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celestialking · 2 years

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Simply curious

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Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: afab, double pen, humiliation, squirting, light degrading, dumbification, size (belly bulge), overstim, implied dacryphilia, mentions of worship/devotion, a smidge of possesive behavior,

You should do harddom!Dream XD x sub!fem!reader x softdom!Geroge HD, they want to know what it feels like so they ask their contact (?) but XD degrades her and HD praises her, XD going hard and HD being gentle.

DreamXD and GeorgeHD sharing reader maybe double penetration for afab

A/n: i combined these, hope you don’t mind :)

You always had bitten off more than you could chew which led to some rather dangerous scenarios. It always worked out in the end however, so you never complained. This time was different though. This time you had played yourself right into the hands of two equally possessive gods. For the most part they wanted your company and undying attention. That would be easy, right?

You had just been tending the crops in your greenhouse when you felt the presence of one of them.

"Hello pet," It was HD; the god lazily draped himself against your back, leaning over you.

He had become more and more clingy recently with no apparent reason why. You hummed in response, feeling as his hands lingered on your waist.

"I was thinking of something else we could do today," HD said softly, his fingertips trailed your sides drawing an involuntary shiver from you.

"Like what?" You set down your watering can.

"Something new, something I've seen mortals indulge in," his lips brushed your neck.

You sucked in a sharp breath. "Show me,"

He whisked you away to your bedroom, laying you down among the sheets.

"You consent of course, yes?" HD asked above you. This confirmed your suspicions of what he wanted. You nodded shyly looking away. "Ah, pet. I'd like to hear that beautiful voice of yours," he cooed, tilting your face back to him.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Perfect," his fingers gripped your pants tugging them down. "So perfect," he hummed, admiring you. When the clothing covering your lower half had been discarded; HD grasped your thighs pushing them open.

"You um- do you need any pointers," you asked before his head dipped down.

"My sweet pet, I know everything, I just simply want to experience it,"

The god wasn't lying when he said he knew. His tongue flicked over your clit as he began to eat you out with expertise. In that moment HD didn't seem to care that he had let go of your thighs, which immediately clamped around his head, for he only cared about the cries and sinful noises you let out. Each one filled him with a burning desire to continue until your voice died out. It should have been expected that you'd have an otherworldly orgasm with a god between your legs; what you weren't expecting was for him to continue after it.

You tried to ground yourself, burying your hands into his hair, tugging lightly. It seemed your activities attracted another individual who was curious what the other had gotten tangled up with.

"GeorgeHD," an unimpressed voice echoed in your room. You could feel HD smirk against you.

"Hello XD," HD murmured, pulling away.

His chin and lips were covered in your slick. You felt hot under the other God's stare.

"I thought we agreed to ask together," he snapped his fingers and the image of your bedroom melted away. You now recognized your surroundings to be XD's realm.

"I couldn't help it XD they're addicting,"

This was the God's bedroom, soft sheets beneath your fingertips. You wouldn't mind being in the bed of a god more often. HD was pulled off the bed by a slightly irritated XD who took his spot. His eyes were bright green, something that would send shivers down your spine if they peered at you from the darkness. They held you in a trance.

"You'll be good for me won't you dove," XD grinned as he slowly tugged the rest of your clothes off. You nodded your head still in disbelief that this was happening. You were sure he could feel you trembling in excitement.

"Now XD," HD cooed. "She isn't just your little disciple," his hand turned your head gently to glance at him. "We share her, don't we pet?" You nodded once more, making him grin.

XD huffed softly. "You weren't wanting to share earlier," he muttered.

"I was just enjoying a treat," Both god's stared at each other. A warning more than anything, but they quickly put that aside when they remembered what they were doing.

"It's only fair that i get the first turn,"

HD slyly grinned at the other's statement. The god was planning something, you just knew it.

"Focus on me little dove," XD whispered, fingers pressed into you stretching you for something much larger. His fingers were thick already filling you more than your own ever could. Your hips pushed down as you whined making him chuckle.

"Greedy little thing aren't you," XD spoke, pulling his fingers out. "Don't worry angel, I have something much better for you," XD sat up making you come with him.

You weren't sure when either of their clothes disappeared but that didnt matter now. He positioned your hips above his cock, the tip pressing against your hole. Slowly you sunk down on him, XD chuckling as you realized he was bigger than you thought. You were fucked dumb by the time you were seated prettily in his lap.

"What a pretty little dove, so warm around me," XD seemed to shiver a bit. HD watched patiently. XD was rearranging your insides and he wasn't even moving. His cock sat perfectly filling you.

XD gripped your hips tightly. You may have been riding him but he was completely in control. His hands dragged you up and down on his cock harshly. You grasped onto his forearms crying out. It was the only noise you could make. Your mind was too fuzzy and thick with pleasure to focus on anything other than the way he drives his cock into you. His perfect angel sitting right where you belong.

HD tried to ignore the burning need to pull you away from him. He tried not to let his possessive streak take over him, a trait they were both known for, but it was difficult.

"I want a turn," HD snapped. Before the blonde god could argue he offered a counter deal. "She could take both of us, couldn't you pet?" XD didn't like sharing but he couldn't deny the pure excitement that shot through you had him curious enough to try. "Would you want that? Both of your gods filling you?" HD questioned.

"Please,"

"What a filthy little angel we have. One cock was not enough for you?" XD teased as HD moved closer. He adjusted you to lay chest to chest with him.

"Now now XD play nice," HD cooed, the tip of his cock pressing at your already full hole. "They're being so good for us, it's only fair they get a reward,"

HD was gentle as he pushed in. If you thought you felt stuffed with XD now you were surely stuffed. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably as he bottomed out. Both of them fit snugly in you. Your arms shook, holding your body from fully collapsing on XD's chest.

"Look at that dove," he chuckled. "We barely fit," slowly he thrusted making the slight bulge you could see move. "We won't break you though, at least- not too much," then they both were moving.

The two different paces had your head spinning. XD was pounding into you roughly as HD thrusted sweetly into you. Both of their thrusts sending jolts of hot pleasure running through your body. It was barely any time before you squirted on their cocks. It was almost too much for any regular mortal to handle. Your head leaned back against HD. Both of them could see the tears of overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation stream down your cheeks.

"Have you gone dumb on our cocks?" HD grinned, pushing two of his fingers in your mouth, the others resting on your jaw. Your voice was almost gone from the amount of crying out and noises of pleasure that ripped through you.

"That's okay, let your gods do the thinking for you. So pretty, so pliant. Letting us do as we please, what a good angel. We'll take good care of you as we feed our curiosities,"

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slightlymore · 3 years

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remote control

fem reader x kun x doyoung x ten

genre: smut, pwp, some crack because 96 line duh

warnings: 4some and everything regarding that,,, unprotected, cum play, toys, overstimulation, masturbation, fingering, oral, little slaps to the coochie and thighs, grinding, anal ahem let’s go

idk what spirit possesed me while writing this 😳😳 don't take me accountable it was not me I swear ✋✋✋absolutely not for the faint of heart

vibe: they give you some birthday cake :)

words: 3.8k

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Ten groaned after he put a foot in the candle-lit living room.

"Y/N, when you invited me for dinner I didn't expect to see the faces of those two idiots as well."

Doyoung, kneeling on the soft carpet in front of the tv, rolled his eyes while Kun furrowed his eyebrows offended.

You patted Ten's shoulder with a giggle.

"It's a festive dinner, the more, the merrier."

"I hate to say that Ten's right, because he's never right, but I also thought this was a romantic duo escape," Doyoung finished arranging his presents in the dedicated spot as if it were Christmas and sighed.

"Well,” Ten took a chip from the bowl in front of Doyoung, “I see that we share one brain cell. Is that the good shirt Kun? The one that shows off the pecs?" Ten teased the older who scoffed.

"Do you know how cold it is?" he eyed Ten's exposed chest as he had three open buttons.

Doyoung snorted.

You bit your lower lip to not giggle again then clapped your hands once as to get their attention.

"No fighting for one night. Please? The food will be here soon."

"Wait, you didn't cook?" Ten placed his gifts on the coffee table.

You shook your head and he chuckled, high fiving you.

"What are we doing in the meantime? Movie?" Kun sat on the couch, staring at the way Ten didn't let your hand go for a few more moments. "Come sit here," he continued, patting the spot near him, "you said you were very tired."

You sighed and fell on the couch, the sudden movement making Kun wobble so he grabbed your thigh to sustain himself. He considered it a very comfortable armrest since he didn't show any desire to take his hand away.

"We can open the gifts," Ten sat on the ground in front of you with a wiggle of the eyebrows.

Doyoung whined dramatically. "But it took me so much time to arrange them aesthetically."

"No one cares about yours. Y/N, open mine," the younger smiled excited, his smirk making you chuckle once and you accepted the gift he was extending you.

"What's this?"

Doyoung brought his gifts along and sat on the other side of the couch, his shoulder rubbing on you when he tried to find a more comfortable position.

"Open it and you'll see," Ten murmured.

The box under the wrapping paper was foreign to you so you shook it a few times. Kun frowned trying to read better and Doyoung gasped after a few moments of blinking.

"Ten? Is this a vibrator?" you finally asked when your hand wrapped the pink toy.

Ten laughed at your reaction and took the object from your hands.

