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itzy0megaverse · 2 years

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can you do a scenario where omega reader that is also a member of itzy asks to one of the girls to take care of her because she wants to have her first heat with an alpha and it just has to be them... pretty please? 👀 (sorry this got so long)

An : no worries for the long requests!! It helps me out more if anything!! And again... I'm not great with 6th member au's so... Just be aware 😖 also I decided to do this as a short reaction for each member. If you want a full blown scenario for a member send back another request for a specific member and I'll gladly make one 😊

Side-note : I'm going to write this as if the members secretly have a crush on you and that's why they accept.. It'd feel weird for me to write them just accepting for no reason... This is actually a really cute plot for a full blown storyline here.... 🤔 AND this could combine with the 'confessing feelings' reaction I've already done......... Thoughts and feelings are flowing through me......

6th member O!reader asking A!Itzy to take care of them during their very first heat

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : implications of smut, nothing actually happens but it's implied throughout, some of this is straight dirty talk though

*in this you and Ryujin are roomies*

Yeji

Yeji knew your fears. While she couldn't fully understand them as an alpha, she could at least appreciate and listen to your fears which she did on many occasions. You'd heard so much about how painful heats can be, how stressful they are, how people dread them and the fact you have to live with them practically your whole life... You'd never even had one before and they already scared you. As the eldest, you felt comfortable talking to Yeji about these things.

So when your first heat finally hit, you dragged Yeji back to your room and locked the door while Ryujin was out. Yeji knew from your scent immediately what was wrong and her eyes went wide. She didn't know how to help you. That was until you finally broke. "I want you to fuck me through this." Yeji's eyes went even wider. Her eyes darted round the room for an escape and finding none. You weren't even looking up at her, too shy to.

"I should explain..." Yeji's eyes landed back on you as you spoke. "I don't want to take suppressants cuz I'm scared they'll fuck up my hormones. You could masterbate but, honestly, I tried that just and it didn't help. The last option is an alpha...." Yeji swallowed on her dry throat. Her brain going in 2 different directions. Half of it thinking 'so why me?' and half of it still stuck on the thought of you masterbating....

"Please Yeji..." You beg, finally looking up at her. She really wanted to care for you. She really wanted to be there for you. She really wanted you. She knew she might regret this in the morning but she saw this as her one and only chance with you. Yeji remembers her last thoughts simply being 'fuck it.' before pulling your face straight into hers.

Lia

This isn't exactly how you'd imagined it. First heat suddenly rising while you were all watching a movie in the living room. In a panic you'd run back to your room (hopefully) before any of the other members realised or smelt you. You'd slammed the door shut and stood panicking for a few seconds with your back against the door but it was too much to handle.

So now here you were, lying on your bed, having ripped all of your clothes off, trying to relieve the symptoms yourself through your own touch. Its helping a little but isn't doing a whole bunch so you end up rolling round in bed a few times, knocking things as you go. A few more knocks as you move about before the door opens... The door opens?

"Hey, Y/n? Is everything ok? I tried knoc-" Lia's sweet, concerned voice broke through your ears as she steps into the room. Both frozen in shock of each other. Just staring before she spins, nearly headbutts the wall and apologises. "Oh.my.god.oh.my.god I'm so sorry. I should've knocked more or waited or someth-" "Lia?" You cut off her adorable ramblings.

"Close the door, please." You request. Too embarrassed, Lia just nods with her back still turned and goes to leave. "No! Lia...... Stay inside and close the door..." Her head snaps back to you in shock before she remembers what position you're in right now and looks away again. She just follows what you say.

"I'm in heat..." You admit. "I know...." She awkwardly responds. You pause, thinking up of a way to ask for what you want. "....I wanna know what it's like to have a dick in me........ and I can already see your buldge." Wide eyed, Lia looks down and confirms what you say. Her hands cover herself up as she, one again, begins apologising. You tell her "It's ok but... ermm.... Can I have it in me?"

Still not looking up, Lia thinks it over. Surely there's no harm in just helping a member out... It's not like she likes you at all... With her decision made, she reaches up and makes sure that (this time) the door is locked.

Ryujin

"Ryujin..." You tried stirring her. "RYujin..." A failed second attempt. "RYUJin!" This time you crawled into her bed with her and gripped onto her shirt. It was 3am and you were woken up by your own discomfort. Boiling hot. Fidgety legs. Dripping wet. Everything made worse by the fact you shared a room with an alpha that had her dark chocolate scent everywhere. You didn't realise how difficult it would be to resist her during heat. I mean you'd never had one before how would you of known? Instead of denying yourself though, you'd made the decision to just go with it and try wake Ryujin up so she can take care of you.

Tugging at her shirt and shaking it slightly, you whine out again. "Ryuujiinnn..." "Uuggmmm... What's the matter?" Finally, she stirs slightly. She doesn't have her eyes open and she doesn't move bar a little head shake but she's responding at least. "I..... need you..." You admit weakly. Ryujin rolls her head till its tilted your direction and tiredly opens one eye. "You... Need me?"

Feeling too embarrassed to explain, you just yank on the shirt still in your grasp until your lips are together. It becomes heated pretty quickly (as Ryujin wakes up and realises what the issue is) and you're sitting up together as she guides one of your legs over hers so you can straddle her. You wrap your arms around her shoulders and grind into her, unable to hold back. You want more but Ryujin's hands are on your chest pushing you away slightly.

Leaning back to look you in the eyes, she makes sure you want this. However, Ryujin's too tsundere to admit she cares that much so she disguises it as a cocky statement. "You n e e d me, huh?" Still grinding into her, you nod (yes) frantically.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong cared for you, she always did. Ever since you joined the group, it was like she found a puppy she had to take care of. Constantly asking if you're hungry, you need a drink, a massage, anything and she'll do it for you. It's to the point where one yell of her name will send her flying towards you at lighting speed ready to get you everything you need.

It happened again today. "Chaeryeong!?" You called out, one second later she's at your door. She steps in to find you pacing about clearly stressed out and the smell she's walked into tells her why. As always, she's ready. "Right. What do you need? How can I help you? I can go get anything you need and you can just stay he-"

She's halfway out the door already but you walk over, pull her back in and shut her inside with you. Gently, placing her against the door but having a death grip on her forearms, you talk. "You always help me, right?" Nervous, Chaeryeong nods (yes). "Can you help me now?" Soothingly, she answers in an instant. "Of course! You know I'm always here to help you! Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

Looking her in the eyes, you whisper. "What do you think I want you to do?" Seeing the emotion in your eyes, Chaeryeong knows what you want. She doesn't quite know how to respond but, before she really knows it, she slowly leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your lips. A kiss that's bound to get rougher as the night goes on.

Yuna

Being the 2 youngest members, it was inevitable that you and Yuna got along. Always sat next to each other. Always messing about. Always bickering. You both preferred to annoy each other rather than be lovey-dovey. That stayed the same whenever your heat was brought up in topic. Yuna making sarcastic jokes and lightly poking fun at you to make you feel better about them.

So, when you and Yuna were alone in the dorm because everyone had gone to visit family, and your first heat hit you, Yuna was right there with you. Right there with you, to tease you all the way through it.

