Mingi desperately moans into my ear.

That alone drove me dangerously close to my second orgasm of tonight. Our moans and whines fills up the room to the brim as Mingi's thrusts becomes sloppy and hurried. "Oooh baby, please...sss...I'm so close, I need you to cum with me...sssss...I need to cum inside you, please." Mingi begs me, so needy to have his long awaited release inside me.

Immediately, the familiar knot came very quickly tightening rapidly, ready to snap. "Oh Mingi!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cum with me..ooh..now."

Mingi and I yell and whimper each other's names as we cum together, feeling his hot seed inside of me while soaking him with my cream.

I scream without any hesitation, tears of pleasure fall out my eyes, leaving my mascara running as Mingi pounds straight into me, not allowing me to recover from my precious orgasm.

"Mingi! Mingi, please, please, please."

He continues his relentless pace on me, both of us wildly moaning, too lost in the entangling pleasure to care if anyone can hear us.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum again, I can't s-stop, I c-can't control it." Mingi needily whines.

Soon enough, when that knot in our stomachs snapped, we came again together as I collaspe with my face on the mattress.

'MINGI!!! Baby-y-y...."

"Y/N!!! Y/n...ssss...baby"

Mingi rolls me around as we recover from our highs so I can look at him, face to face.

"I'm not done with you, bunny" He reminds me as he puts my legs on his shoulders. He look at me directly with small hints of lingering jealousy, lust, passion, desire and even love(?) when he states this "I'm going to give you what no other man can give to you, ever."

Suddenly, he once again slams himself into me, making me scream out loud again as I arch my back from his immediate thrust.

Our moans and whimpers freely flow across the room as Mingi beats up my slutty cunt once again with hard hitting, rapid thrusts.

"Y/n..ssss..tell me. Can that Jason bastard fuck you better than I can, huh? Mingi grunts.

"Nnn..no, he can't." I weakly moan.

"I can't hear you." Mingi growls out as he even further sped his thrusts.

"NO, NO, NO!! He can't, he can't, he can't!" I scream and sob out of pleasure as Mingi went even faster than ever before.

"Damn fucking right, he can't. You can't get enough of me nor my dick, look at how your pussy sucks me in, baby." He grunts, pointing his chin at my pussy. I lift myself up a bit to take a look, my cheeks burned profusely at the lewd, obscene view of Mingi's cock disappearing into my cunt.

"You wanna cum for me, baby?" He moans out. I rapidly nodded. "Then look at me in my eyes while I'm splitting you open, ok bunny" I nodded once again and laid back down on the mattress.

Mingi continues his merciless pace, loudly moaning as we both look into each other's eyes. The knot in my stomach start to develop for the umpteenth time tonight.

Mingi's moans soon turn into whines and whimpers as he's close to having his release. My head is full of him fucking me into the next century when he moans out "Y/n, w-would you-fuuuuck-be mine?"

I get a bit out of my daze when he says this "Y-Yours, as in?" I whine, not completely sure of his question.

"Y/n, would you..haah..be my girlfriend?" He breathed out. This completely snaps me out of ny daze. "Yes, yes, yes!! I would be your girlfriend." I cry out of pleasure and pure happiness.

Mingi brightly smiles at me accepting his confession. "Baby, I need you to cum with me, I'm gonna cum." He whimpers.

Our whimpers becomes more desperate and high pitched as the knots in our stomach are about to snap once again.

"Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming, cum with me at the same time." Mingi cries out.

"MINGI!!"

"Y/N!!"

We both scream and sob each other's names as we came down from our most intense orgasm ever with our foreheads touching each other.

We take a while to recover before we get up. Mingi slowly stands up to get a towel and a water bottle, he cleans me up with the towel and gives me the water bottle to drink off of. "Thank you, Mingi." I rasp as my voice is worn out from all the screaming from earlier.

"Anything for my beloved girlfriend." Mingi coos as he pecks my lips. "Goddamn, it feels so good saying that." He breathes out in pure bliss.

Suddenly we hear a strangled, muffled cry from outside Mingi's hotel room. "The fuck is that?" He questions with a puzzled look on his face as he gets up from the bed.

"Mingi, can you help me up, please? I can't feel my legs anymore." I call for him, reaching my arms out in his direction. "Alright, bunny, I'll help you up." He chuckles in fondness. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I walk beside him towards the door.

He opens the door and tell me why do I see Jason, tied down to a chair with duct tape around his arms, legs and mouth, with his swimming shorts on?!

Jason rocks side to side on the chair, muffled cried come out of him with a traumatised look on his face.

"What the fuck is Jason doing here?!" I exclaim, all bewildered by what's in front of me.

I hear giggles on right side of the corridor, me and Mingi go outside of his room to see Wooyoung and Tatiana snickering with their hands over their mouths.

"Which one of you came up with this?" I ask them, pointing at the mortfied man tied on the chair.

"Her idea." Wooyoung replies, pointing at Tatiana, leaving Mingi and I pleasantly suprised. "I thought it would be a good idea to get back at him for calling you a slut when you rejected him, Y/n" Tatiana smirks, shrugging her shoulders. "It certainly was, thank you, Tatiana." Mingi replies.