"Happy birthday. It's a remote vibrator," he explained happily. "You can control it with your phone. Remember when you told me about how it's hard for you to change speed on your vibrator in certain positions? Since it's hard to reach?"

Kun and Doyoung shifted on their seats at his words and you felt your face burn. "Ten! That was confidential," you grabbed the toy back and shoved it into its box.

"Make sure to try it. If you need help to understand how it works I can help you," he winked and you couldn't help but giggle a little.

"Well, now you have to check mine," Doyoung disrupted the moment by shoving his box in your arms instead.

Ten leaned back on his hands with a grin, so sure of his gift being the best one that he choked on air at the sight of the white delicate material in your hands.

"Oh, Doyoung! It's beautiful!" you touched the lingerie with your fingertips before lifting it, looking at the way the light could easily pass through it. "I hope it fits."

"It will," Doyoung was proudly smiling at you, probably patting himself on the shoulder in his head.

"Doyoung keeps staring at your ass so he probably knows your size but I won't believe it will fit until I see you in that myself," Ten passed his tongue on his lip and you rolled your eyes positively amused.

"Ten, stop being horny challenge," Kun murmured.

"I can let you see her in my gift if you let me also teach her how to use the toy," Doyoung offered a deal.

"Uhm? Guys? I'm right here?"

Ten and Doyoung ignored you, deep into their stares battles until Ten smiled slyly as if they silently came to a compromise by themselves.

"Y/N? What do you seriously think about that?" he locked eyes with you, the heaviess of that suggestion making a lump form inside your throat.

"Model that for us?" Doyoung whispered on your side. "We just want to make sure it fits," he raised his palms, no sly intentions - he meant.

Passing the occasion to fuck your hottest friends on your birthday? You were all heated up at the thought and you did want to hide away, but their hungry eyes gave you courage.

So you shrugged, faking nonchalance. "Okay."

The guys let out surprised sounds and Kun's hands on his gifts tightened, making the packet crinkle.

Doyoung sat up from the couch and Ten followed suit as if needing to move. The sudden change of air made your hair swoosh and you chuckled before noticing Kun's gift.

"Oh, right," you tried to take it but Kun was quick to pull it away.

"It's not for me?" you blinked at him a few times.

"Uhm," Kun sucked the air through his teeth.

"Oh? Kunnie is embarrassed that his gift is very PG? Did you buy socks?" Ten teased him, the hot pink toy already in his hands making his image even wilder.

"Come on, Kun," you smiled. "Whatever it is, it's alright. I'll love it," you assured him, stretching one hand again and you both laughed as he kept it out of your reach. "Kun!" you grunted, almost climbing in his lap.

The man slid away from you on the couch, your body hovering over his when he didn't have any more space to run away to, until you straddled his waist and made your way upwards, grabbing at his extended arms and pulling down.

A little triumphal squeal left your lips when you reached the box and you quickly opened it. Kun let out a defeated sigh, his free hands now resting on your thighs draped on both sides of his torso.

So concentrated on the gift, you didn't even notice the lack of teasing from the other two when Kun whispered.

"You can use it as a blindfold."

The silk scarf in your hands felt like water on your skin.

"What?" you finally realized what Kun said.

"Like this," he sat up and your body slid down to his thighs in the movement. He took the scarf and gently placed it on your eyes.

It felt so soft on your eyelids that you sighed pleased.

You chuckled slightly embarrassed from the sudden silence but it was quick to get disrupted when you felt your lips kissed gently by Kun.

"It heightens your other senses," he whispered like a demonstration.

The other two groaned loudly, bickering about how you needed to change into the lingerie first before doing anything else. But your mind was too concentrated on how Kun's body felt under yours and on his hands palming your lower back and going to cup your ass to actually hear anything at all.

You pushed into the kiss, even more, diving your hands into Kun's hair, the blindfold making the sensation even more acute indeed.

"Kun, don't be greedy," you heard Doyoung talk and Kun let your tongue go. You really liked it and desperately wanted to keep your mouth occupied, so when Kun turned you around with your back to touch his chest, you hummed pleased to feel someone's lips on yours again. A different taste and a different technique and you wondered if it was Doyoung, his teeth on your lower lip making you whine.

"I knew you were a biter," you murmured and his breath, hitting your face as he chucked so close to you, caressed your skin so deliciously that you wanted to feel it everywhere. And thank goodness that Kun was there because he gave you just that, his tongue licking your neck in little circles before he started to suck on it. You whimpered and felt Doyoung pull your jaw, even more, catching all of your sounds with his mouth again.

"I washed it-" you heard Ten enter the living room again and you wondered when he left in the first place. "Oh shit, yall already like this?" he commented and you dropped your hand from Doyoung's stomach to his crotch and felt his hard rock cock under the pants. He bit your lower lip again at the sensation and you whined, mirroring his heavy breaths. Then you whined again, this time alone when Kun's hands were quick to pull your sweater off your frame. He adjusted your blindfold again before palming your arms at the sudden goosebumps formed on your skin.

In a second your lips got occupied again and this time you tasted Ten's chapstick instead of Doyoung's mints, the latter probably occupied with fumbling with your pants. Your bra got opened by Kun's hands at the same moment your bottoms got dragged away from your legs. Your knees buckled under Doyoung's cold touch and he whistled silently when you opened them up to drape over Kun's legs. The latter's fingers were gently cupping your soft breasts and you had to break off the kiss to pant. Ten didn't complain and promptly dropped to your chest instead, letting his tongue draw wet stripes around your nipples then flicking your swollen buds with such vigour to make you squirm in Kun’s arms.

“You’re so fucking wet,” you heard Doyoung’s voice somewhere on your left, probably enjoying the view. “You like to have three guys all over you, don’t you?”

Your mind started to buzz when Kun’s hands dropped to your stomach, your breasts occupied by Ten’s mouth, and when they grasped at the cotton of your panties you squeezed your thighs together.

Doyoung clicked his tongue and lightly slapped them open again. “Be a good girl and open for Kun.”

“Are you going to take my fingers well, baby?” you heard the latter whisper into your ear. You moaned, letting your head fall backwards on his shoulder and Kun was quick to suck on your exposed neck.

“Yeah,” you breathed out and your hands automatically went to Ten’s hair and pulled when Doyoung hooked his fingers under your panties and dragged them down your legs.

Completely nude in front of them, you could feel Kun’s jeans rubbing on your bare ass skin, his soft sweater making you want to fall deeper into his embrace.

“Fuck, I might just cum right now,” Ten murmured, lightly caressing your legs.

You wondered what he was looking at but then in a moment your lips got parted by Kun's fingers and when he started to gently rub your wetness, everyone swore softly under their breath, and you knew.

You whined and arched your back into his touch, the thought of giving them all a show going to your head. And you got even dizzier when Kun turned your head around to shove his tongue inside your mouth just when you felt someone else's tongue lap at your core.

The wet sounds were sinful and there were so many hands on your body that you squirmed, the heat of them collecting all inside the nub someone was mercilessly flicking. And when he groaned, breathing out on your pussy, you recognized his voice and tried to imagine just how hot Doyoung looked between your legs.

"I want to see you," you murmured breathlessly against Kun's mouth. Ten clicked his tongue amused.

"Don't think so."

"You need to cum first, baby. Is that alright?" Kun asked with a low raspy voice.

His hands kept roaming your breasts and his cock was so hard against your ass that you wanted him to bury it in you already.

A loud wet smack made it difficult for you to talk and Doyoung's soft laugh sent vibrations through your body.

"Yeah. This is how I want you. Fucked so good it's difficult to talk."

Your legs twitched as you felt his fingertips nudge at your entrance and when you felt one slowly pumping you, your own fingers gripped Kun's arms that were keeping up thighs apart.

"If you're like this with just one finger, what's going to happen with all of our cocks?" Ten wickedly whispered near your jaw and you realized he was kneeling on the couch near you.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take Ten in your soft mouth, baby?" Kun's teeth grated at your earlobe and you gasped loudly, feeling Doyoung inserting his second finger, scissoring inside of you so deliciously to make you beg.

"Close, please, so close-," you mumbled then moaned Doyoung's name as he sucked on your hard clit.

Your sounds got all choked up as you felt Ten's fingers tapping at your lower lip. You opened your mouth wide, tongue out waiting for him. Kun's blunt nails dug into your ass at the view and Ten grunted, presumably fisting his cock before slowly pushing past your lips. You relaxed your jaw and lifted your palms to place on his stomach but Kun was quick to grab your wrists and block your movements.

"We want you helpless, baby. No touching. Let Ten have fun with you as he pleases."

His voice was so teasing that your whined, face stuffed with Ten's cock, giving Doyoung even more drive to eat you all out. He knew you were close so he picked up the pace, for a moment the only sounds in the room - your wet pussy and choking sounds. The vibrations of your throat were driving Ten insane as he held your head with one hand and fucked your mouth. Kun's fingers flicking your nipples just added to it and you were completely gone, cumming on Doyoung's hot tongue in seconds, legs shaking and hands gripping the first thing you could find.

"Fuck, you're so good," Ten's voice was becoming a whine as he let you go to breathe and come down your high.

Doyoung's lips were peppering kisses on your thighs as Kun's praises lingered in your ears.

"Now give us another one, babe," Doyoung hovered over you and kissed your lips, letting you have a taste of your arousal.