You were sat gossiping in her bed when it hit and your wide eyes and scent told her everything. "Ahahaha!! It's happening~" Yuna taunts while pointing a finger at you. "Be quiet, Yuna." You snap, trying to get yourself comfortable. "Not when you're all~ grown~ up~ now~"

The rest of the day Yuna sits closer, smirks at you, whispers seductively instead of just talking normally, openly trying to get you even more worked up than you already were. The final straw was when you were stood at the kitchen sink getting yourself a glass of cold water and Yuna walks up behind you, reaches round to lean against the sink and pushes all of her front into your back.

Being so fed up and horny you just blurt your imagination out. "Yuna, for fucks sake! If you're gonna turn me on this much why don't we just have sex!" Shocked, she relaxes and moves slightly, not enough to free you completely but enough to let you turn round and face her. Now front-to-front, you stare into her wide eyes completely serious. "I know you're just teasing me to make this worse so why don't we just get this over with?"

"......You think I'm teasing you this much just to annoy you?" She leans in, lips gracing only. "Ever think about me doing this because I like seeing you all hot and bothered because of me?"

#omegaverse #itzy #itzy chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy lia #itzy omegaverse #itzy reactions #itzy ryujin #itzy yeji #itzy yuna #itzy scenarios

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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Caught In A Trap ( 2/10 )

Fandom: Elvis (2022)

Relationship: Elvis/Living Past 42, past Priscilla/Elvis, current Priscilla and Elvis loving each other too much always

Word Count (this chapter): 2360ish

Rating: R, honestly this isn't gonna move below that rating I don't think.

TW: Talk of drug use for pain, pain in general, mention of character death, brief implication of self injury, it's sort of a blink and miss situation, drinking. Honestly it's all in the movie for the most part.

Author's Note: This is probably gonna be 10 parts or lower, I think. I have it plotted out, it's really just how I get to all the parts. Also apologies for the wait, literally have spent like the past week ish sick as a dog between me and my family. As always ask box is open, y'all know the drill.

Elvis is sure Jerry was not prepared to have him leaning on him as much as he is both on the way to the car and inside the car. Truth be told, Elvis himself hadn't really planned to lean as much as he was on the other man but his legs couldn't quite carry him in the way he needed and his body in general felt too heavy for him to lug around or sit up any straighter than he was. Still, it makes it easier for Elvis to listen to the other man as he explains everything in the letter he received.

Goddammit his mama had been right, they couldn't trust this Colonel. He should- everyone's warnings and even his own gut telling him something was off and every damn time he fell right back in snowed in and trapped like only a true Southern boy could be by that snow.

Elvis found himself squeezing the bridge of his nose and exhaling, "we could have done this back in '68. Or 69 or 70. Could have taken 'Cilla and Lisa to see Paris."

Might have helped smooth over some of the dumb things he's done. Could have reminded her that he was her husband and she was his wife- his gorgeous spitfire birdie.

"Yeah," Jerry shakes his head, "honestly, we could have done those dates in half the time we've been here in Vegas and the States. Probably had more money too, even with the deal."

"Don't remind me, Jerry." He spits the sentence out with a little more force than he means to. He knows he's a fool when it comes to business and letting the Colonel get away with what BB's told him time and and time again is highway robbery but he hates dealing with all those details now and he always has. Maybe now he ought to try and see what's going on.

Or not if the flash of pain slicing through his head causing him to roll his head to the opposite side. He should have had Dr. Nick give him something for his head at least. Maybe once they get to the hospital they'll give him something. They always do even if he has to make new pain to get something.

"Lay back, EP." Jerry mutters while looking out the window to see if any photographers are trying to catch a photo. He spots one but with Elvis' tilted the way he is, he's pretty sure they're safe. "We'll talk about it later. Can't have you passing out again before we get you inside. Not that sure I can hold up all of your weight."

If Elvis was a little more coherent and a little less exhausted, he might have punched Jerry in the arm for that- defended his eating habits and told the man he wasn't that much of a feather either. He isn't though and all he can muster up is a light kick to the shins and a mumbled and mildly slurred, "I know ya didn't just call m' fat."

The only response he gets is a deep laugh as they start to pull into the hospital. "Wouldn't dream of it. Priscilla might though."

It's hard to get Elvis into the building without anyone noticing but they've had to play this song and dance so many times that by now it's beginning to be an old hat to everyone and Elvis finds that he's always a little more thankful everything but tonight especially. His filter is gone and his temper is barely in check that he doesn't think he could handle a question about why he's here asked by someone with a camera shoved in his face. Why else would he be here? What dumbass question is that?

The ride up to his room is slower than he's used to but maybe it's just his perception of time feeling off. After all, they have to be moving faster than this goddamn snail's pace with him. What if it was something big that's got him this tired? Having them move like this would get him killed not that it mattered right now, he thought, because he's not dying he's just- he needs a break, one that he hasn't had for such a long time. Maybe he'll just go to sleep now, just until they get him settled in.

He hears The Colonel before he sees him in any capacity. His eyes barely open up at the tap of the cane and he knows he needs to sit up, get up and get the man out of his room but the idea seems like an impossible task. Jerry's voice sounds muffled but Elvis thinks he hears him say something about him being asleep and leave him be.

"Nonsense! He's being overdramatic! The showman never stops, hm?" Elvis can feel both the Coloniel's presence in body and feel his breath far too close to his face for comfort in the moment. The shiver that escapes his body is a mixture of disgust and actual chill and he tries to will his arm to move while mumbling.

It fails miserably and Elvis curses his own body for betraying him in the moment he needs it to be with him. Any other time was fine, but right now when he needs to be in fighting form to get this leech of a man away from him the betrayal just slices a knife right through him. Thankfully he hears the door open and a voice he's never heard- a new doctor he thinks- speak before is pulling Parker away with more force than is probably necessary.

"I know you're his manager, Mr. Parker, but he's not going to respond right now. I'll call security on you if you don't leave Mr. Presley be until tomorrow morning."

He hears the Colonel grumbling something about being a Colonel and trying to put up a resistance before blissful silence. He had almost forgotten what that sounds like.

He wakes up in Graceland- or at least what Graceland was a decade and a half ago. Right when his mama had been there and- he loves decorating his home, he does but there was something to be said about how his mama made it look. He can't actually be in Graceland, he's sure he was at the hospital in Las Vegas before he opened his eyes but seeing everything around him settles something in him, lulls him into believing this is real. He wants it to be real, wants for at least a moment to pretend he's this young again and his mama is still here and he can still fly away like he should to the Rock of Eternity.

He forces himself out of bed, trying to see if the whole house is looking like it used to and he finds himself almost immediately going to his mother's closet. He knows he shouldn't, remembers how he broke down leaning against her dresses as if the feel of them would bring her back but it's been so long and he still misses her. He misses all his girls, but his mama is the only one that isn't just a plane ride away. God, he should call Priscilla, have her bring over Lisa Marie. It feels like it's been an age since he's seen them.

"Elvis, is that you?" Elvis hears his mother's voice clear as day the moment he steps out of her closet and his knees just buckle underneath him. She's not real, this can't be real and yet that's her voice.

"Mama?" His throat feels as if there isn't a single drop of water in it and he swears he feels his eyes watering his vision is getting blurry enough that he hopes he's crying. He forces himself to swallow when he looks up to see her looking older than he remembers. "It's me."

Her smile lights up almost every fiber of his being, it's almost the same feeling he gets when little Lisa grins and giggles at him but somehow just different in the most subtle of ways. "You know you're not supposed to be in my closet. If you needed to find me you know where I am."