He then turns to Jason, still feeling humiliated after what happened (as he should be.) and fiercely glares at him. "You better know your fucking place, you asshole." He growls, still furious at Jason's verbal attack towards me from hours earlier. Terrified out of his mind, he rapidly nodded his head, shaking in his chair.

"Let's get going, baby" Mingi says as we walk down to the after party.

"See, I told y'all Mingi and Y/n would end up having sex, I mean, look at her makeup!" Tatiana giggles, pointing my face.

"Oh man, Tati's not lying, Y/n's lipstick is all smudged." San chuckles.

"And her mascara is all over her cheeks." Wooyoung snickers.

"She really looks like she's been fucked." Yeosang grins as the rest laugh while examining my face.

"Hey! Cut my girlfriend some slack, will ya?" Mingi replies in my defense, making everyone else stop dead in their heels and snap their heads in his direction, completely taken aback by what he said.

"Girlfriend?!" The Ateez members yells out in pure shock.

"Mingi......repeat what you just said." Denise says, stunned, as she and the rest of the girls come closer to us.

"Y/n is my girlfriend, we're a couple." Mingi confirms.

"Oh Hallelujah! The Lord has answered my prayers!" Denise shouts in pure delight as she raises her hands in the air.

"Well motherfucking finally! Took y'all long enough." Mia added.

"I'm so happy for the both of you." Simone beamed at the great news.

"LET'S CELEBRATE!" Tatiana cheers as she calls the Dj to turn up the music.

I smile ear to ear in pure, unadulterated joy, Mingi looks at me into my eyes with genuine love, he holds my chin to pull me into a loving, passionate kiss as the music plays in the background.

At this point, I don't care if I'm called the most deplorable of names anymore due to being the only female member or Mingi's significant other because I have him, the members, the rest of my friends and that's all that matters.

Happy (belated) birthday to @almightyddeonghwa and @callmeghostly!!!

Taglist: @jeon-ify, @ja3honey, @bunnliix , @itsnotmydejavu , @yourfatherlucifer , @holybibly , @beenbaanbuun , @whatudowhennooneseesyou , @shinestarhwaa

[messypasts]

"Yeah, of course I know that, I'm not some grandma." Wasn't Tatiana older than her? It seemed like if either of them should be getting jokes about being technologically illiterate, it should be older of the two of them, even if Linnea did chronically have an outdated phone that liked to act up. She was going to say she hadn't know that Tatiana was interested in comics, either, only to end up feeling heat crawling up her throat and into her cheeks at the bold statement about the Dora Milaje. Those weren't the kind of comics she meant, she'd actually never read a Marvel or DC comic, but suddenly Linnea felt too embarrassed to admit that part. "Oh, uh, yeah. It's things like Garfield, Peanuts, and uh, well, you get it. It's my dad, he used to read the comics to me on Sundays, he always got the paper, so I still like to look at them sometimes. But it doesn't matter, it's dumb, so! I also figured I could look to check out the real estate?" Talking quickly without pausing to take a breath, Linnea looked around before moving closer to Tatiana, flipping through the paper instead of looking at her. "You know how boss has that apartment building where he picks up empty apartments and gives them to families? I was just thinking, what about a motel or something for drop offs or laying low or something? Or is that dumb?"

Having spent the last hour wandering around the park, mostly just to kill time before she headed over to Bourbon and Smoke in a bit, Tatiana was finding it hard not to be amused as she observed some of the weirdos in the park. Most of the kids she'd passed had been adorable and friendly, but a few of the joggers could learn some manners. They were lucky she was in a good mood today, and that there were too many witnesses, so she'd let it slide as she kept on with her walk. That was when she'd spotted Linnea nabbing something from the trash, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion until the other woman spoke up. "You know you can pull the news up right on your phone now, don't you?" She questioned curiously, since she didn't know for sure if Linnea knew that or not. When she tossed out an excuse that Tatiana hadn't asked for, she just decided to roll with it. "I didn't know you were into comics. Guess that means we should spend more time getting to know one another." She quipped, and again, she had time on her hands so why not take advantage of it? "I don't know much about comics, other than the fact that I'd volunteer to go to Wakanda and let the Dora Milaje have their way with me, but what's your favorite comic or superhero or whatever? And aren't the ones in the newspaper like...the old school ones? I didn't think people still cared about those?"

[stromuprisahat]

I think the other anon meant that nikolai likes zoya because she reminds him of his mother somehow.

(post mentioned)

I wanted to say no at first, but a gorgeous woman, whose attention he longs for only to be treated as an adorable pet...

Of course, the reasoning is different and so will be the specifics, but yeah, it might be a part of it.

He even kinda grows to like Alina- a woman, who openly wants someone else- therefore is unreachable even though she shouldn't be (just like love of his own mother, or his subject when he's the ruling King)- and doesn't truly consider him a partner of equal standing (again- even thought he's officially a Royal blood, her own son, her King...).

Gods, he would really greatly benefit from turning out to be a deeply closeted gay (as some people already interpreted him since his first book) for the sake of all. At least it would spare him the temptation to humiliate himself further.