You dragged the blindfold to your neck and squinted, the view keeping you dizzy.

You turned your head to Ten and opened your mouth again, shifting off Kun's lap. Ten was quick to slide on your tongue, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to anchor himself. You whined and felt Kun's hands grab your waist, letting him adjust your body on all fours to his liking. And when you heard his belt unbuckling, your whole body twitched again.

"Shit," he let his palm drag between your wet lips, wetting his cock with his fist and pumping himself a few times.

Ten was kind enough to slide out as Kun stretched you out because it felt so good that you gritted your teeth.

"Good girl," Doyoung hummed, hand moving your hair out of your face. "Does that feel good?"

"Yeah," you breathed out. "Want your cock too."

Doyoung inhaled sharply and took his phone out of the back pocket. Ten moaned curses and you looked up right in time to see the hot spurts before closing your eyes. You felt them on your face and you were quick to open your mouth as well.

"Fuck, Y/N," Ten breathed out, collecting some with his fingers and shoving them in your mouth. You licked them thoroughly, jolting as Kun spanked your ass once as if requiring your attention. He didn't need that, because the way his heavy cock felt inside of you was the only thing roaming your head, and when Doyoung finally got close too, you realized what the phone was needed for.

The buzz of the vibrator filled your ears and when he placed it on your nipples first you thought you were going to go insane.

"Hm, our little fuck toy enjoys this quite a lot," Doyoung hummed, letting it slide down your stomach.

"Do our little toy also want all of her pretty holes used?" Kun asked, his spit falling between your asscheeks under his thumb. He caressed you gently before giving it a trial press down.

"Yeah yeah please," you breathed out, wiggling your ass against his stomach when he stopped fucking you.

"Toy or cock princess?" Ten caressed your face with both hands, lips so close that you were dying to kiss him.

"Cock."

"Hm," he smiled wickedly. "Doyoung, you heard the order."

Said man chuckled. "Yes ma'am."

Kun was quick to slide out and you whined at the sudden emptiness. The toy passed from Doyoung's hands to Ten's and for a moment you wondered what they would use that for now.

"Ride me, love," Kun looked breathtaking leaning down on the couch. You turned around and straddled his lap, the build-up of your orgasm already gone and you were desperate to go back there.

You closed your eyes as you sat on his cock again, sliding down slowly until meeting the base with your clit. Kun grabbed your waist and pulled you down on his chest, your nipples starting to rub on his sweater. You loved it but needed his naked body so you slid your palms underneath it to meet his hot skin. He lifted his arms up and threw it to the side, letting your breasts bounce on his face as you rolled your hips.

A sudden movement made you turn your head behind you to where Doyoung placed himself. His palms soothed your spine and got to your face. You accepted his fingers into your mouth as Kun watched with open lips - just the view of his cock disappearing inside of you enough to make him go over the edge. As Doyoung's fingers gently nudged at your asshole, Kun gladly accepted your nipples in his mouth, hands squeezing the base of them.

"Relax, baby. You're doing so well," Doyoung's low voice accompanied his fingering.

"Fuck," you grabbed Kun's hands, the difference between their movements, gently and harsh, making you unable to think. And you almost forgot about Ten right where the buzz of the vibrator got closer to you.

"Ah shit," Doyoung groaned through gritted teeth, his tip slowly going past your entrance. "I've always wanted to fuck your pretty ass."

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, Kun stopping with difficulty to give you time to adjust to Doyoung's girth and when you begged them to move again, they didn't hold back.

It was intoxicating and so dirty that your head was spinning. They fucked you at different speeds on purpose and you were bouncing between their bodies like an actual fuck toy.

"Such a good slut, taking two cocks at the same time," Ten commented, his hand already palming himself again.

Kun let his head fall back and closed his eyes, his trembling hands on your waist telling you he was close.

"Are you going to let Kun cum inside that little pussy of yours?" Doyoung leaned down, grabbing your jaw to tilt your head backwards.

"Yeah, yes, yes," you mumbled nonsense, so close to the edge yourself.

Doyoung's hand slid to your neck and pressed a little, choking your loud moans.

It all got desperate in a matter of moments, Kun's rhythmic thrusts completely gone and Doyoung's quick snaps to keep you on edge, all until Kun groaned and went limp underneath you. His cum filled you all up as he thrust a few more times riding his high.

"Not a single baby girl will remain unsatisfied," Ten announced, breath heavy thanks to the spectacle, the toy in his hands finally making sense when he placed it on your clit. Everyone groaned as you clenched on their cocks, Kun's half-hard one still inside of you.

"Fuck, Ten-," he whimpered.

"What is it, Kun? Can't take some overstimulation?" his friend teasingly retorted.

"Cumming-cumming so close-," you fell on Kun's chest and he wrapped your body with his arms as it swung back and forth at Doyoung's movements.

The latter was also close given his heavy breath and tight grip on your ass.

"Are you going to cum with me, love?" he asked. "Can't do it alone, understood?"

"Shit Doyoung-,"

"Understood?" he slapped your ass harshly and you mewled, nodding fast.

"Keep that in," Ten whispered, adjusting the vibrator to hit the sweetest spot on purpose.

Kun whined against your face, his cock already hard again inside of you but unable to move.

"Three-," Doyoung's voice was rough.

You whined, nails leaving red marks on Kun's shoulders.

"I can't anymore!"

"Two-"

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as Doyoung's cock railed you just as intensly.

"Cum for me princess," he finally ordered and you almost screamed, the orgasm washing over you so hard that you were afraid you'd blackout. Doyoung came just as hard, his cum filling your other hole to the rim.

Ten gave you a break and took away the wet toy, his eyes blown out and panting lips.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered.

Kun's cock twitched inside of you and you let him go, sliding down on his body as Doyoung sat back on the couch, eyes trained on the way you were spilling with his seed. You let your legs drap over his thighs, resting on your stomach as you reached Kun's cock, eagerly taking it into your mouth. Your ass in the air on Doyoung's lap was too pretty to be left alone and Ten was quick to hand the other the toy.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Kun grabbed your face, looking at the way you pursed your lips around him.

You were a mess - pleasure tears poking at your eyes, saliva on your chin and cum sliding out of your holes. Doyoung was quick to push it inside again with the vibrator though, loving the way your ass jiggled in his hold under his light spanks. You cried out at the overstimulation then whined helplessly again as Ten spread your legs apart.

"Can you take me as well, love?" he pressed his tip on your raw clit and when you let out a positive moan he slid inside easily with a deep swear. He felt heavenly and his whiny void was by far the sexiest.

Doyoung stood up to give Ten some room to play in and he got close to your stuffed face. You hummed around Kun's cock and your body shook as Ten gently placed the toy between your ass cheeks as he fucked your tight pussy.

You looked up at Doyoung with glossy eyes and letting Kun go for a moment you let your tongue out.

Doyoung smiled wickedly and slid his cock inside your mouth.

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dialovers-lover-xoxo · 3 years

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Laito Sakamaki x Reader NSFW

Fingering, Handjob, Missionary position, Overstimulation

THIS IS NSFW! If you are underage or nsfw posts make you uncomfortable, you may not want to read under the cut. You’ve been warned. ❌❌❌

You put on your sexiest lingerie, it was hot pink and lacy, with a hole right over your core for “easy access” as the company put it. The color actually went well with the bow on Laito’s hat, which you had stolen earlier. Finally, you laid on the bed and covered yourself in ribbons. You wanted to give Laito the birthday gift of his eternal life.

“Bitch-Chan! Have you seen my-“ Laito entered the room but stopped dead when he saw you laying in the bed in the most arousing position he’d ever seen, touching his hat the exact same way he always did.

Instantly Laito’s member sprang to life. For a brief moment, possesiveness crossed Laito’s face, angry at the mere thought of any of his brothers seeing you. He quickly turned and shut and locked the door.

You smiled seductively at him. “I thought stealing your hat might get your attention.” You tell him. “You found your birthday gift. Why don’t you come unwrap me?” Laito’s cheeks were pink and he was grinning from ear to ear. “So thoughtful...” Laito purred, gently unwrapping the ribbons around you, taking in your body with his eyes and setting his hat down on the dresser.

He took off his shirt but before he could do anything else you pressed your hands against his abdomen. He looked down at you as you unbuckled his belt and freed his member. You peered up at him with big innocent eyes as you gripped his manhood firmly, making him grunt. You pressed kisses all over his chest, one hand circling his nipples, the other slowly pumping his length. “Fuck...Bitch-Chan...” Laito moaned quietly.

You licked the area under his bellybutton and he shuddered. You looked up at him again. He was looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, he was breathing heavily and you could see the kiss marks you’d left on his skin. You squeezed his member a bit harder and his eyes closed as he forced himself to take deep breaths, trying not to cum too soon.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, you knew exactly how to pleasure him. You kissed the sensitive area above his boxers again and slowly rubbed the head of Laito’s manhood. “Bitch-Chan!” Laito exclaimed, his voice sounding choked, as his length twitched your head. “Nnh...” Laito groaned and came, leaning his head back as pleasured soared through him.

“Since it’s my birthday will you let me do anything I want? And do everything I want?” Laito asked, smirking. You looked up at him innocently. “Of course.”

“Lean back and spread your legs.” You obliged, resting on the pillows and opening your legs wide for him. Laito drank in the image, his member twitching as he saw how wet you were, how easy it was to touch you.