At home, six feet under and dead for longer than he likes to admit is his first thought before he let's out a huff of a laugh, "the kitchen, I know, Mama. Just wasn't sure about it today."

"You know better than to lie to me, boobie. You know I can tell." She moves her hand out to touch his face and Elvis leans in quicker than he thought he was capable of moving. He can feel the tears on his cheeks now, knowing that this isn't real and his mama isn't this old but if this is what his exhaustion is dreaming up he'll take it. He'll be this exhausted for just a little while longer just to see her and feel her comfort. "Get up off the floor, I can't give you a hug like that."

His bones protest the movement, creaking in ways they probably shouldn't and he sways just a little too much to where he stumbles just momentarily into the wall. Gladys is there to catch him though and the look on her face brings such a rush of shame in his body that he feels like a little boy getting in trouble for something major. "You shouldn't be moving like that."

"I'm older mama, pushing 40. My body just-" He finds himself being shushed and cut off all at once.

"That's nonsense, almost 40 or not my strong boy wouldn't be stumbling like that just from getting up. You haven't been drinking have you?"

There is an irony that isn't lost on Elvis and he has to bite his tongue to not back talk at his mother but he can't stop the way his lips purse just a bit and his upper lip inches toward a bit of a snarl before he answers her. "No, mama, you know I get mean when I drink anyway. I'm just tired and I'm in some pain."

A lot of pain, but he figures he was due for something that Dr. Nick would give him so that was to be expected even with his exhaustion- can't escape parts of his own body from acting up.

He feels her arms wrap around him. "You mean that pain they've got you on all those pills for, boobie?"

In the back of his mind he can hear himself singing that he's caught in a trap as he pulls away from her embrace to touch at her face and look at his mother. This isn't right, she shouldn't know about that, shouldn't know how bad it's been getting. This isn't real but he's so tired, who's she gonna tell?

"Yeah, mama, that pain. I've got it handled though-"

"For God's sake, boobie, I wish you wouldn't take all those pills, they can't be good for you." His mother pleads looking at him straight into his eyes. Hell, into his soul for all he knew.

He remembers telling her not to drink so much, how it wasn't good for her and he can't help the bark of a laugh that exits his throat with such ferocity that it startles him. Mama didn't need the alcohol, but he's pretty sure he needs at least some of these pills.

"Mama-"

"No, boobie, you know I'm right, you're losing yourself and I don't like seeing you like this."

His eyes narrow who did she think she was saying that to him of all people after she drank herself to death leaving him with his daddy and making it so he couldn't introduce her to Priscilla and her granddaughter. "I didn't like seeing you dead, Mama."

Her face looks hurt for a moment before she exhales slowly. "I was worried. I'm still worried. Promise me you'll cut back, Elvis. You might have the strength of two men but Jesse can't save you forever."

He wants to deny it but there's a part of him, small as it is that knows she's right. That Jesse might have been saving him all these years but the full moons are getting harder and harder to catch so to speak. Still, he doesn't know if he can, because it's hard- everything is starting to bust on him and he just wants a break. If he could just rest and reset he'd be fine, but he's gotta pay for Graceland and the Mafia.

His breath leaves his body in one swoop when he looks up at his mother through his lashes and he nods his head. "I'll try. At least a little."

Will he is the real question, but what's the harm in lying to his dead mother? It's not like she could be mad at him for it or hit him for it.

"Good, now let's head to the kitchen, boobie, I made your favorite." Gladys smiles and motions for him to follow her.

It's then that Elvis feels the pull of real life yanking him back against his will. He knew this was a dream but it was so nice that he just wanted to stay for a little while, just rest for a little while. Maybe if he just shuts his eyes it'll stay put just a little while longer.

He thinks he feels his eyes shut and feels his body become weightless as a bird before-

"What the hell?!"

#elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis #austin butler elvis #austin butler #ally writes #i never know what to tag everything as.

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warningsine · 2 months

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So I started watching the 6th season of OITNB and it does indeed look like an improvement over the mess that was season 5. Phew.

Loving the drama with the OGs having to snitch on each other so that they won't get more time.

Red forgiving Nicky for fucking her over? [cries in a corner]

Have yet to feel bad about Frieda for doing the same though, because you don't see her hurting or feeling remorse. Unlike Nicky, she barely hesitates. Checks out. She's a survivor.

I still love Maria (pretty sure it's because the actress is really good no matter how bad the script gets), but can't blame Gloria for getting revenge. Can't blame Blanca for turning on her either.

What pained me a lot was seeing Cindy implicate Taystee. We had already known that Cindy is selfish and a coward, but this season and her new flashbacks really drive that point home. A really nice touch that she was the one to hug Tasha during her breakdown in front of Piscatella (season 5 finale).

Why is Alex not questioned about the events in the pool though? Does that happen in the background?

Moreover, it's a delight to see the OGs (Flaca, Cindy, Lorna, Daya etc.) interacting now that their cliques are not a thing anymore.

Moving on.

A thing that feels forced to me: Red losing all sense of control when she sees Frieda and thus missing the opportunity to meet her grandchildren for the first time. Like, come on. That only happens to trigger the "SHU is cruel and gives you dementia" ending, because it makes no fucking sense.

Red's s6 characterization is so inconsistent with her s1-s4 counterpart's, who played the long game and did not make such impulsive/hasty decisions.

Not counting s5 Red, because almost every character (except for Tasha, Gloria, Soso and Sophia) was an exaggerated caricature of themselves during season 5.

Another lady whose characterization is off? Lorna's, who thinks that joining a gang is good for her baby. Antidepressants (paroxetine) do have side effects, but do not give you a personality transplant.

"Don't look at me. I'm crazy, but not Florida crazy." Oh, baby.

That's the only reason they kept her there in season 6, because she adds literally nothing to the story.

Now, as for the new characters,

Love the guard who used to be Tasha's friend and Lorna's bunkmate. Hope they both get their own background episodes, because they're the most interesting ones.

Most of the other guards seem pretty bland in comparison--cheap repetitions of previous COs, e.g., Hellman is Humps no. 2.

A good thing that Artesian is back though. She's no Fisher or Wanda, but compared to the rest of the COs... Can't wait to see her PTSD episode.

Why is the show trying to make Dixon, the guard who compared Poussey's murder to breaking a chair and murdered several people and also a girl after he had sex with her because her loved ones "would kill her anyway," goofy and lovable all of a sudden? Isn't the woobification of Tiffany's rapist enough?

I like the "crazy baby killer" (Piper's bunkmate) and want to know what turned her into Medea.

All the new inmate villains (Carol, Barb, Badison & Annalisa) are so cartoonish and over the top. Waiting to see if they'll get any depth, but I'm sensing that the baddies on this show peaked at Vee. Even Piscatella seems more nuanced in comparison.

I'm struggling to see what people saw in Carol... that she's pretty? The older actress is ok, but the younger one's acting is, um, how to put this delicately? Not ideal.

Badison has some funny lines, but she's more of a tryhard high school bully than a compelling antagonist. Waiting to see if that's intentional or not.

Annalisa is so annoying and unnecessary. Could definitely do without her. Glad to know that Lorna attacks her before being moved to Florida honestly.

"Daddy" is so physically unimposing that I find it hard to buy he* is the protector of the block. Androgyny on its own isn't enough. Waiting to see if he'll get some development, because for the time being, it looks like he's Stella no. 2: there to look hot despite the subpar acting and personality of a spoon. But I suppose he's there to trigger Daya's kingpin arc and drug addiction. My point? Missing Boo hours.