[flowerbloomsworld]

The Star of the Party

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: At Sophie’s birthday party, Jobe becomes the center of attention, charming the little girl and her friends. Between games and Lily’s teasing, an unexpected desire emerges.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jobe was sitting on the living room couch, scrolling through his phone while waiting for Lily to finish getting ready. They were going to her little cousin’s birthday party—Sophie was turning six that day. Sophie was absolutely in love with Jobe. She saw him as a prince charming, a giant and cool hero, and everyone thought it was adorable how attached she was to him. But the funniest part was that Jobe also adored Sophie. He always made sure to play with her and give her attention, which only made the little girl idolize him even more.

He was wearing light jeans and a white shirt—a simple combination, but on him, it looked perfect. He was naturally stylish, effortlessly. He was distracted, scrolling through his feed, when Lily appeared at the living room door.

"I'm ready!"

Jobe looked up, and for a moment, he just watched. The green dress highlighted her skin and eyes, her voluminous wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the light makeup only enhanced her natural beauty. Without saying a word, he stood up and pulled her close. His large hands rested on her waist, and before she could say anything, he kissed her.

The kiss was slow and deep, the way it always was when he wanted to compliment Lily without using words. Jobe wasn’t much of a talker—he preferred to show what he felt through actions. Lily felt her body heat up. His kisses always affected her, but this time, it felt even more intense. She slid her hands over Jobe’s firm chest, trying to push him away.

"If you keep this up, we're going to have to stay home," she said, breathless.

Jobe chuckled softly and, in his quiet way, replied:

"Then let's stay."

Lily laughed and lightly slapped his shoulder.

"Come on, Jobe!"

She walked toward the garage, and he followed, still with a little smirk on his face.

The drive to the party was peaceful. Jobe drove while Lily scrolled through her phone. As soon as they arrived, before Lily could even open the car door properly, Sophie came running toward him, her blonde curls bouncing as she screamed:

"JOBE!"

He barely had time to react before being hugged tightly.

"Hey, birthday girl!" He effortlessly lifted Sophie into his arms.

"You came!" she said excitedly, holding his face between her tiny hands.

"Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss your party, would I?"

The party was lively. Sophie made sure to drag Jobe into playing, and soon, other kids joined them. The contrast between him and the children was hilarious—Jobe was huge and muscular, while the little girls were tiny, wearing princess dresses and shiny crowns. At some point, they decided it was tea time.

"Jobe, sit here!" Sophie pointed to a tiny chair.

He looked at the chair’s size, then at the girls.

"I don’t think I’ll fit in there, Sophie."

"Yes, you will!" another girl insisted.

After much discussion, he managed to convince them to let him sit on the floor instead. Even so, the kids were fascinated by him. Sophie wasn’t the only one in love with Jobe at that party.

Meanwhile, Lily was chatting with some of her aunts, but they were also distracted by the sight of Jobe surrounded by tiny princesses.

"I never thought I’d see that serious boy playing tea party," Aunt Helena said, laughing.

"And look at how the girls look at him! I swear, they’re all in love!" Aunt Tatiana added.

"I don’t blame them… If I were their age, I’d be too!" Aunt Laura joked, winking at Lily.

"The real question is, is Lily ready to have one of those at home?" Aunt Vera teased.

"One of those?" Lily frowned.

"A baby!" Aunt Camila answered, laughing.

Lily rolled her eyes but laughed along.

A little while later, Aunt Helena, Sophie’s mother, called Lily.

"Honey, help me out for a second? Ask Jobe to grab that big box from the storage room. I tried, but I can’t reach it, and it’s heavy."

She walked over to Jobe, who was still surrounded by the kids, and crouched beside him.

"Girls, can I borrow Jobe for a second?"

"NO!" Sophie crossed her arms.

"He promised he would play with us!" another girl complained.

Jobe laughed.

"What’s up?"

"My aunt needs help. There’s a big, heavy box, and I can’t reach it."

He looked at the girls and said:

"I’ll be back in five minutes, I promise."

"But five minutes is too long!" Sophie protested.

"I’ll count to 300, and if you’re not back, I’ll come looking for you!" another girl threatened.

"Go ahead and count. I’ll be back before then."

He stood up and followed Lily upstairs. In the storage room, Jobe lifted the box with ridiculous ease.

Lily laughed.

"Impressive. You pick that up like it’s a pillow."

"It’s not that heavy."

She crossed her arms and watched him for a moment before smiling.

"Now you’ve got at least two more girls in love with you."

Jobe chuckled.

"And I want one more."

She frowned.

"What?"

"I want a daughter."

Lily fell silent, surprised. Instead of answering, she stepped closer and pulled his shirt down, making him lean in. Then, she kissed him. Even holding the box, Jobe kissed her back with the same intensity as always. But after a few seconds, he broke the kiss, put the box on the floor, and pulled Lily back into his arms.

The kiss deepened, became more intense. His large hands squeezed her waist, and Lily felt something press against her stomach. She smiled against his lips and whispered:

"Control yourself."

Jobe sighed, glancing down at his situation. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself.

Lily bit her lip and teased:

"When we get home, you can enjoy yourself."

He looked at her.

"That doesn’t help."

"Of course it does! I’m saying you can enjoy it later."

"That just makes me more anxious."