“I fucking love when you wear that underwear.” You blushed and tilted your hips upward. Laito sank a finger inside you and you moaned. “Laito...” “Oh, Bitch-Chan.” Laito breathed out. “You don’t know what you do to me.” You giggled and pointed at his hard member. “I think I have an idea.” Laito laughed and inserted a second finger, drawing a low moan out of your mouth. “You’re so wet and tight, fuck I can’t wait to be inside you.” You squirmed impatiently, bucking your hips. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your chin. “But on my birthday we do what I want.”

A third finger slid inside you and through a haze of pleasure, you managed to nod. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out. You gripped the sheets as moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Laito’s thumb circled your clit and you orgasmed onto his hand, moaning. You thought he’d penetrate you after that but, to your surprise, Laito kept moving his fingers inside you, curling them up and hitting a sweet spot. “Laito!” You cried. Your mouth fell open and your legs shook as Laito continued to finger you. You moaned loudly as Laito made you orgasm again and again for what must’ve been fifteen minutes.

“Laito!” You sobbed as you orgasmed again. Finally, Laito moved his hand away from your core and started to take off his pants and boxers. You laid there spread out for him, waiting for him to make any decision he wanted.

He unhooked your bra and slid your underwear down your legs, sucking your nipple into his mouth and kneading your breasts. You squirmed and held onto his hair.

Laito released your nipple, then spread your legs and wound his arms around you, holding you tightly in place. He looked into your eyes as he slowly entered you. You moaned as you felt his member push inside you. Laito’s eyelids fluttered shut and he lowered himself down, pressing your chests together. “A-ah...you’re so wet...you feel so good...” you moaned and held onto his back, arching into him as he began to slowly thrust. “Laito...” you let out his name as a lewd sigh. He peppered kisses all over your neck and gripped you tighter. “Fuck...” he moaned your name and you ran your hands all over his naked torso.

Laito picked up speed and your nails dug into his back. “Laito!” “Shit.” Laito thrusted deep inside you and kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth. The two of you moaned into the kiss and held onto each other for dear life as Laito thrusted deep into you as fast as he could go.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, mewling and moaning. Laito fondled your breasts and kissed you again. As he hit your sweet spot again, you cried out and orgasmed on him. Feeling you tighten pushed Laito over the edge and his eyes squeezed shut and he gritted his teeth as he orgasmed, moaning. Laito collapsed on top of you panting.

The two of you stayed there like that for some time, enjoying each others’ bodies. Laito slid off you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. He showered kisses all over your face and you sighed, content and happy. “Thank you. I love you.” He told you. “I love you too.”

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daemoninwhiteround2 · 4 years

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Damian is a jealous little shit when it comes to Jason and his milk. He doesnt like to share him in ANY way when he is nursing. That means that besides from hogging the milk from the rest of the pack, he also wants his undivided attention and affection. He has bitten Jason before to draw his attention back to him whenver any other member of the pack "distracts" him while nursing. At this point Jason has given up. Theres no fixing that kid

Could you please do more mama Jason breast feeding Damian? Maybe before and after they left the League?

Dami is a possesive and jealous little shit over Jasons milk. He doesnt give a shit that he is no longer a little pup and the milk changed its composition, no longer meant for his nutrition but to strengthen pack bonds. He gives no fucks. It was his first and he will be damned if he has to share it. Also thats his Umm'i. The omega that raised him. He doesnt give a shit that he is pack Omega (and the ONLY omega on the pack) Jason was his first. Dami literally has growled at Bruce over his milk

Things...

drift.

Everything happens but none of it catches his attention.

Life flows past him and he is like a stone, unmoved, removed, only ever an observer.

And then

Her.

The one static image in a sea of colour and sound.

Bright green eyes and dark hair.

There’s...

something.

He should ... something.

It flows out of reach and he remains.

And then

Him.

Small, soft.

Warm and heavy in his arms.

Smells like everything good and right in the world.

She does something, shifts him close, and

Wet

Pull

Hurts?

No.

Is ... right.

Only thing that has been right for...

He cuddles him close and allows the world to drift past them both.

Jason only comes to movie night because he twisted one ankle, broke the other and was taken to the Manor against his will and now, since they’ve dumped him in the rumpus room on the second floor, he literally can’t leave.

“You’re a shit,” he tells Dick, who is not even vaguely attempting to hide his delight as he sticks throw pillows in and around Jason.

It isn’t pulling at his nesting instincts. It isn’t.

“I know you are but what am I?” Dick sing-songs back as he slides another pillow beneath Jason’s ankle. He’s managed to wedge them between a five pillow structure taking up the entirety of the footstool Jason has his feet propped up on; his ankles are definitely raised and also he definitely can’t move his legs without toppling everything.

Even if Jason wanted to get up, he doubts he could struggle out of pillow hell before it all comes falling down and he suffocates to death for a second time.

“Christ, how old are you again?”

“Old enough to know better than to go running around on the street after Freeze has iced it over.”

Hmm. Dick’s got him there.

“Besides,” Dick continues, “it’s been forever since we’ve all hung out.”

Jason pointedly looks around the otherwise empty room. “Yeah, just you, me, and all your friends.”

“Ha ha, Jason, you’re hilarious.” Dick actually has the audacity to roll his eyes. “I mean, Bruce sent Damian back a couple of hours ago, since it’s a school night, and Tim didn’t go out at all, he’s got a big presentation at W.E. tomorrow! So we can all hang out together.” He plumps another pillow, stares at it like it holds the secrets to ... well, a happy family. “It’s been a while since so much of the pack’s been together.”

Jason wants to scoff, but Dick’s tone brings him up short. He’s not even sure Dick meant for him to hear it. He sounds ... wistful.

Dick’s really the only one of them who knows what a happy, well-adjusted pack should be. Jason's family was ... the less said the better, Tim’s were distant and then dead, and Damian...

Dick’s the only one of them who knows what pack could be like. Should be like. The rest of them just have ... hopes, dreams, more formed by TV than anything else. Jason gave, gives Dick a lot of shit for being so desperate to play happy families, but he also ... when Dick’s like this, bringing him down, making him face the reality of their heavily-fractured pack seems ... unnecessarily cruel.

“Whatever,” he finally settles on, performatively rolling his eyes as he reaches for the remote. “I get to pick what we watch though.”

Dick grins, bright and blinding, and Jason remembers why people call him the heart of the hero community.

Fuck, he’d be so good at fulfilling an omega’s traditional role for a pack.

He basically does already because Jason can’t get his fucking shit together and--

Not. Now.

He flips through the channels, ignores Dick darting in and out, bringing more and more blankets and pillows as he does. By the time Jason’s given up and settled on some random movie, Dick’s herded Tim and Damian into the room.

Dick settles down on a loveseat close to Jason, not close enough that he feels crowded but not far enough that it’s a snub. Jason ... doesn’t know how to deal with that display of thoughtfulness, so he shoves it under the rug in his mind and glances at his other packmates brothers fellow vigilantes.

Tim, typically, flops face down into a pile of blankets and pillows and doesn’t move. It’s fairly even odds if he’s already asleep or if he’s going over expense reports in his head.

Damian, on the other hand, shifts his weight from foot to foot, glancing at Dick, at Jason, and at the open expanse of floor. Jason can’t stop himself from tensing up--Damian’s far too disciplined to display such an obvious tell, even after a couple of years of Dick chipping away at the mountain of bullshit Damian was taught by the League.

Dick, of course, notices. “Come sit with me, little D!” he calls and pats the cushion next to him.

Damian tuts and ... sits next to Jason?

Jason shoots him a glance, Damian scowls up at him, looks away and crosses his arms.

Jason chalks it up to Damian not wanting to deal with Dick (which, mood) and focuses on the TV.

A warm weight nestles against his side, and Jason blinks back to reality.

“What’s up?” he keeps his voice just loud enough to be heard, hopes to not disturb the others--Dick’s head definitely tilts in their direction, for all he doesn’t actually seem to look over.

“Hungry,” Damian grunts.

Jason pointedly tilts his head at pillow hell. “Can’t exactly help you with that, kid.”

Damian tuts. “Yes you can. You did before.”

Jason freezes. He’s never been really certain that Talia had him interacting with Damian before he took a tip in the worst-reviewed jacuzzi in the world--knows for sure they didn’t after, but when he’d been allowed in the excuse of a nest he’d managed to construct, he’d smelt something like...

That would explain ... a lot.

“I don’t know what you-”

Damian cuts him off. “You’re an omega, aren’t you?”

Dick’s definitely looking at him. The skin on the back of Jason’s neck crawls. “Yes, but-”

“You’re still an omega.”

And with that, Damian shoves Jason’s shirt up to his armpits and latches onto his closest nipple.

Jason nearly shrieks, nearly shoves Damian away, but then he sucks, and

and

remembers.

Warm and heavy.

Smelt like everything good in the world.

“Damian,” he murmurs. He feels like he’s just got a 2x4 to the face without the helmet in the way. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut by Bane. He feels like

He feels like...

He...

He lowers his hand until he cups the back of Damian’s neck. Damian crawls forward, doesn’t lift his mouth, and awkwardly curls up into Jason’s lap.