*Not sure what pronouns I should use (Annalisa says "he"), because it's not clear to me whether "Daddy" is a trans guy, nonbinary or a cis masc lesbian.

Moving on again.

I found the opening with Suzanne's hallucinations charming yet a bit out of place.

The thing is, S1-S3 were more of a comedy than a drama. S4 was the turning point and the show became more of a drama than a comedy.

Season 5 should have committed to drama, but unfortunately tried to balance the two and stumbled.

Season 6 is another attempt at balancing the two.

Nicky remains funny, but the lines lack the spark and wit of her pre-s5 ones. Maybe that can be explained due to the "We're all in Max now" development, maybe it's due to the new writers interpreting her differently.

Something is missing there for sure and is definitely not the "I'm a player, but suddenly stopped chasing women" bit.

Piper keeps asking for Alex ("a broken record" like Daya says) and then spends her time joking about their wedding. What else is new with these two?

What else indeed. Hm.

Where the hell is Sophia? I know she gets out in the finale, but in the meantime, where is she? We barely saw her in season 5 after 2 interactions with Gloria.

Oh, last but not least, missing Soso and Chang hours.

Not missing Leanne and Angie at all hours. Too bad that they replaced them with equally irritating characters.

#oitnb

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years

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cannot WAIT for your thoughts on tonight's IWTV episode

Tbh I don't have like... fully realized thoughts on it and I don't think that I'll know how I fully feel until the season is over?

My initial reaction was pretty pissed off, because like...

Here's the thing. In a very real way, Lestat and Louis have a toxic relationship in the books and in the show. The show adds in the element of Lestat being white and Louis being black, giving Lestat power over Louis that he doesn't fully understand or acknowledge because he's that classic white partner who goes "no no I get it I'm cool" when he's not.

Additionally, there is a lot of emotional toxicity on both sides, and obviously, they are both murderers and Lestat did... kill Louis, even if Louis was in the moment really upset and asked for it (arguably in part due to a series of events that were manipulated by Lestat).

To me, all of those yeeeears of resentment and issues, plus Lestat's jealousy of the bond between Louis and Claudia would be enough to eventually motivate Louis to kill Lestat, which is what this is all leading to, right? The attempted murder.

So if Lestat beating the shit out of Louis happened just like that, and it's just something the writers threw in to motivate Louis to kill Lestat, I think that's bullshit on several levels. For though Lestat is awful:

--there's no basis for it in the books... which doesn't really matter, but I say that to go "this is a decision the showrunners made fully independently"

--it was unnecessary

--a white guy beating his black lover is an even tougher watch and not something we super need on our television screens at the moment, especially when it's on this supernatural TV show where it served the plot... not at all...

So the question is... and why I'm not passing full judgment as of now... did it happen like that.

We see it from Claudia's perspective. Not only does Claudia APPARENTLY (lol it hasn't happened yet but I assume) participate in the attempted murder of Lestat... she's the one really pushing it. Is Claudia making this up OR exaggerating a fight that happened in order to justify the attempted murder?

But also, Claudia is fully insane. I love her, but she is delusional in a way that I don't think Lestat is, despite his own mental fragility. (Sidebar: I don't super think we needed to see Claudia get assaulted in this episode, so that bugged me, but a friend of mine pointed out that this could play into Claudia recalling things different in terms of projecting the other guy's danger onto Lestat.) It is entirely possible that Claudia fully believed she saw something that didn't happen like that, as Louis is her father and Lestat is... different... for her.

And Claudia did not actually see most of the actual fight. What she saw--if that is all reality--was bad, don't get me wrong. But she also heard Lestat saying that he didn't want to hurt Louis, begging him to let up, etc. Which would play into the idea that Lestat has abilities and appetites that remain unfamiliar to Louis because he wants to protect him from that side of himself, something the show has played with before.

But I don't super know how any of this works with Lestat flying Louis up in the sky, soooo.

And even if they do reveal that this was another unreliable narration issue--I feel like I'm still a bit pissed. Maybe they'll find a way to convince me. But unreliable narration around the subject of DV seems.... dicey.... especially in our current timeline. And the unreliability coming from a mentally ill black girl who'd been sexually assaulted? IDK BOB. SEEMS LIKE A LOT OF BAD IMPLICATIONS.

And of course, it's also revealed... theoretically I guess, but I feel like this was real--that Antoinette has stayed Lestat's long term mistress? Not surprising I guess, but MESS.

I suppose there's also an element of--is the show going to get too entangled with the unreliable narration? Claudia's narration, Louis's, and theoretically we'll get Lestat's. With as much of the show's narrative theoretically depending on Lestat as it will, you'd think that they'd be hesitant to make him THAT coldly unsympathetic.

Unless, and here's the kicker because it is soooo possible: they are actually that dumb and don't recognize man-on-man domestic violence as the same as man-on-woman domestic violence. And that's, again, possible and I'd never trust the writers!

Here's the thing: in essence, is it unbelievable that a relationship as toxic as Lestat and Louis's would escalate to domestic violence? No. But in fiction, is it a) worth showing a gay black man being beaten brutally by his white lover just... because b) wise to make a character who's supposed to stick around and drive so much action as a semi-sympathetic figure a domestic abuser? Seems not to me on both counts.

Look, maybe they'll surprise me and pull this off. I really think there are a lot of questions up in the air still so I can't say exactly what happened. But either way, imo making this part of the unreliable narration game was..... not a good move.

#interview with the vampire #basically: not what i would've done no matter what

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Day 3: bloodplay ; CopiaDew

Short and sweet for me but I'm juggling two big projects so I'm trying to limit myself to short things for kinktober so I don't end up with another 50k+ wip

Dew is allowed a bit of Copia's blood as a treat. There is also knifeplay in here as a given. Blood drinking and Copia is trans in this one. Dew might be a bit possessive of his Papa.

Special thanks to @kroas-adtam for the amazing ghostober prompts I can't wait to write stuff for more days!

Dew’s grin is sharp as he dances the tip of the ceremonial dagger across Copia’s inner thigh, not enough pressure to really cut just yet, but enough for Copia to feel the sharp steel against his skin, the teasing kiss of what's to come.

"Are you sure about this?" Dew asks, tongue flicking out to lick across his lower lip, "Once I cut you, there's no going back."

Copia shivers at the implications, of both being cut so freely and of baring himself to Dew like this, of the possibility of his blood driving Dew mad once he scents it.

"I'm aware of the risks," Copia says easily, "Of what you could do to me." He feels the heat in his stomach pool further down, down between his legs, and he watches Dew's nostrils flare, "You're the only one I trust to treat me right."

Dew growls softly, presses just a bit harder with the dagger until the tip digs into Copia's thigh, easily slicing the skin and making the two of them moan together—Copia at the feeling and Dew at the scent of blood that permeates the air, mingling with the headiness of Copia's arousal.

"Shit," Dew hisses, watching with eager eyes as blood wells up against the cut, sluggish and slow as it slides down Copia's inner thigh. "Fuck," he says again, and then he dips down, mindful of the dagger, and presses his mouth over the cut, nipping with sharp teeth until he's chasing the taste of Copia's blood and sweat on his skin.

Copia's hand settles in Dew's hair, fingers curling in the strands as he moans loudly, spreading his legs wider to make more space for the fire ghoul. "Yes," he hisses out, "Take what you need, what you want," he breathes, his voice going high and breathy as Dew's teeth worry the skin more and Copia can feel the cut open further.