Lily laughed, satisfied with the effect she had on him.

After a moment, Jobe picked up the box and said:

"Let’s go downstairs."

Lily walked ahead, and he followed closely behind. He always said she had to walk in front of him so he’d never lose sight of her. They returned to the party, and Jobe resumed playing with the girls. But eventually, he was released and got to spend time with Lily and her family.

And when the night came to an end… well, he definitely made the most of his time with his girlfriend

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ♡

[feasibilities]

Doll | Thomas Shelby x Tatiana Petrovna x Duchess!Reader

Synopsis: Tatiana shares her lover with her new ally, Thomas Shelby. Warnings: FFM Threesome, Oral Sex, Dub-Con, Voyeurism, Age Gap Author's Note: If you can't tell, I love Tatiana and Thomas' relationship. Enjoy!

Your family’s union with the Petrovnas grew in the years prior to the Russian revolution. Business arrangements evolved into personal affairs. Your friendship with fellow Grand Duchess, Tatiana, was quite unusual. To her, you were a doll to play dress-up with. You were also the subject of her sexual exploration. Many nights in her suite were making you chase the same high over and over again. Now, she was ready to share you with the world. 

“Кукла, I have someone for you to meet.” Tatiana declared, taking your hand in hers. She led you through the crowd of writhing, nude bodies to a private room. Closing the door behind you, you were met with the presence of Thomas Shelby. His penetrative blue eyes flickered with curiosity when he noticed the sheerness of your gown. You held your hand out to offer a handshake—he kissed it tenderly instead. You couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or was done to mock you. You hesitantly sat next to him while Tatiana sat on your other side. 

“She’ll be spending the night with us.” She said.

“How old are you, dove?” He inquired.

“Nineteen.” You answered meekly. 

“Don’t be shy. He’s a great time once you get past the English cynicism.” She said softly. You gave him an inquisitive glance before looking back at Tatiana. 

“He’s killed more people than you could imagine.” She whispered in your ear. Feelings of unease washed over you.

“Fuck off.” He muttered to himself. Downing the rest of his whisky, he placed a hand on your thigh. Tatiana undid your gown and pulled it off your shoulders slowly. Feeling competitive, he kissed and nipped your collarbone. A repressed moan left your throat as she pulled your gown off your torso. Her soft hand found one of your breasts. He turned your head and gave you a consuming kiss. You managed to pry him off while Tatiana noticed the prurient look in your eyes. 

“She’s ready.” She whispered, kissing your shoulder. Fear had no time to register in your mind before you were looking up at Thomas from the bed. He stripped you of the rest of your clothing. He hastily shed his and climbed on top of you. You shot a worried glance at Tatiana as his large hands parted your legs. You grabbed his wrist to stop him. 

“Don’t bait me, doll.” He warned, kissing you once more. A prickly swelter possessed the lower half of your body which made you whimper into the kiss—he took the opportunity to enter you. Pulling away, he stayed still to let you adapt to the unfamiliar sensation. Soon enough, he was plunging into your velvety depths. Disquieting mewls began to fill the room. The bed met the rhythm of his thrusts as the headboard knocked against the wall. Occasional groans left him as he lost himself inside you. Tatiana was enthralled at the sight of him robbing you of the bit of virtue you had left. She was almost jealous at how reverent he was with you. Your first climax with him was a sight to see. It was violently beautiful with Thomas praising you until you returned to Earth. Tatiana was impressed but not appeased. 

“That was beautiful. I thought it was the both of us.” She said sarcastically, undressing herself. 

“I can’t fuck her brains out on her first go.” He replied, stroking your hair. 

 “Yes, you can. She can take it.” She argued, sitting in between your legs. Her dark brown eyes focused on you for a moment before her tongue lapped at your seeping heat. Thomas gave you passional kisses and kneaded your breasts occasionally. Tatiana began digging her nails into your thighs. 

“P-Please…” You sputtered, eyes fluttering closed. Your body shook in delectation as their actions grew more intense. The rapturous sensations were too much for your body to handle. You cycled through what felt like a thousand highs before they showed you mercy. 

“Good job.” She smiled from between your thighs. 

“He’s been patient. It’s his turn now.” You declared. In a bold move, you straddled him and watched his eyes light up. Tatiana wrapped her arms around you and nibbled on your earlobe. 

Sheathing yourself onto his length, you put your hand between her legs and pumped your fingers vigorously. Thomas was deranged by the gorgeous visual of you and Tatiana. You bounced slowly as his head began to swirl. His pupils swallowed his austere blue irises. Your moans began to harmonize with Tatiana’s. A thin layer of sweat made you glow. You realize this is the most vulnerable you could ever see him. After using a free hand to cradle his face, his large ones caressed your thighs. The three of you rushed towards your peaks like a train coming off the tracks.  

[guiltipanda]

I honestly don't understand the confusion about Tatiana stealing the bomb. Because it really is that straightforward.

This is a cliche that happens in movies all the time, as Spies loves to play with clichés. Why pay for something when you can just steal it? (Or kill the person selling it to you and then steal it.)