Ever since Jason actually realised he had tits, he’s always found them annoyingly large. He typically wears compression tops and sports bras, the only reason why he’s not is that he’d been planning to go to sleep and he hates wearing one to bed.

“Guess that explains why,” he says inanely.

Damian’s not actually getting any milk--Jay doesn’t have a pup, for all he babysits Lian, and the pack would have to actively be nursing for him to make milk for them. And yet ... just the action is...

“Little wing,” Dick murmurs from too-close.

Jason turns to look at him, and Dick’s outstretched fingertips brush against his cheek. He freezes, arm still holding Damian close, and stares at his pack’s second.

Dick’s eyes are impossibly blue in the flickering light of the tv.

“Jason,” he says.

Jason ... leans forward, leans into it, but Damian sinks his sharp little baby teeth into his mouthful of tit and snarls all ‘fuck off this omega’s mine’.

Jason reflexively slaps the back of his head, a move he’s seen more than one omega pull on their misbehaving alpha pups.

Dick snorts and backs off, raising his hands like that’ll placate Damian, like they can’t all see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth (like they all can’t see tears pooling in his eyelashes). “Alright, alright, Damian, he’s all yours.”

Dick settles back in his loveseat and Damian settles down. Not even five minutes later and please-content-happy-happy-happy alpha scent floats over from Dick’s direction.

“Really?” Jason arches an eyebrow at Dick. He ignores the fact that he can’t seem to stop himself from combing his fingers through Damian’s hair.

“Really.”

Dick has no right to sound as happy as he does.

This has no right to ... Jason never expected this. Never deserved this. And yet...

And yet.

#dae talks #dae writes #omegaverse #breastfeeding #omega Jason Todd #anonymous #dc #batman #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #jaydick #implied #Anonymous

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ah-kasuna · 4 years

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Puppetry in a Nutshell // ♥ I ♥

Pairing: SasoDei

AU: Art School

THIS IS THE 1ST PART AND MY VERY 1ST TRANSLATION ;_; I ain’t native speaker, so there will be mistakes I think, so please let me know about them, so I could fix em! Tbh it feels like doin it with the blindfold on, so XD Yeah, forgive me anyway.

I hope you’ll like it!♥ Let me know what you think please! Love ya!

AND I DEDICATE IT TO @deidaraakasuna, U KNOW WHY♥♥♥

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Geidai.

The world-famous Fine Arts Academy, located in one of the most charming corners of Tokyo.

A place that growing artists dream about, perceiving it as a mystical land of inspiration and creativity (until they see sculpture students playing with their own Pony ponies).

The university to get to is a high-class feat, usually drenched in liters of alcohol and liters of tears in a later hangover. After all, who wouldn't get drunk on this occasion?

I smiled at the vague memories as I unpacked my breakfast and shook my head fondly. Basically, this sentimental feeling of being an old woman with a bunch of grandchildren has accompanied me since the beginning of my sophomore year, when I watched the freshmen roaming the corridors in sweet ignorance of their fate. Fortunately or not, this intoxicating state faded into non-existent at the end of the first semester as the session approached. And it just so happened that it was just approaching, breaking the will to fight along the way and magically depriving the students of creative inspiration, the one necessary - as you can easily guess - to pass half a year at a group of charming leaders.

My gloomy eyes followed the classroom. Outside the corridor window, visible through the open door, a bird chirped merrily. The weather was beautiful - a typical Japanese spring. The cherries were blooming, scattering fragrant white-pink petals around, and I was rotting at the epicenter of All Evil, like a condemned man aware of what was about to happen. And which happened cyclically twice a week, because my goddamn ambition pushed me to apply for this equally damned university. And so I redeemed my sins before I died, regretting abandoning the idea of self-improvement in the privacy of my modest (but equipped with a kettle and toaster!) Apartment. What more could you want?

I shoved a huge piece of bread in my mouth, which I chewed for five minutes before he graciously wanted to squeeze through my esophagus. A dry mouth like this meant only one thing: my brain finally picked up the information that puppetry classes were about to begin. For my despairing amusement, everyone was rushing to their seats, with shaking hands shoving paints, chisels, and the rest of the necessary utensils out of their bags, as if someone's life depended on the speed of their perfect arrangement on the table. I felt a sudden urge to laugh out loud.

If asked about the reason why the very thought of puppetry gave the vast majority of students sudden symptoms of delirium and depression, the answer would be simple, concise, and more eloquent than the potency pill ads: Hell Cerberus aka Sasori Akasuna. Officially - a lecturer in a terribly heavy and hated subject; in fact - the walking essence of the deepest pits of hell. What was it about him that wherever he went - everyone immediately cut off discussions and silly games? Well, the puppetry professor not only carefully nurtured the art of being laconic, cynical and ruthless. He was devilishly intelligent, even more talented and vindictive and possesive a tons of sophisticated sarcasm, which he liked to apply with the greatest pleasure to me.

The bell rang. Everyone but me jumped up immediately and Akasuna entered the classroom. As always: in a perfectly matched shirt, elegant pants, a perfectly knotted tie and an equally perfect boredom on the face.

I reluctantly swallowed the rest of my bun, limiting myself to lazily lifting my ass off the chair and making a painful expression. Anyway, I was a loser at the outset, so I saw no point in putting on a similar play as the others, which only maked him sastisfied more. I clenched my fists automatically. Not this time, man!

The professor walked slowly towards the cathedral by stairs, giving the impression of a man who scrupulously and deeply don't care for this worldly place and time. And perhaps I would even fall for his 'dun-give-a-shit' play, if I had not been marked by his hatred from the very first class. And yet, it's not like I did something to him, oh no. I was simply not susceptible to his mental puppet strings, so I stubbornly disagreed with him on the essence of the art. For him, the highest dimension of beauty were - horror of horrors - goofy make-uped puppets; for me, the art was much less crude carving in plastic materials, where every little movement could fix or spoil everything. And the wood? It was too patient, too tough, hard to work with, unresponsive to the tender touch of trained hands, and it had splinters ...

Everything happened according to the established order. Akasuna checked the attendance, gave an excruciatingly boring spiel about our laziness and talentlessness (noting that exams were coming up), and then had everyone make an individual puppet design. I groaned woefully like the rest of them, reluctantly reaching into my bag for a sketchbook and a set of pencils.

I loved nothing so much as wasting my time gouging dolls. To my left, a class idiot Tobi, wrapped in an orange and black scarf almost under his nose, looked at me as if I was a revelation of heavens.

"Don't even try," I said, feeling what was happening." We'll be kicked out both."

The guy made cat eyes, but said nothing more, and I went to work. I was drawing the lines in concentration, letting my mind wander along the definitely nice tracks, and in the end I turned off mind for good. And I would have been drawing in peace so I'd probably have finished this stupid task if that black-haired moron at the desk next to mine had not disturbed me with his grunts accompanying his neck stretching towards my work.

It was the end of my composure. I lifted my head from the project and cursed him to the next five generation, supporting my words with a discreet but well-hit kick. There was a muffled groan.

"Kawamoto, shall you explain me what are you doing?" I immediately heard the distinctive, bored tone of his voice and stiffened on my chair.

The professor was standing a few steps away from me, eyebrows raised and hands folded across his chest.

"Should I take you to the playground?"

"I'm trying to work, professor," I grunted, holding back the appropriate retort and wondering how the heck did he materialized at my desk.

"Good choice of words, indeed." The corner of his mouth curled up in a cynical smile. "Then be that kind and continue your trials in peace, unless you prefer to try at another university."

I felt my blood flooding. Tobi inhaled loudly, knowing what awaited him at the break, and Akasuna leisurely returned to the cathedral, occasionally glancing at me with hideous satisfaction.

I hated him. I hated him most sincerely and most earnestly, with particular emphasis on his physicality, which, despite the sadistic nature, made most of the female students' knees soften and their tongues tangled. Because exactly! He wasn't just a psychopath. He was a disgustingly handsome psychopath who was well aware of this fact and was not embarrassed to make use of it.

Unfortunately, it happened that he accidentaly found out about my moderate interest in the opposite sex, and from that moment he enjoyed torturing me with himself, perfectly guessing my preferences and weaknesses.

"May you rot in these shavings," I drawled under my breath, sticking a pencil on a blank sheet of paper and tracing a busty doll in a ballerina costume on it, with revenge paints 'Miss Sasori' on her exposed ass. And I would probably enjoy this piece of finest art until the end of the class, if I hadn't realized what my "blank sheet" was and why I just sentenced myself to death. I scribbled a porn image of the puppetry professor on the outline.

The bell rang.

"I would like to remind you that today we have the deadline for submitting the presentation plans to pass," his voice occurred to me as if through a fog.

Did I really hoped it would end well? With my heart pounding in the chest, I tore the rubber band out of my pocket, trying to erase the traces of my crime, as I caught above me the distinctive smell of his perfume.

"It was especially to you, Kawamoto," he announced icily, slipping the battered paper out from under my hands with a nimble movement.

He attached it to the stack of papers he held, without even glaring at it, and left me sitting at the desk with a silent scream of terror on my face.

#sasodei #FINALLY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDD #sasori #deidara #sasori x deidara #sasodei fanfic #sasodei fanfiction #sasodei AU #hannami #puppetry in a nutshell #akasuna no sasori #naruto #naruto fanfiction #my #my fanfic

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allelitelady · 5 years

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Brother Feud

I could never decide which Buck i found more attractive. It often changed day by day. You have Matt, tough as hell, the older one, but also so sweet and giving to people he came across. And then you have Nick.. cocky, cool, his calm, collected attitude was so drawing to me.