He's floating, it feels like, somewhere on the precipice of pain and pleasure, Dew hungrily mouthing at the cut on his skin, teasing out more blood, more sounds from him as he goes.

He could stay here forever, he thinks, Dew's hands pinning him down to the bed while Dew continually drinks from him. If Dew wanted to take it all, he'd let him, he thinks hazily.

When Dew's mouth leaves his skin, there's red smeared all around it and Copia wants to kiss him. Wants to share the taste of his blood and Dew's saliva, see if it makes him feel as heady as it does Dew.

"Let me mark you," Dew says, his voice a rough growl as he traces a claw on a new area of his inner thigh, "Fire. Right here," he taps the pad of his finger high up on the meat of Copia's thigh, close to where his cunt is.

Copia's eyes flutter and he shifts on the bed, on top of the towels that Dew had so lovingly laid out before all of this began, "Yes," Copia says, his voice a little shaky, "Yes please. Mark me as yours. Permanently."

Dew growls again, a dark and possessive thing, "Anytime someone goes down on you they'll see it," he says, a promise and a threat, "They'll know who really owns you."

Copia's nails scratch at Dew's scalp, "Mmhm," he agrees mindlessly, digs his heel into the bed under him, shifts until he's made enough space for Dew to get closer, "Would you let me mark you back?" He asks offhandedly, mouth falling open in a gasp when Dew's mouth, hot and wet, presses against his inner thigh.

"Yes," Dew hisses, nipping at the unblemished skin, pressing his nose into the crease of Copia's thigh and inhaling sharply, "Anywhere you want, Papa."

Copia hums, pleased and happy, thinking of a matching mark on Dew, high up on his inner thigh as well, something for the material of his pants to rub against, reminding him of who he belongs to while on the surface.

"Get on with it then, my ghoul. Give me yours and I'll give you mine as soon as you want it."

Dew growls happily and when the sharp bite of metal presses into Copia's skin, he fists a hand in Dew's hair and holds on tight, even as the dagger is tossed aside and Dew nurses at the wound, the triangle carved into his skin, until the bleeding grows sluggish, his appetite for the blood of his human satiated.

"Mine." Dew murmurs, mouth smeared with blood again, and all Copia can do is draw him upwards into a kiss, finally tasting himself on Dew's tongue.

#copiadew #ghostober #the band ghost fic #my writing

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BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Separation episode 2 review

That beginning meeting among Sternritters gave me major flashbacks of Aizen and his meeting with his Espada. Was that intentional? More than likely yes, because of nostalgia reasons and for us to see nothing has really changed; "villains" still making plans how to defeat "heroes". Though, there was one tiny difference and that was the lack of tea. Oh yeah. Something about villains sipping tea when having their villain meeting gives such a sophisticated feeling, (even if they all wouldn't be that sophisticated) yet now...it's all business. After all, the Quincies are here to bring "peace"! I really liked how they made the camera angle move when they showed the meeting among all Sternritters and the top of the table surface was this episode's name. It felt very smooth and seriously gave that villainous meeting vibe.

This episode made me think something, and I'm not sure if it was really ever addressed in the manga, but how long does Quincies live? I know Yhwach is like a special case, but the way Askin talked and all the other implications before that...make it sound like Quincies too can live 100-plus years and still remain in their youthful appearances. Does this mean if they live in the World of the Living, only then they'll age normally like humans do? But as long as they're at Soul Society where is Reishi, it's a different story? Because if we think about the last cour, at least to me it seemed like Ryuuken aged normally. So did Masaki and because they were considered 'elite' Quincies, we can assume they weren't run-out-of-mill ones...so, does the location matter when comes to aging? Or, the fact if Quincies are Sternritters or not? Because we've only seen so far mostly Sternritters' POV of things, it could be they're a special case, but even so...I couldn't help but think that especially when they talked about Quincy King's rising and the time it would take.

And sunflower Mayuri makes an appearance! He really looked ridiculous, but still very loyal to his style: ridiculous but in such a way it was also a smart move. I'm not sure what kind of texture or animation technique the staff used, but the fact Mayuri's (and Nemu's) outfit seemed to be 'alive' was a very neat trick. They could have just gone with yellow and white colors that glow a little bit, but nope! They went over that little extra mile to give Mayuri's and Nemu's outfits that specialty that one would expect and wait for from Mayuri.

But man...working in a place like his lab at the moment, would be one form of torture as it seemed just so...bright. Must be nice, when one doesn't have migraine issues, eh?

Heh, Askin being all '-ck this sh*t, I'm out' toward Mayuri, when he at first measured how much effort it would take to take down Mayuri. xD And then Mayuri slaying back. Talk about two smart people going all 'too much effort' versus 'needs more time to craft such a plan I can crush you fully'. Though, that last look Mayuri gave to Askin...oh boy. He seriously wanted to crush Askin, like the lil' bug he was in his eyes.

Never understood why Toshiro had that cloth wrapped around his head, because earlier he didn't have. It just...ditto. Made me think of Rambo or some sort of other action movie where the "hero" has a bandana around their head...but Toshiro is supposed to be that cool guy, so heat shouldn't be a problem with him, so why? Though considering his opponent is Bazz-B, heat will be soon a problem for him...and yes, I can see the irony, that was before the heat problem, lol.

I must say, I really liked how Rangiku and Toshiro worked together against Bazz-B! I had missed such synergy, and especially Rangiku teasing Toshiro! Rangiku's explanation was a bit over the top, but it was still super cute! Especially when Toshiro clearly resisted his urge to roll his eyes while Bazz-B was just staring in there, probably thinking 'lots of words, I don't get anything!' Lol. But yeah. That was a super cute moment between Toshiro and Rangiku and reminded just how good a captain and lieutenant combo they make~. Unfortunately...it just wasn't enough this time around, despite their brave attempt to go against Bazz-B.

As a side note, I must admit I still find it pretty ridiculous how people explain in the battle against their opponent the 'trick' they're using...that's just begging trouble against them.

That moment with Omaeda and his sister was very touching. Despite the fact, Omaeda has been...well, not my favorite character (and probably either not many other people's), that moment was still touching. A bit of cliché hero talk, but at times those are needed, eh? Especially if a little girl is scared and crying.

Luckily Soi Fon came to the rescue, because while Omaeda's attempt was...well, okay, it wasn't enough. Not to mention, I just loved how Soi Fon acted all badass when she showcased her shunko! And yes, while that wasn't (at least yet) enough, I still liked how Soi Fon ride on her thrill over the fact she had managed to master her own shunko.

What caught my attention was how Soi Fon called BG9 in the subtitles 'freak', while in actuality she called him 'bakemono'. It was a small thing, but because of that, the meaning got a bit changed. While "freak" would have suited BG9, because of what he did earlier to Soi Fon in cour 1, I think 'bakemono' was a bit more suited as it can be translated as a monster, and in a sense, BG9 is exactly that. (Because he is basically a walking weapon, a robot, an entity that shinigami probably hasn't seen ever before.) Even so, despite the light tone difference, both are okay when thinking about the context. But even so...with my limited Japanese knowledge, it just caught my attention. ^^'

And once again, Urahara to rescue! Good thing Mayuri didn't cut him off right away when he heard his voice, since Gotei 13 is in a dire situation and will need all the help they can get.