Also, Baron is (not subtly) portrayed as an idiot. Why not get the Russian spy who works for you to steal it to cause some confusion as to who actually stole it? They won't come after you for revenge then if you're deciding to let them live, or if they somehow get away. Even the American Secret Service assumed it was the Russians.

And the DMA was set up as the person purchasing the bomb, seemingly acting as if he were working alone, since Cynthia briefs Curt on him and not Baron, who is only revealed as the mastermind later. Even though if anyone had actually bothered to look into it, they would have found out that, apparently, Baron, the DMA, and Tatiana were all staying at the same hotel. (Again, Baron is an idiot.)

I really don't think they put all that much thought into it when writing that part, so no point in overthinking it.

The big thing that confuses ME that no one else seems to be talking about is....it's not just A Bomb. They specifically say, in the first scene with the informant, that it is a HYDROGEN bomb. That Baron plans to destroy an entire capitol city with.

The fact that Sergio, who is literally just some guy, has a HYDROGEN bomb to sell on the black market??? Is insane. (Forget even the fact that he carries it around in a fucking briefcase. I get it, it's a low budget musical, they're not gonna construct and wheel around a realistic looking hydrogen bomb.)

Also, whoever Sergio works for selling the hydrogen bomb, is willing to sell it to (as far as they're aware) ALSO Just Some Guy???? (Granted, a mass murderer, but also that kind of makes it worse.) Double insane.

so when are we going to talk about how poorly written the female characters are in s- *i am taken out mid-sentence by an offscreen sniper*

[muzaktomyears]

One to One: John & Yoko — ‘It was difficult to be married to him’

For his new film the Oscar-winning director Kevin Macdonald was given 25 hours of the Beatle’s unheard phone conversations, handed over by his son, Sean Lennon

In the 18 months between leaving the UK for New York in 1971 and their fateful move to the Dakota building on the Upper West Side in 1973, John Lennon and Yoko Ono lived in a small apartment at 105 Bank Street in Greenwich Village. It was there, lying with his wife in a bed made from a church pew, that Lennon, still only 31, came to terms with no longer being a Beatle. “I can’t believe I’m speaking to a myth,” a caller on a New York radio phone-in told the singer at the time. “Myth World or Myth Universe?” Lennon shot back. “I’ve been wondering exactly how the Beatles are as people,” another caller said. “Well, the Beatles don’t exist any more,” Lennon said. “I don’t wanna recreate the past. I wanna be me now.”

Moments like those fill One to One: John & Yoko, the new documentary by Kevin Macdonald, an intimate, moving and artistically fresh film on a subject that had seemingly been picked clean. “Is there any room for another Beatles film?” is the question Macdonald asked himself when he was invited to make a documentary about the couple. He had been offered access to restored footage of Lennon’s One to One concert at Madison Square Garden in 1972 — the last full-length show he played. Yet the Scottish director — who redefined the dramatic possibilities of documentary in 1999 with the Oscar-winning One Day in September, his riveting account of the massacre at the 1972 Munich Olympics — isn’t the sort to settle for making a bog-standard concert movie. Even one featuring Lennon, Stevie Wonder and Roberta Flack.

“The only way was to do something different,” Macdonald says. “You can’t just have the same old white men reminiscing about the time they met John in Greenwich Village.” He hit upon a brilliant solution. The period depicted in the film, the intertitles tell us, was one when Lennon and Ono were “mixing with artists and political radicals . . . and watching a lot of TV”. That new circle included the poet Allen Ginsberg and the activist Jerry Rubin, but it was the TV that gave Macdonald his stroke of inspiration, letting him build his film as a kaleidoscopic collage of what the couple might have seen on the box. The rise and fall of Richard Nixon, protests against the Vietnam War, neglected mentally disabled children at Willowbrook State School in New York and adverts for pasta sauce are intercut with moments from the concert and previously unheard telephone interviews.

Worried that his phone had been bugged by the American authorities — which it had — Lennon recorded his phone conversations, 25 hours of which were handed over to Macdonald by Lennon’s estate. “I feel like a student again,” Lennon says in one exchange, and living in the apartment must have felt like that compared with Tittenhurst Park, his mansion in Berkshire. Some of the conversations have a comic surrealism, such as Ono’s assistants’ epic quest to obtain hundreds of living flies for one of her art pieces. Elsewhere the lack of grandness is striking. Lennon gets through to someone’s receptionist and asks, “Will you tell him John Lennon called?” She replies, “Can you spell that?”

A thrill for Macdonald was presenting the One to One concert in its full glory, the sound remastered by Sean Lennon, the son of John and Yoko. The initial response to it had been “really bad”, the director says. “That was a big shock to Lennon and that’s why he didn’t do it again. Phil Spector was in charge of the sound in the auditorium and the sound for the recording and he totally f***ed both up.” The film also features shots of the Bank Street apartment, meticulously recreated by Macdonald’s wife, Tatiana Lund, a set decorator, who filled it with the correct books, records, guitar and amp.

Macdonald pitched the film to Sean, who had taken over control of the family estate from his mother, who is 92. “Sean said, ‘That sounds like something my mum would like: an art piece.’” The allusive documentaries of Adam Curtis were a touchstone, as were the two Life in a Day films Macdonald made with Ridley Scott using YouTube footage shot on the same day around the world.