When they recruited me from ROH when they started AEW it was an easy yes. I had a huge role in production at ROH, but the thought of doing something on a bigger scale national level was so exciting i could never pass that up. Being on the production team with AEW meant a lot of time spent with not only Nick and Matt, but Cody, Brandi, and Kenny too. I felt like I had great rapore with all of them but with Nick and Matt there was always some type of back and fourth, inside jokes, and a lot of flirting. But never when both of them were present, it was only when I was alone with one of them.

The jokes with Nick were borderline dirty flirting. Talking about sex, how we were both in dry spells, and how he could do wonders for me. Where with Matt it was more like how beautiful i looked that day, and how great I am. Either way both of them have stolen a little piece of me and I'm not sure they even realized it.

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"Wow, who are you trying to pick up tonight?" Nick asked as I got into the Uber he was already sitting in. "What are you talking about?" I said as I got into the car carefully not to expose too much. The low cut black bodycon dress was perfect for being in Vegas and going out. After all it was Double or Nothing weekend, the crew arrived Thursday and we decided to go out that night, obviously we couldnt do it Friday with the show the following day. The whole roster rented out a space at Palms casino right off of the strip to celebrate the first pay-per-view under the AEW name. "A little revealing don't you think?" "Are you getting possesive Nick Jackson?" you say sarcastically shocked. "What if I am?" he asked. You laugh and shrug him off, although it made you feel really good. "I'm being serious" he says, and his tone changes. You turn your body to face him a bit, "Well then maybe I'm trying to pick up you tonight" He smirked at you as the car stopped and we arrived at our destination. I could see Matt waiting for us. "Thank you" we both say to the uber driver and get out.

"Whoa!" Matt says, "Better not bend over" he adds and starts pulling at the bottom of my dress. His hands being so close to certain areas makes me nervous. "Stop!" I say flicking his hand away. "You two are way overprotective of me! How did I get so lucky" you say rolling your eyes. Nick walks close to me as well as Matt. "Let's go get you a drink" Nick whispers into my ear. I smile and almost laugh, typical way of him flirting with me.

You stand at the bar chatting it up with Joey Janela, maybe getting a little flirty putting your hands on his arm. After chatting with him for less than 5 minute I feel a hand on my arm "Excuse us a minute brother" Matt says.

He pulls you a couple feet away, "What the hell was that?" he asked. "What are you talking about?" As you get defensive. "You were all over him" "Like hell I was Matt" you say even more annoyed. "You're being a fucking tease" he says as you try to walk away. He cursed. He just cursed towards you, sweet, gentle Matt cursed at you. You're still in defensive mode, you scan the room and see Nick already staring at the two of you. You lock eyes with him and he immediately gets up knowing that you probably need him. "Fuck off Matt, it's not like i'm your girlfriend or anything" you say, and your words stung him a little and he didnt even realize they would. You leave and make a b-line to Nick who is already approaching you.

"What the hell is going on?" he tries to shout over the loud music. "Matt is being all possessive and shit, telling me i'm a fucking a tease!" you shout near his ear. He backs out and looks at you confused. "Come on let's go outside" he says, He takes your hand and you follow him where you don't have to shout.

"He's probably just had too much to drink." he says in a normal tone. "I've had a lot to drink I'm not making any judgements" you say, "I was literally talking to Janela for 5 minutes and he comes over pulling me away." "It's alright y/n" Nick says pulling your hips over towards him and then wrapping his arms around you. "I'm still pissed at him" you say into Nick's chest. "I know a way you can take your anger out" Nick whispers into your ear, his hands moving down towards your ass and soon enough he cups it and you start to get excited. You know what he's suggesting, but you play along "I might need your help" you whisper back and you can feel his erection growing against you. He backs out so he can see your face, he can see you're being serious and at this point the dirty flirting, he's been wanting you for months now. He had a feeling his brother might be into you also, but he just blew that. "I'm gonna call an uber" he says with a smirk. "That's a really good idea" you say.

Are you really about to do this? All the nights you moaned both their names while pleasuring yourself. Thinking of all the possibilties of sleeping with either of them. Nick didn't really leave a lot to the imagination with the way you two talked. As you're riding in the uber back to your hotel with Nick your phone goes off and it's from Matt. Nick puts his hand on your bare thighs, "don't even look at your phone" he says moving his hand further up, you look over at him and smirk as the look in his eyes is so intense.

We get back to the hotel room as soon as the door closes, he jerks your hips towards him puts his hand behind your neck and kisses you. Finally the kiss you've been yearning for all these months. You feel your body hit the bed and suddenly Nick is on top of you. You pause for a moment, "If we do this Matt can't know, at least not right away" "Okay, fine." he continues to kiss you and then you feel his hand hiking up your dress, tossing your wet panties that have been like that ever since you were outside the Palms. “Damn, you got this excited for me? Nick says, that cocky attitude of his really showing. “Not the first time.” You say with a smirk. He raises his eyebrows curious, he starts to wonder how many times you’ve masturbated thinking of him, because he knows he’s done that several time with your image in his mind. He slides his body down, his mouth so close to your clit, the heat from his breath makes you squirm. “Now you’re the tease” you say wanting to push his head against you. He smirks at you know you’re not really ready for him. Once he starts using his tongue you’re blown away, when he starts to use his fingers you lose it. “I’m going to cum Nick” you say grasping the sheets beside you. “Cum for me then” he says. Within seconds you climax and let out a loud moan, not caring who the hell could hear you. That release you’ve needed for months has finally come. He gives you a second to catch your breath before you know it he’s turned you over so you’re on your hands and knees and he’s putting his thick cock into you. “Fuck Nick” you pant. He talks dirty to you, making you beg him for his cock, making you say his name, etc. “Baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers in your ear because at this point your basically flat on your stomach while he goes at you. You both climax at the same time, he rolls off of you onto his back on the bed. Your roll over and look at him, his chest rising as he’s out of breath himself. He looks over at you and smiles while breathing heavily then turns his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Wow.” He says. I hope that is a good wow is all you can think of in your head. He looks at you again and you look back at him, "I've been waiting for this for a long time." he admits, he rolls over and strokes your face then softly kisses your lips. "I should've done something about it sooner, but I really was afraid you were into Matt and not me..." You pull his lips back down to kiss him, "I've had some serious feelings for you too..." you admit. "But ..I have this weird relationship with Matt, there's attraction but it's nothing like how I feel about you." you tell him to reassure him. "Well at least you're being honest." he says still looking into your eyes. "that's why you don't want Matt to know right now?" You shake your head yes, "Like a week tops, just to figure out what I'm going to say." "You know it doesn't have to be you, I can straight up tell him." "I just want to take care of you." Nick says. "Oh you've taken care of me" you say and you both smile and let out a little laugh.

You both end up falling asleep that night in your hotel room, Nick's arm draped across your body. And then suddenly a pounding on the door startles the both of you. "Ugh what the fuck" you say. "I'll take care of it" Nick says groggily getting up out of bed, he puts on the jeans he had last night, still shirtless and goes to the door. "Calm down" he shouts as the person on the other side keeps pounding on the door. Nick opened the door and on the other side was Matt. "Oh hey man, whats up?" "What are you doing in y/n's room?" "Uhhh, i just ended up crashing in here last night. After i brought her back to the hotel after you busted her balls, she was pretty upset man." Nick says still standing in the door way. "So you brought her back and fucked her then right?"

You quickly get up out of bed, really glad you put on some clothes to go to bed last night. "What the fuck Matt" you say. "I got this, just go back to bed" Nick says. "No I'll take care of it, you say going under Nick's arm to talk to Matt outside of the door.

Nick closed the door, of course still listening from the other side. "So you flirt with Janela, and then fuck my brother? Great y/n, just great" "First of all, my love life is my own personal business. When did you start caring so fucking much?" He looks at you disappointed and shakes his head. How are you supposed to know that he has feelings for you?? He just acted like a platonic friend most of the time. "I guess I should've spoke up" he says.. "I just wanted to come and apologize for last night, that's all I guess" he says.

But you get the feeling that he wanted to apologize and share his actual feelings.

#nickjackson #mattjackson #youngbucks #smut #fanfiction

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kittypeas · 7 years

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The Force Awakens and fairytales, part one: Snow Queen and Snoke

Thank you @ewa-a-nie-chce-spac for your encouragement and @shadowlass for inspiration :) I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a year, but recently few things happened that motivated me to do it:

Finally I had a chance to watch “Beauty and the Beast”. Well, I saw the animated version before but watching the new one only made me realize why I disagree so strongly with the conclusions of this fairytale. I was never a fan of this theory which highlights the parallels between Kylo and the Beast. Of course, there is some similarity in the outer layer and symbolism but the core of the story is totally different: while Beast is a proud and vain man and so his task in the story is to learn how to love another human being, Kylo is full of self-hatred and doubt and his main goal in this trilogy is learn how to love himself.