Hmm, that ending with Ichigo walking toward the torii gate was interesting. I had to google a bit to find out what "irazusando" at the end meant, but I wasn't disappointed when I did!

I found a person on Reddit explaining it like this:

"It means "no entry Sandō".

A Sandō is a path/road leading to the entrance of a Shinto shrine, with a torii (the wooden gate Ichigo is walking towards) marking the origin of the path."

Very interesting. I can't wait to see how Ichigo will make his way to the torii or if will he meet more struggles when going toward it, as why else he would have that wooden sword with him? (I'm just waiting for a jumpscare in here...)

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If we go with Kouta, the dusk bird will be puppet reader and Scara's firstborn, lol. Really nice contrast between puppet reader (immortal) with dusk bird (mortal) and Tighnari (mortal) with Karkata (immortal). And slightly sad and hopeful implication that puppet reader will take in Karkata after Tighnari's eventual passing. A more tragic thought is puppet reader succumbing to erosion and everyone, all the friends they have made with Scara, have to take them out. And then puppet reader dying with a smile on their face. About to ask Kaeya for a favor and freeze puppet reader and Scara together so they'll be with each other for eternity even after death. *insert Modern AU*

Scara also ordering new clothes with their household seal/family crest embroidered on it to show that puppet reader is his spouse so watch it. But I imagine he enjoys it when they leave marks on him during their bedroom waltz for similar reasons. Others can see it and know that they are a couple. Also, I can't unsee him leaving hickies on puppet reader and it looks like flowers blooming on kintsugi branches.

That Vocaloid song Kokoro really scratches an itch in my brain when thinking more about the creation of artificial life in Genshin. But Albedo taking an interest in Scara and puppet reader due to their similar stories would be funny given how it happened twice in Inazuma. Susbedo, though. A thrilling side quest.

https://youtu.be/7IoseIkhAg0

Bloom anon

Firstborn sksksks except for the obvious fact that only reader send letters, or Scara rarely uses it - and nooo please don't bring that thought after I've been obsessing over Karkata and Tighnari art again skdbeikw

And the erosion hnghhhh sorry to ruin your moment but it's not Kaeya that's doing the deed it's actually Zhongli sealing them in amber/cor lapiz just like Qiqi and Azhdaha ywy just them curled up inside amber half-buried next to their oldest Sakura tree which at one point wraps its roots around the golden coffin, it was done like that to honor their existence and became a forest legend, and omayghad Modern au? Fuck yeah, Ouroboros this shit until it chokes in its own tail

And yes, now I can imagine it! I've always been pondering of puppet reader's supposed redesign now that they moved on with Scaramouche, and the house seal being their motif is a goodie! The back of their kimono has the house seal, and their veil (the one from Kuni) is turned into a transparent haori to replace the old one. Or they keep it as a veil still but with a Sumeru hat over it. Hot take on the lovebites, maybe they leave marks on him when he's leaving with Traveler and the others again but the more bites means the more they miss him

Wait cute shit, Nahida drawing flowers on their kintsugi as branches using henna? That would be a beautiful surprise for Scara's return perhaps (I dunno why I thought of this but I feel like there would be a personality change to puppet reader after Scara became Wanderer, like they're not so innocent or naive like before, more confident and maybe giving a bit of that dom energy nagging mother vibe everytime Scara turns into a lil shit)

And don't remind me of that song again aofbwonwmd I think the artificial life gang should meet up (susbedo and reader meeting up and him seeing the kintsugi tho hmm) (did i mention that albedo did meet puppet reader back in Mond during 1.1?) and poke around, see what makes each other different and similar and all that

Oh hey that's four of them, they can make up a whole team hahaha

#bloom anon #exile.goblet #exile.reader #about kintsugi #tighnari #scaramouche #wanderer #albedo

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Five things you like about Walking Dead: World Beyond?

i could 100% give you a full essay but i will try my best to be normal

the portrayal of family. both hope and iris don't seem to have been adopted as a "last resort" which is So common in adoption stories and really is such an ugly thing imo skjnsfjk so i like how there was never any discussion re: infertility or anything, which is so refreshing. felix also being adopted into the family as a teenager was so great to see! because it's not something commonly done in media. the twdu has always been very adamant in its belief that blood isn't what makes a family but there's just something special about it to me personally with the bennetts.

the amount of character development given. being a limited series, a lot could've gone wrong, but the writers accomplished so much in giving complete and detailed arcs to every character in only 20 episodes. they aren't defined by the traits assigned in 1.01; rather quickly, we saw hope and iris stray from the "expected" roles, and the transformations to who they become at the end of the series never feels rushed/undeserved. it's difficult for some shows with 5+ seasons to accomplish the development they got imo, and it's definitely something that needs to be commended.

the differences to twd/fear, which some people see as its "weakness", but i Love how the characters in wb have lived a completely different live; it's those varying experiences that really keep this franchise thriving. one of the biggest complaints when s1 first dropped was the kids being "useless" and i always felt that it was a stupid thing to say because. that is the point? seeing them interact with the world for the first time & following their journey to understand a life beyond the CC was so compelling; seeing who they became was so satisfying. i can get how it's just not for everyone but the people who complained at how "good" they had it while everyone else suffered really missed the point of the story.

felix carlucci. yes, he gets his own point. he is The best character in the entire franchise to me. nico gave us so much with their portrayal and i am so incredibly grateful. twd/fear also have some incredible rep but i loved how felix's story was handled. it just felt so genuine how so much of his character WAS defined by being gay but that's also not ALL there was to him. i think all the time about an interview nico gave where they said during the talks for the role, matt negrete was talking to them about how the only binary that exists is "living and the dead" in twd and how, while felix presents as mostly traditionally masculine & is solely referred to with he/him, his narrative really feels like a trans narrative as well.

the plot. which sounds a little vague but i mean in terms of how twdwb serves to expand the universe further; not just with the deep-dive into the CRM, but the end credit scene of 2.10, which maybe doesn't Directly tie into wb and could've just been randomly put there as a teaser... but i can't help but believe it implies something bigger with the CRM that we don't yet know. with twd ending it's a promise to the bigger things we're going to see and that's something i've been waiting for for a while. i really can't wait to see when the wb characters come back (because they can't not; not with the implication of iris building an army, which i've felt connects to michonne's departure for a while now, and leo continuing the CRM's research) and how they'll play into future shows.

i know it's top five but i also just want to mention how much hope this show has? like i can understand why twd/fear are more Grim and twdwb has more of a hopeful vibe because the primary protagonists are in their coming-of-age era but twdwb in its 2nd season especially really tries So hard to be positive, to show that there is something to fight for, which we see in twd/fear too but! there's just such a hope and promising vibe in the finale and seeing the bennetts thriving doing what they love, iris fighting, hope and leo working together, felix and will being MARRIED... it just made me really emotional the first time i watched it, and thinking about it still Gets Me. there was never any of that awkward series finale vibes that shows tend to get stuck in and that's so rare! but it's a testament to how well-written wb is

#limiting myself to just five was so hard i really tried to play it cool #twdwb #q

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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Tell me one thing, is avery dead or alive? I could not understand and super confused. Did they show it at all?

I think Beau's future kinda depends on it now. If Avery is dead - and then he dies a hero - there is a chance of Beau and Carla to reunite (if beau makes it 🥺🤞), if something worse happens to emily (i hope not) then with a ground of shared trauma; if not then maybe back to Houston to be the old happy family... Or maybe an open ending with some implications like that.