“You’re not looking for logic, but an emotional journey,” he says of the collage approach. “Are there ways of representing the past which are more immersive than the normal talking-heads documentary, which allow the audience to make their own connections?”

An elegant 57, Macdonald comes from film-making stock — his grandfather was Emeric Pressburger, who with Michael Powell directed such classics as The Red Shoes and A Matter of Life and Death, and his brother is Andrew Macdonald, the producer of Trainspotting and 28 Days Later. We are talking in Macdonald’s office at 3 Mills Studios on the banks of the Lea River in east London, where he is in preproduction for his next film, The Runner, starring Gal Gadot. It sounds a lot better than Gadot’s Snow White.

“It’s unlike anything I’ve done before,” he says. “A mainstream thriller a bit like Speed — a woman has to run across London and can’t stop or somebody’s going to kill her child.” Macdonald, who was educated at Oxford, is one of the few directors to move with success between documentary and drama. He made his name in documentaries with One Day in September and the Bafta-winning Touching the Void (2003), his extraordinary account of a mountaineering disaster, before segueing to fiction with The Last King of Scotland (2006), for which Forest Whitaker won an Oscar for playing Idi Amin.

While making the Lennon-Ono film, Macdonald was struck by the parallels between the early Seventies and today. “An attempted assassination of a populist politician [the presidential candidate George Wallace], the first black woman presidential candidate [Shirley Chisholm], Gaza, the first era of environmentalism. It was like, ‘Oh my God, we’re living through some kind of shadow of that period.’”

Macdonald has experience with musical icons, having made documentaries on Bob Marley, Whitney Houston and Mick Jagger, the last of which was taken away from him by Jagger and re-cut. Macdonald had to watch it at a retrospective of his work in Brazil. “It was excruciatingly embarrassing. Every documentary since then I’ve had control over the cut, including this one.”

Sean Lennon proved more amenable. “He is incredibly conscious of the importance of his parents’ work, but I don’t think he really enjoys being the guardian of their legacy,” Macdonald says. This film, though, was an easy sell. “It’s not talking about affairs and drugs; it’s them through their own words, so there’s little to get upset about. Sean said he’d shown it to Yoko and that she liked it.” It helped that the film views events from her perspective as well as Lennon’s. “It becomes about how difficult it was to be married to him,” Macdonald says. “She’s trying to say something and he often cuts her off.” “Yoko, take your legs out of bed,” Lennon snaps at her during one TV interview at their apartment.

Ono’s reflections from that time are poignant. “I was considered a bitch; since I met John I was upgraded into a witch,” she tells one interviewer. “Some of [John’s] closest friends told me I should stay in the background. The whole society wished me dead. I started to stutter. I considered myself an eloquent woman, also an attractive woman. And suddenly because I was associated with John I was considered an ugly woman . . . because I took your monument away from you.”

Even more moving is the rarely told story of Ono’s daughter, Kyoko, from her previous marriage to Anthony Cox, an American film producer and art promoter. After Ono married Lennon, Cox vanished with Kyoko, who was aged eight at the time, changing her name to Ruth Holman and bringing her up in an American Christian cult called the Living Word Fellowship. Ono didn’t see her for 27 years. “I couldn’t bear seeing children,” she says in the film. They were reunited in 1998.

“The theme of the film is children and childhood,” Macdonald says. “You’ve got John talking about his own difficult childhood and being left with a chip on his shoulder, and you’ve got Yoko.” Hence why the plight of the thousands of children at Willowbrook, many of them with hepatitis and covered in their own faeces, struck such a chord with the couple, who donated the proceeds of the One to One concert to help them.

“These children are almost symbolic of all the pain on earth,” Lennon says in the film. There was more pain to come, but Macdonald ends on a sweet note with footage of a party for the Willowbrook kids and the birth in 1975 of a baby called Sean.

One to One: John & Yoko previews at Imax theatres on Apr 9–10 and is in cinemas from Apr 11

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[prolix-yuy]

Olive Branch

Pairing: Francisco Morales x F!Reader

Summary: If Frankie doesn't like olives, then what does he like?

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: T, alcohol consumption, mention of drug use, incredibly tame for me, hints of spice. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: I was challenged by @happypedrohours to write a story involving Frankie and olives, and what do you know, these are two of my favorite things! I was snickering to myself the entire time as the olive metaphor rolled out, but what the hell, we're gonna keep it in! Enjoy my friends, and Happy Pedro Hours!

Cross-posted on AO3

When it slides in front of you, you know it’s a good one. You watched the bartender make one at the end of the bar and it was just how you like it. Dry, cold, three olives on a hardy metal toothpick. You were practically salivating by the time you ordered your own and it slid in front of you, shining like the Holy Grail.

“Didn’t know you liked martinis.”

Head whipping around, you stutter out a laugh as Frankie slides in next to you. He perches an elbow on the bar, free shoulder coming close as the crowd tucks you into each other. Your eyes dart to his crinkled brown ones, then to your drink, and back again to distract from the proximity. His hand is tucked into his faded jeans, but it wouldn’t take much to cup your elbow or wrap around your waist. 