What is more, there are many fairytales that reflect more accurately the main motives visible in the Force Awakens. The two that, in my opinion, are the most fitting here are “Snow Queen” and “Prince Lindworm”. But let me say this: since I’ve become a part of this fandom I admired all those talented people who were creating amazing stores, drawing beautiful fanarts and those who put their extensive knowledge (from fabulously varied fields!) into use, writing metas. I also wanted to contribute and share those bits and pieces that I’ve collected during my studies. I decided to divide this post into two parts: the first one will be about the Snow Queen and I will discuss the similarities between the fairytale and TFA on the level of the plot and its symbolism. This one will be more like a summary. In the second part I will write about Prince Lindwom and more psychological stuff, like trauma, dissociation and archetypal defenses of personal spirit. However, I will focus on Kylo’s relation with Snoke in both parts, because I feel that there are still some things that need to be said.

I get a feeling that we forget about the fact that everything that exists and works for us somehow, is functional at least in some ways and as such it reinforces achievement of personal goals. This applies also to the dynamics of Kylo/Snoke relationship. In this respect TFA is very shallow, as it only shows the Resistance as good and morally right. But have you ever heard about people who were thinking that they are fighting on the “wrong side” of the war? Fortunately, fanfiction authors make up for this omission and write very interesting, nuanced stories. However, Snoke is usually described as this evil creature which does evil things only because he… likes evil things, I guess? He is corrupt, greedy and seeks power for the sake of power itself, which is psychologically improbable. He uses Kylo Ren as a tool and doesn’t hesitate to torture him on a whim, in which I don’t believe either because this is not how you get to rule the people. You do it by winning their hearts, and, even though there is this part inside Kylo Ren that wants to be humiliated as a punishment for “not being good enough”, I believe that this is just a reenactment of his relationship with his caregivers, and Snoke is just a parental figure whom Kylo willingly chose to perform this role.

But back to the issue at hand. Recently @forcechokehold asked a very interesting question that I think I have an answer for. Let me cite it first:

Do you ever think about how different Kylo Ren’s dynamic with his abuser/surrogate parental figure would have been if they were a female? Do you ever think about how that would have reflective on his relationship to Rey?

They were considering making Snoke a woman/female whatever-he-is and that bit of trivia reminded me of Eros’ relationship with his mother, Aphrodite in ‘Eros and Psyche’. The line “You have compassion for her” would have sounded even more possesive coming from a mother figure.

Actually the “Snow Queen” describes exactly the same scenario. “Snow Queen” tells a story in which Kay (similar to Kylo, isn’t it?) is abducted/seduced by cold and unfeeling Queen of the Icy North after a shred of ice wounds his heart. He forgets his family and lives with the Queen in her snowy castle. But brave Gertha, who used to be his friend, sets off for a journey to find him and even marches through endless winter with bare feet, determined to save Kay who, by that time, became Snow Queen’s servant, squire and, presumably, lover.

Sounds familiar?

Well it should! But first listen to read the story:

Everything started with the big mirror, created by the trolls. The mirror had this one peculiar characteristic that it showed the distorted image of both the world and the people living in it: everyone in it’s reflection seemed repulsive and ugly on the inside. Trolls lifted the mirror up above the ground, they were rising it higher and higher, to reflect the whole world in it, and they laughed so loudly and cruelly that the mirror slipped out of their hands and crashed into thousands of pieces that were swept by the wind. Some of them were used by people to make windows, and from now on they could not see friends through the glass. The smaller fragment were used to make eyeglasses, and everyone wore them saw only bad things. “In the evening, when the little Kay was half naked, he climbed to a chair by the window and peered through the crack in its frame. Several snowflakes fell, and one, the largest of them, lay on the edge of the pot.

The snowflake grew bigger and bigger until it was as big as a young lady, dressed in the most beautiful silk, made of millions of small petals, like the stars. She was so pretty and delicate, but she was made of ice, shining and glittering ice; Her eyes were staring motionless like two stars, but there was no peace in them. She nodded toward the window and summoned Kay with a wave of her hand. The boy was frightened and jumped from his chair...”

This last element is interesting. In some retellings the scene of the first real encounter between the Queen and the boy is changed to portray the abduction of a defenseless child. Just like people sometimes picture Kylo’s relationship with Snoke. Yes, the evil creature targeted this boy from the beginning of his life. Yet, in the fairytale, there was something in Kay that made him wait by the window frame and which allowed him to see the Queen. Similarly, it was something in Kylo that made it possible for him to hear Snoke, and something that made him obedient to his voice.

It is exactly at this moment in the Snow Queen fairytale - not earlier! – that Kay gets wounded by the pieces of mirror:

“It was one of the pieces from the magical mirror, and poor Kay was stabbed in the heart. It was no longer painful, but the splinter was still there, and his heart became hard and cold like ice.

Since then Kay's plays has become different. He made fun of Gertha and pulled out all of her flowers from the pots. The only thing that seemed to interest him was watching snowflakes, "look how funny it is!" He said, "much more interesting than real flowers. Those are as accurate as possible, they would have no flaws if only they did not melt!"

Kay, just like Kylo, believes that he only deserves respect, if he deserves admiration. His judgments are cruel to others and to himself, but the boy no longer tells apart his own thoughts from the Snow Queen's whispers. Finally, one snowy morning, when everyone plays in the city square, Kay sees there a beautiful sleigh. Without thinking he attaches his small sledge to it and is taken away:

“The big sleighs stopped, and the person who was driving them them rose from her place. She was a woman; Her coat and cape were made of snow, she was tall and slim and her face was shining bright. She was the Snow Queen.

"We were traveling fast," she said; "But it is frigidly cold. Come, come under my bear skin. " And she sat the boy in the sleigh next to her, wrapped him in fur, and he felt as if he were falling into a snowdrift.

"Are you still cold? She asked and kissed him on the forehead. Ah! The kiss was colder than ice, penetrated to the bottom of his heart, which was almost frozen like a stone. He thought he was going to die, but after a while it felt quite pleasant and he did not mind the cold around. (...) The Snow Queen kissed Kay again, and then he forgot Gertha, his grandmother, and all those he had left at home.

"There will be no more kisses," she said, "otherwise you would die." Kay looked at her. She was very beautiful; she was much wiser and had more wonderful face than he could have ever imagined. And she did not seem to be made from ice as he saw her before, when he was sitting by the window, and she was calling him to her; in his eyes she was perfect, he was not afraid of her and he told her that he could add and subtract in his head and do fractions and that he could tell how many square miles and inhabitants there were in different countries, She always smiled at him, and he then thought that he surely did not know enough, and he looked up into the wide expanse of heaven, into which they rose higher and higher as she flew with him on a dark cloud, while the storm surged around them, the wind ringing in their ears like well-known old songs.

They flew over woods and lakes, over oceans and islands, the cold wind whistled down below them, the wolves howled, the black crows flew screaming over the sparkling snow, but up above, the moon shone bright and clear—and Kay looked at it all the long, long winter nights; in the day he slept at the Snow Queen's feet”

The Snow Queen seems beautiful, clever and wise (“Supreme leader is wise!”), truly refined, and the most important of her assets is her cool intellect with which Kay wants to compete. While Gertha will ask the stream, the flowers, and the sun about Kay, he, during sleepless nights will stare at the empty face of the moon. And just like Rey is “the ray of sunshine” the junior novelization describes Kylo as follows:

“Ben had the wavy dark hair that Han remembered, now shoulder length. His mother's cheeks, Han's chin. Yet everything about him was narrow and stark, as if he had starved himself of nourishment. And his eyes were not the brown eyes Han remembered. They were dim and dark and terribly sad.”

Yet we must not forget that TFA is not only a story about Kylo but also about first of all about Rey who undergoes a certain transformation, just the way Gertha did:

Meanwhile in the fairytale the girls puts on her red shoes and sets off in search of a friend. On her way she visit the garden where the plants tell her fairy tales, she meets the crows that lead her to the palace of the young royal couple; Everyone is deeply touched by Gertha's story and everyone is helping her fulfill her mission the best as they can. The most important part of her journey is the moment in which is attacked by thieves and becomes the property of a small robber girl, her alter-ego: "You will sleep with me today, with all my animals," said the little thief. They ate and drank and went to the corner where supplies and carpets lay. Beside, there were almost a hundred of pigeons sitting on the perches, all seemingly aslep, but they moved when a little bandit came. "All of them belong to me," she said, and grabbed the legs of one of the pigeons closest to her, and shook him, and he waved his wings. "Kiss him!" She exclaimed and shoved him in Gertha's face. "If they were not tethered they would fly away immediately! And this is my old reindeer, "she said and grabbed the horns of the reindeer, which had a copper ring on its the neck, to which the post was attached. "We must tie him, otherwise he would run away! Every night, I tickle his neck with my sharp knife, he is so scared of it! ", And the girl put a long knife through the crack in the wall and slid it over the reindeer’s neck. Poor animal began to kick, and the girl laughed and pulled Gertha back to bed. “Why do you go to bed with a knife? "Gertha said, looking at the knife with fear. "I always sleep with a knife," said the bandit. "You never know what can happen. Now tell me once more about the little Kay. Why do you travel accross the world alone? " The robber girl is uncouth and ruthless but courageous, with a heart that is capable of kindness. She is not entirely sure whether to help Gertha and many times threatens to kill her, but finally gives her a reindeer and supplies and lets her go to continue her search for Kay. Up to this point, Gertha was crying, waiting or wandering in her search almost aimlessly, just like Rey was hindered in her journey by hesitation and attachment to her past. Only after Gertha confronts the little thief, she can discover the strength to move through the snow to the Queen's castle. On the way she meets a Saami shaman (and Rey meets Maz). In fairytales the wizards are masters of craftsmanship and military arts (see: Yoda) and enchantresses are the ones who show you how to live: ... [the shaman said:] "I can not give her more power than she already has. Can not you see how great she is? You do not see how men and animals are obliged to serve her; How she travels the whole world with bare feet? This power does not come from the magic, it comes from her heart!..."