On the other hand if Avery is alive there is a high chance of Beau- Jenny pairing now (if beau is alive too) Now that Avery risked his life for Emily Beau will not hold the same hostility towards him, will accept him and then only he will be able to move on from Carla and be a free man to love again. That will be a big development for Beau and everyone will be happy. They might keep it open with a clue of beau and jenny to become a thing. And if it is the last season (i dont know if season 4 is coming) it might be a good ending for Jenny as well.

Now I don’t know what’s in the writer's mind. Going to rewatch once to clear the confusion 🫠

Good question! Let's chat below!

I think we're meant to think Avery's dead, but he may have had a vest on. That's the only way he would survive two close up shots to the chest like that. We'll have to wait til next week, I guess! 😩

I don't think Beau has softened in his view of Avery very much. But maybe a bit. I also think if anything (more) happens to Emily, that would put the nail in the coffin of Beau and Carla's relationship. Healthy, loving couples often can't survive the loss of a child. With their messed up history, I highly doubt that would bring them together.

As I see it now, either Beau will save Emily and they'll move back to Houston as a family, bonded over their survival. Or everyone will stay on in Big Sky country and Beau may end up with Jenny. 🙌🫶

I think everything hinges on 1. Whether the show gets picked up for S4 and 2. Whether Jensen stays on.

If the show is ending (no Season 4) they may "wrap up" the show with allusions to Jenny and Beau getting together as well as Cassie and Cormac. That gives the girls a kind of "end" - finding success in their personal and professional lives.

But if the show continues and Jensen doesn't sign on for S4, they'll probably just send the family back to Houston. (Even if that fact isn't conveyed to the audience until the beginning of S4!)

If there is a S4 and Jensen does come back, then there's a decent chance for Beau and Jenny as well. More 🙌🫶😁

All will be decided in the not too distant future!

As always, Nonny, thanks so much for the ask and for chatting Big Sky with me! ❤️

#big sky season 3 spoilers #big sky s3 #big sky s3 e12 #beau arlen

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Maybe I've leaned too far hard into the notion of storytelling as sounding organic? I read some short fiction and it feels like the flow of the story's narrator is cut short when they come to describe all of these flowery things the person they're interacting with is wearing or the timbre of their voice or whatever. Meaning to say that in that instant, one begins to wonder in what tense does the narrator exist in? As in to say, if a piece of fiction is a dialogue between story teller and listener, then in what point of time are we interacting with them, and doesn't the storyteller set that necessary boundary? For example, if the storyteller has time to tell us of the minute habits and the strange things the person is wearing and their textures and the sounds they make and so on and so forth, it is with the implication that they are telling us a story that has already HAPPENED to them, and for me i'm trying to figure out why that is much less interesting to me. For me I prefer the story, if the narrator is an active participant in that story, to be something actuated by their voice; as if they are laying the bricks as we go along, as if we don't know what it is they'll be running into as well. Do these writers take note of the clothes people are wearing as soon as they meet them, noting their scents, the fabric, bargain bin or primo stuff? No, I don't think so. How awkward it would be for someone to take stock of us in silence. I feel like the rest of us, when we meet people, note broader strokes of physicality, and take more measured observations in the interim of our meeting, the sitting around, the waiting. I always thought I was obsessed with speed and compression, but rhythm seems to be also important to me when telling a story.

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Zeke Yeager x Reader

Warnings:Secret relationship,smut

"What are you drinking dear?"

You felt distracted with the hand on your back; you turned to the man who asked you questions. He staring at you with a sweet smile on his face. You knew that gray eyes were watching you carefully as you pushed yourself to smile. His gaze was wandering around the hand wrapped in your exposed skin. His eyes darkened.

Whatever you drink it. It doesn't matter to me."Your fiancee put his lips to your cheek, leaves a small kiss.As you walked away from him, you leaned your gaze towards the ground, you didn't want to look at him in the middle of this crowd with implication.

As a Marleyan, you were engaged to the handsome man,son of a wealthy merchant who was also a Marleyan.You didn't oppose this forced contract because there was no one in your heart. It did not hurt you to marry or to be in a false contract, but one day, until fate introduces you to him.

That day was brighter than ever before, his blond hair glowing brighter by the sunlight, his gray eyes glowing, his smile on his face met you; his gentle phrases reached your heart, though you thought that this relationship would consist of physical contact, you eventually fell in love with him.

You deliberately left your purse on the table; you did not want to make your fiancee curious. As you slowly walked out of the room, you started walking down the empty corridor. Even if you guessed the person behind you, you turned your gaze back just in case.At that moment, you jumped on the spot with your fingers touching your back.

"You scared me."

With one hand running across your skin, the other fingers pressed against your chest, your back met the wall. Your eyes narrowed with pain. Fingers circling around your back, circling in your skin.You raised tips of your fingers,leaned your lips toward him, but the hand on your chest pressed you against the wall once more.

"Not that fast."He put his knee between your legs and spread them.You wrapped your arms around his neck.His eyes were staring your lips.It was evident from his gaze that he desperately wanted to kiss you, but he was keeping himself under control, holding your arms tightly as your hands wrapped around his neck away from him.

"If we keep standing like this, they'll find us, Zeke." You said in an anxious voice. As your gaze checked the corridor, you moaned with the lips you felt on your neck. Zeke kissed your bare skin aggressively, pressing his teeth against your skin in between. You had no idea how to hide the marks on your neck.

"Would you be more careful?" you said as tried to push him away."You want us to get caught?"

He began to kiss your lips this time as he moved his lips away from your neck.He bit your lower lip hard; it made you groan. You felt the slight oozing blood on the tip of your tongue,he was sucking on your bleeding lower lip. As he let go of your arms, one arm is tightly wrapped around your waist; the other hand is placed against the wall.You felt his member on your leg as he pressed himself against you.

"Do you think the army will give up its strongest titan because you squirming underneath me."

You left a little kiss as your lips found his cheek. "Of course not, but can ı ask why you're so angry?"

While his gray eyes stared quietly at you for a while, he quickly grabbed one hand and you entered a room that was open. As you closed the door with his foot, this time your back met the door. He grabbed your face with both hands and leaned his lips towards you to kiss you once more."I don't like that guy kissing you right in front of my eyes," he whispered just before the kiss.

He lifted your legs up and wrapped around his waist as his hands reached to you under your skirt. As the tongue slipped through your lips, his fingers entered through your pants, stroking your clit. He hit the door with his hand in a fist, and pressed his forehead on yours."Tell me." he said, rubbing you aggressively."Am I the only one whose fingers get wet when touch you?"

His thumb continued to draw circular motions on your clit,as his fingers slid in, your lips parted, your breathing tightened.Your lips deluded his name as his fingers inside you found your most sensitive spot.Your head dropped backward, your eyes rolled back as your hand gripped his shirt,his fingers were riding in and out, your legs tangled around his waist,slipping.As you started to move your hips, you began to clench around his fingers.As you bury your face around his neck, you pulled his blonde hair.Your weakened legs fell off his waist and he lifted your legs again with one hand. "Hold on tight." Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your eyes were closed.The movement of his fingers slowed down a little bit, but they started pressing harder. Every movement made you wet a little more. You didn't know how long you could go on.The white fluid seeping from your cunt was running down your legs, making his pants dirty.