“On special occasions,” you quip, tossing your head at Will and Tatiana surrounded by your friends. She’s showing the girls the ring, the men clapping hands on Will’s back and making him laugh. The air holds the fresh taste of new beginnings.

“Never had much of a taste for ‘em. Just gasoline in a glass,” he replies. Your face must be ten levels of indigent with how quickly his eyebrows shoot up.

“Do I look like a car to you?” 

Frankie’s eyes twinkle, and it flips your stomach.

“Definitely a hot rod.”

You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. He’s never serious, after all. He likes to ply you with compliments just short of flirty and leave you high and dry at the end of the night. The first time it stung so hard you didn’t go out with the boys for weeks. 

“He’s just a little fucked in the head, don’t take it too personal,” Santi told you when he finally wrestled the reason for your absence out. “Can’t stop chasing anything messy with two legs. Last girlfriend was a cokehead, even worse before that. He likes ‘em pretty and crazy, and he bags ‘em left and right. They always leave him worse for wear.” Santi’s eyes narrowed over his knowing smirk. “So now you like him?”

“Fuck no,” you spat out, arms folded tight. “I don’t deal with boys who play games.”

Yet here you are, again, with Frankie, ready to roll the dice yet again. At least he doesn’t know you’ve still got a soft spot for him ready to land.

“I’ll ignore the fact that you called Hendricks gasoline,” you scold, sliding your gleaming prize closer on its soggy black napkin. “There’s also vermouth, and olives.” You take a sip, the warmth of the gin and sharp salt of the charcuterie mainstay sweeping across your tongue. Frankie’s eyes drifting down to your lips on the rim of the glass.

What a cocktease. At least most men who eyefuck you actually follow through.

“Shaken, not stirred?” he quips in a rough approximation of a Scottish accent. You snort, instantly regretting it as the burn of brine and alcohol decimates your sense of smell. Trying to hide it under a tiny cough, Frankie’s face turns to the bar.

“Not much of an olive guy either, so you're 0 for 3 on convincing me.” 

You don’t know why, but your stomach sinks briefly as you gingerly twist the glass stem between your fingers. 

“Perfect, more for me then,” you shoot back brightly, but he looks back a fraction too soon before the disappointment flits away. 

“C’mon, you know you were never gonna change my mind,” he teases, jostling you with his shoulder as he motions for the bartender. 

“Never said I was,” you add absentmindedly. 

Frankie will never be an option. He’s made it clear time and time again that he doesn’t choose you. But sometimes, when you let your mind drift, you think about how it could happen. Some dark room where he finally finds something he’s been looking for. The brushing of noses and near-misses before one of you finally acts and you’d know what his lips feel like. Then he would lick into your mouth and his flavor would dance with acidity and botanicals on your tongue and he’d moan at how good you taste.

But he doesn’t even like olives. Or you.

Frankie’s drink is a golden lager, malt rising to your nose. You like beer too. You like a lot of things. You could sit at this bar and talk about your favorite drinks for hours. You’re not just the martini girl. You’re so much more. 

You need some air. Your daydreams are getting in the way of enjoying the night and Frankie’s none the wiser, so best keep it that way.

“I’m gonna bring my gasoline olives back to the party,” you say, ducking out from Frankie’s body without waiting for a reply. Maybe catching a glimpse of surprise, you strut back to the girls. The warmth of their excitement and enthusiasm reinvigorate your tight throat. 

Your drink dwindles slowly, savoring the clean flavor and crushing the olives one by one between your teeth. One of the girls tries the dregs of your glass and wants one of her own, so you weave back to the bar so you can help her order. A holler rises from the boys around Will, and when you look you catch Frankie’s face again. He’s all beaming smiles, eyes barely visible from behind his crows feet and gleaming teeth. He catches your eye and his smile softens, and over the din of the bar he mouths “you good?”

You nod. Of course you are. What would Frankie know about that?

The drinks come, followed by cheers and hums of contentment. You will definitely be tipping well tonight. Before you can make it back to the group Benny cuts off your path, swooping one arm behind your back and your free hand into his. 

“No no no, Benny, I’ll spill!” you shriek, feeling the telltale wetness of a sloshed drink over your fingers. “Shit, I think I got it on the back of your shirt…”

“Ah, I’ve had worse,” Benny says, mock-dancing with you to the barely audible music. 

“How’s Will?” you ask, leaning over his shoulder to snag a healthy sip of the martini. Now a more manageable level, you let Benny lead you away from the bar.

“So in love it makes me sick.” You raise an eyebrow. “In a good way!” he adds, turning you so the man in question is visible. Tatiana’s tucked under his arm, and his mouth drifts to kiss the top of her head.

“You know what, I get it,” you agree, the both of you snickering as the tempo of the music changes. It might be a Hozier song? It’s hard to tell over the babble of voices.

“How are you?” he asks, feigned innocence a red flag flicked in front of your eyes.

“Peachy. Why?”

Benny’s hand squeezes yours in a soothing rhythm.

“Hey, don’t bite my head off. Fish mentioned you seemed down. Something about olives?”

The flash of heat rocketing to your face has to be combatted, so you choose comedy.