The girl has bare feet! In TFA, Kylo is a prince, wealthy and powerful, while Rey is only a desert rat from a desolate planet. (“somehow you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger.) Yet she is the one who defeats him in the end! Similarly, Gertha does not look like a princess but it is she who succeeds to change Kay’s heart.

In the meantime Kay was thinking only about the task entrusted to him by the Snow Queen: from geometric pieces of ice he was creating new patterns, trying to make the word "eternity" - what could be more perfect than eternity? The queen told him that if he could handle the task and touch this ideal form, then "he would become master of himself", she would give him the whole world as a gift together with and a pair of skates. ..."It is true that Kay is staying at the Queen's palace and everything is to his liking in there. He thinks it is the best place in the world and the reason for this is the glass pieces - one in his eye and one in the heart "...

In this fairytale the traditional roles are reversed - Kay is a passive hostage, and Gertha is his savior. Similarly, in TFA, Rey is the true hero of the story but her destiny is intertwined with Kylo’s fate. Both “Snow Queen” and TFA describe an unhealthy relationship with parental figure.

The Snow Queen is a personification of Kay’s narcissism, just as Kylo’s attachment to Snoke is built on his narcissistic need for perfection and appraisal.

An authentic relationship with another person can bring salvation. At the same time it is the source of hope and the cause of fear. Snow Queen and Snoke perform the role of guardians and persecutors who defend Kay and Kylo from dangerous and fear-inducing, vulnerable feelings in so-called “attacks on linking” (Bion), in other words, a perceived need to sever any attachment . It is visible when Snow Queen orders Kay to forget about his past, friends and family and also when Snoke “tells” Kylo to kill his father… But really no such thing happens, Snoke only warns Kylo that the meeting with Han Solo is unevitable and Kylo makes decision to kill him because, apparently, he thinks that this is the thing that Snoke wants.

Finally, the fairytale tells a story of true love and hope:

“Then it was that little Gertha walked into the Palace, through the great gates, in a biting wind. She said her evening prayer, and the wind dropped as if lulled to sleep, and she walked on into the big empty hall. She saw Kay, and knew him at once; she flung her arms round his neck, held him fast, and cried, "Kay, little Kay, have I found you at last?"

But he sat still, rigid and cold.

Then little Gertha shed hot tears; they fell upon his breast and penetrated to his heart. Here they thawed the lump of ice, and melted the little bit of the mirror which was in it.

Then Kay burst into tears; he cried so much that the grain of glass was washed out of his eye. He knew her, and shouted with joy, "Gertha, dear little Gertha! where have you been for such a long time? And where have I been?" He looked round and said, "How cold it is here; how empty and vast!" He kept tight hold of Gertha, who laughed and cried for joy. Their happiness was so heavenly that even the bits of ice danced for joy around them; and when they settled down, there they lay, just in the very position the Snow Queen had told Kay he must find out, if he was to become his own master and have the whole world and a new pair of skates.

Gertha kissed his cheeks and they grew rose, she kissed his eyes and they shone like hers, she kissed his hands and his feet, and he became well and strong. The Snow Queen might come home whenever she liked, his order of release was written there in shining letters of ice.

They took hold of each other's hands and wandered out of the big place.”

Will the new trilogy end the same way? How do you think? :)

#snoke #supreme leader snoke #kylo ren #Kylo #kylo x rey #kylo ren x rey #star wars #Star Wars The Force Awakens #The Force Awakens #the last jedi #theory #reylo #ben solo #reyben

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excessively long discussion of observations i made after watching dmtnt for a second time, mostly about carina but a little about the other characters as well. a briefer version to follow just highlighting my takeaways from the rewatch. keep in mind that as of my second rewatch, i still have not read ‘the adventures of carina smyth’, so please excuse if anything explored below contradicts the book.

historically, witch trials largely ended by the early 17th century, partly due to past tragedies that had occurred due to witch hysteria and because of advancing scientific discoveries. dmtnt takes place in the 1750s; this might seem like a historical inaccuracy, but considering that in the alternate universe of the potc series, 1. witches are real and 2. people KNOW witches are real, then it makes sense that witch trials would have continued.

everything about carina’s scene in the observatory is fantastic. the look of sheer wonder when she walks inside for the first time, the annoyance when she realizes that all of this belongs to a man who can’t even properly position his telescope ( and yet she is denied the same equipment and education, solely because she is a woman ), and her stealing the chronometer ( which i didn’t notice she’d done until this rewatch )

i don’t think carina was afraid when she was first arrested for witchcraft. i don’t think she truly believed she might be executed until her second arrest and upon being carted away with the other women accused of witchcraft. yes she stills gets in her quips, but when she’s quiet, there’s this look on her face that we didn’t see during her initial imprisonment or pursuit. she looks truly afraid and disappointed, thinking that henry abandoned her after she risked her life to save him, and that she really would die.

henry and carina held hands while ‘the dying gull’ was pushed into the water. i have no further remarks to make other than it was cute as hell.

the choices they made for carina’s wardrobe is fascinating to me. she wears an aquamarine blue dress for the majority of the movie, which is first notable in that it’s a color we haven’t seen in the series before. characters have been dressed in blue, but not in that particular light and green-ish shade. not hard to draw a parallel between the new color and carina serving as a new character in the series. blue is also associated with the protagonist, and it’s interesting to note that (other than his initial appearance as a child) both henry and carina are introduced while wearing blue. other than carina and henry, the only other major character to be dressed predominantly in blue is barbossa, thus implying carina having a connection with henry and barbossa. now on to the wedding party dress. the outfit looks pure orange initially, but having seen the actual dress on display in disneyland, it actually isn’t; it has a subtle purple pattern as well. i don’t really have a comment on the pattern, other than both it and the shape of the dress are so different from the style of dress seen in the original trilogy, that it reflects the passage of time. it also brings to mind elizabeth’s red dress from cotbp. they have a somewhat similar design and certainly a similar way of coming into their owners’ possesions (both women were given/forced to wear it).

while the characters never interact onscreen, i did initially assume that should carina ever meet shansa, she would dislike her. however, i don’t believe that true, given a closer look at shansa’s scenes. shansa is trapped by the same system that prevents carina from attending university. both women are punished for their pursuits, a punishment which has a noticeable sexist undertone to it. so while i’m still not certain exactly how carina would react to her, i do believe she would notice the parallels between them, and would not immediately dislike her as i initially assumed.

shansa claimed that the price for crossing her door was blood, yet barbossa never paid. shansa comments that all pay in the end. in seeking her help and not paying the blood price, he doomed himself to death

as for reconciling carina’s scientific beliefs with her apparently illogical search for the trident, i think she was able to verify that the diary (and thus the trident) were real prior to setting out for it. she also hoped to fulfill what she saw as her father’s last wish, for her to find the trident. and if she were to find it, she could potentially have proven herself, not only to her missing father but perhaps to the scientific community as well. so yes, she believed in the trident and that it had personal and scientific value, but not necessarily in it’s ability to break curses and definitely not in it’s relation to ghosts.

carina can potentially believe in curses and minor supernatural elements because they don’t break scientific laws. magic may simply be a science they haven’t yet discovered. ghosts, however, explicitly contradict the most basic law of science, and thus she refuses to believe in them, instead thinking captain salazar was a living human, until confronted by him on the beach.

carina is extremely resilient to pain and she isn’t frightened by threats against her life. that’s why jack did not threaten her, but instead threatened henry. he knew any threat against her wouldn’t work. not to mention he never truly intended to hurt either of them and that the entire encounter was obviously planned ahead by the crew, given they knew exactly where to throw henry overboard. jack is good at reading people; he likely understood that carina felt some attachment to henry, and that by threatening him, he might get her to talk without truly hurting either one of them.

i’ve already discussed carina’s unrealistic vision of her unknown father so i won’t do so here, but just carina believing so strongly in this image of her father she conjured up that she slapped the fiercest pirate in the world because he insulted that idea.

while in possession of barbossa, the compass was never actually pointing to jack. it was always pointing to carina.

as shown by her refusal to sell the diary’s ruby and her fascination with the trident island purely for academic purposes rather than for the gems’ value, carina truly does not care about living an easy or wealthy life. she grew up with so little, and yet money doesn’t mean much to her. she chooses her own path and pursues knowledge over comfort.

in my own opinion, carina was only truly frightened four times in the film: on the gallows, when henry was ‘keel-hauled’, when she saw salazar’s crew for the first time, and when henry was taken by salazar.

carina is fiercely protective over the few people she cares about. i could go on about this, but i think i’ll make a separate post for it later instead.

#▓ ▌▌ beyond the edges of the map ( ooc. )#▓ ▌▌ filling in the blank spaces on the map ( headcanons. )#analysis tag tba

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