“Oh yeah, the fact that they never give me enough in my damn drink. Could drive a woman to tears!” Your put-on mid-atlantic accent doesn’t sell it. Benny chews on the inside of his cheek before leaning to bring his mouth to your ear.

“I know you’re gonna tell me to fuck off…”

“Then you don’t have to say anything.”

“...but you and I both know this ain’t about olives.”

You lean back, jaw set and eyes cool.

“You’re right. It’s about absolutely nothing.”

“Hey…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Benny lets go and you down the rest of your drink. It burns and you hate yourself for it, but it feels good to let liquid frustration carve through the center of you. 

“It’s late, and bar snacks aren’t gonna soak up the hangover I’ll have tomorrow. I’m gonna say bye to Will and Tatiana, get a cheeseburger, and go home.” Benny puts his hands on his hips, blue eyes filled with a brotherly care you know better than to try and tamp down.

“And it’s not about olives?”

Plucking the toothpick full of metaphor out of the glass, you point it at him.

“It’s not about olives.”

Benny relents, and walks you over to the happy couple. Promises of more drinks and a bachelorette party are half shouted before you pick through the crowd and exit the front of the bar. 

The air is just starting to get cool, alcohol thrumming in your blood. You love the way a martini buzz feels, your mind crystal and your body sharp as glass. It’s different from the smoky haze of scotch or the sluggish thudding of beer. Martinis make you diamond.

Which is why you notice Frankie immediately upon his exit, even though you can tell he wanted to go unseen for a few moments longer. He fumbles his hands into his pockets, ambling up to stand beside you while you glare at the Uber app.

“Got a ride coming?” 

“Eventually.”

He nods and stares at the toes of his boots, which you observe surreptitiously. The progress bar keeps filling and emptying as the silence stretches. 

“I’m sorry for shitting on your drink.”

You can’t help but snap your face to him, eyebrows raised.

“I sure hope you didn’t shit on my drink.”

The poor choice of words quirks the corner of your mouth as Frankie tries to recover.

“Jesus Christ, I mean…you know what I mean! I didn’t mean to be a dick,” he says, now contemplating the sky with resignation. There's still a fight in you, but you try to meet halfway.

“S’all good, I shit on your terrible beers all the time. We’re even.” You glance back at the app and shut it out of frustration. You’ll try again in a minute. 

“I don’t hate olives, either,” he rushes out. You roll your eyes, shoulders slumping. God, could they just let this go? You’re embarrassed enough about it. Before you can make another joke, another deflection, he barrels on.

“To be honest, I’ve never tried…olives. I see them all the time - at parties, at the bar, at friend’s houses - and there always seems to be some reason not to try them. I’m always having something else, or just had something, and I don’t want to…I’m afraid if I try the olives, I’ll really like them. And I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens. And that’s been scaring me off from even trying.” 

Frankie looks up at you, mouth parted and brow furrowed, as realization rises slow and fizzy.

“Because I think I could really, really like them. Enough that I’d want them all the time. But I’ve never had anything like that before. And I don’t want to hurt the…olives.”

Your heart is thudding in your ears, lower lip close to a betraying tremble before you force it between your teeth..

“You don’t want to hurt…the olives,” you parrot back and Frankie sighs, lifting his cap enough to rake his fingers through his hair before resettling it. 

“Fuck it, you know what I mean, right? It’s not about…it’s not about the fucking olives,” he says, and one of his hands wraps around your shoulder. It’s hot and strong and your chest swells at the touch.

“If it’s not about the olives,” you say, tentative, voice dropping into a lower register. He’s closer, almost as close as in the bar, thumb worrying back and forth over your shirt. “Then why don’t you show me what it is about?”

You expected more hesitation, but with that permission he lunges for you, cupping your face with both hands as he crashes your lips together. It’s fast and messy, teeth pressed against your lips and his tongue slipping in to taste. He groans and your knees go weak, head spinning worse than any drink could hope to do. You clutch the lapels of his canvas jacket and pull him closer, sweeping strokes of your kiss filling your mouth with bitter hops. With a lurch he pulls back.

“M’sorry,” he mumbles against your lips, but he continues to clutch at you, arm banding around your waist to keep you snug against him. 

“For what?” you tease, sliding your nose along his proud profile. 

“Takin’ so fuckin’ long.” His teeth graze your jaw lightly, heat pooling in a place that’s demanding a more private location for proper penance.

“I think you owe me a lot more than one very good kiss, after everything you’ve put me through,” you contemplate, his grip tightening. 

“Still waiting for your ride?”

Your fingers wander to the nape of his neck, and his curls are just as soft as you imagined.

“No.”

A gentler kiss follows, broader, somehow still able to make your head spin.

“Good, you’re coming home with me so I can properly apologize.”

The next morning as Frankie opens his front door for his breakfast delivery, he finds a pristine jar of olives resting on his welcome mat. The scrawled note - better start getting a taste for these! - is clearly in Benny’s handwriting. The memory of your body, soft and sleeping in his bed, pulls him back inside. 

After everything that got him here, he could learn to like olives.

END

"This is where righteousness ends It’s a relief to wave this overdue white flag and My blind spots have tortured you enough How much salt could I pour in To think that I called myself a friend."

Alanis Morissette, Olive Branch