"What did you do?" He laughed, looking at the stain on his trousers, his gaze wrapped around your thighs for a while.His wet fingers slipped inward between his lips as he took his fingers out, his eyes closed and groaned while he cleaned his fingers, one hand stroking your hips."I forgot how sweet you are," he said, bringing his lips closer."You must have forgotten, too, that you continue to be naughty. You have to remember." As he began to kiss slowly, he put his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.His tongue licked your lips as your lips parted after a while.He unbuckled his leather belt, he lowered your one leg to the ground, lifted the other leg higher and pushed himself inside of you.This angle made you feel more of him,he waiting for your warning as he push himself further into your hot and slippery hole.When you told him to stop, then he would stop. As you pulled him towards you,you felt his dick deep inside; Zeke didn't stop him from moaning. "I think I should stop now," he whispered.

"No matter how far you can go, I want to feel you completely."you said while spreading your legs further and Zeke pushed himself a little more, he was now able to get this far.Your muscles squeeze him,you soaked around his dick,again.His movements began to accelerate as he pulled back a little, your back slamming against the door, you put your fingernails on his shirt. Two fingers squeezed your clitoris and twisted it.He pressed his lips to yours,he couldn't longer control the pace of his movements; he was ecstatic.

He was pushing himself hard at you, he didn't care about the creaking of the door.Your head dropped back when he realized you cum strongly,he stopped holding himself, the hot liquid poured into you, and he groaned towards your neck.

Leaving a kiss on his cheek, you stared at each other briefly. Lowering your leg on his waist, when he realized that you couldn't stand, he wrapped his arms around your waist. When you noticed the liquid leaking from between your legs, you pressed them together. Zeke smiled at this gesture and looked at the bruises on your neck. "What will you say to your fiancee?"

You rolled your eyes .You told him to watch, but he didn't listen to you."I don't know." you said."I can tell,warchief fucked me."

Zeke laughed with delight. "That would be very interesting, frankly, I wonder what expression that guy's face will make."

You started laughing while you couldn't stop yourself. You hugged him,he hugged you back. You didn't want to leave him again, but you had to continue this game once more. As your lips met once more, you were thinking about what lie you were going to tell your fiancee.

#zeke yeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke smut #zeke yeager

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 02 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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{Vikings Masterlist}

A Christian Among Vikings

It takes two days to share your entire life with the Queen of Kattegat, but she did seem interested after you started. Mostly on the parts where you give voice to everything you couldn't stand. The lies and hypocrisy. That, Aslaug loves, and you have no trouble telling her that. It feels good to say all these things without the fear of being caught.

So, since today you'll finally go to the feast they're still having for the third night on a roll to celebrate this year's raid, you relax in the tub, the warm water slowly getting colder, a sign that you'll have to leave soon.

You're stretching your legs, watching the water drops rolling from your ankle to your knee, before falling back into the water. “Aslaug, where's the–” The voice makes you turn your head at the door, pulling your legs down to the safety of the water. Ragnar stands there, wide eyes and mouth half-open. “I thought this was my wife.”

“Well, it isn't so go away.” Thanks to the distance, you know he can't see anything, but even so, it makes you uncomfortable.

“I live here, do you know that?” He snaps back and you roll your eyes.

“I don't care. I'm not your wife so get out.”

“This is my–”

“Get out!” You raise your voice, throwing water at him. “Or I'll scream for help.” You're not scared of Ragnar, and you don't think he'll try anything. But you know him enough to know he's a teaser, and he loves putting people in uncomfortable positions.

He raises an eyebrow, shrugging his shoulders. “Then do it.”

Squinting your eyes, you move closer to the edge, making sure he won't be able to see anything. “Help!” You shout, trying not to laugh. The situation is quite funny, and, if he wanted to try anything, he'd already moved. So you decide to play along. “Somebody help me!” When you hear footsteps, you smirk victoriously. But, when another man comes in, the smile fades, and out of instinct, you cross your arms over your chest.

“What's going on here?” The guy asks, confused as hell, furrowing his eyebrows at you and then at Ragnar.

“Princess, this is Hvitserk, my son, who so bravely came to your rescue.” Ragnar starts, pacing around to the other edge of the room. “Hvitserk, this is (Y/N). Aslaug has been keeping her in here I have no idea why.” He sounds a little pissed, but you don't mind him in the back, your eyes focused on his son.

“Hi.”

“Would the two of you just leave?” Now you're annoyed, running a hand through your soaked hair. Relieve washes over you when Aslaug comes through the door, her eyes quickly finding her husband.

“What's going on here?” She mutters, and through the corner of your eye, you see Ragnar already moving.

“Just came to take this.” He answers, showing her something you can't see, right before leaving, grabbing his son's arm and pulling him along.

“Your husband is a complete idiot.” You say, relaxing once again.

“I noticed.” She gestures at the dress she brought you, laying on a chair. “Get dressed. I'll do your hair like a Viking woman and you'll join the feast tonight.”

Doing as she says, you put on the dress, which is different from everything you ever wore. The fabric is strong, yet beautiful, in a wonderful shade of blue with golden details that look like flowers. Aslaug braids your hair, way too patiently, and when she's done, you do look like a Viking. She even teaches you how to paint your eyes, and you wonder why she changed so much in these two days. As you wait for her to get ready, with the aid of her slaves, you decide to ask.

“Why are you being so nice to me now?” Playing with the tip of one of the many braids, you rest your back against the chair you're seated on. “When I got here I thought I'd end up living with that Lagertha.”

“Because it's more than rare to find a Christian I don't find stupid.” Dismissing the girls, she stands up. You're not entirely sure that was a compliment, but you decide to take it. “And I have the feeling, mostly after everything you told me, that this was most of a rescue than a kidnapping.”

She has a point. “It certainly does.”

“Now, come. Today I want to introduce you to the town.”

“Introduce me?” Following her, you wonder what that's about.

Aslaug doesn't answer, and it doesn't take much until you start hearing the feast. How long do these things last? Is the third day and it doesn't seem like anyone is tired. The moment the Queen enters, some heads turns, and, as she stands right before her chair, a silence starts to fall. You stat in the back, waiting to see what's going on when she gestures for you to come. Taking a deep breath, you move to stand next to her.

Many eyes lie on you. Probably all of them. You can identify hate, curiosity, disgust, indifference... And other things you can't quite place. At least you look like one of them... It must be of some help.

“People of Kattegat, this is Princess (Y/N), daughter of King Ecbert of Wessex,” Aslaug speaks, loud and clear. “She was brought here by my husband, and now will live among us.” That gets some people talking. They're not particularly excited about a Christian among them... You can't blame them. Your people kill them, and they kill your people back. They're like natural enemies. “I'm aware of the fact that you have no affection for her kind, and neither do I. So that's why she will tell you what she told me.”

A breath gets caught on your throat, and for a moment you feel like you're back home, forced to admit your sins, even though you haven't committed any. You've been in situations like this, but now, it's different. You can speak. You can let out the very thoughts that once had you imprisoned, confined to your chambers for days no end. Maybe they'll understand, unlike people in Wessex. Aslaug did. “Tell what?” You ask because you did speak great too many things with her. You have no idea where to begin.

“Tell them about your relationship with your faith.” She seems so secure, unbothered by how some men and women look so angry at this whole thing.

Taking a deep breath, you look ahead, eyes scanning through the room for any kind face... But it takes a long time until you find that Ragnar son who went to your rescue, Hvitserk. He doesn't look like he hates you, so you focus on him. “I have no love for the Catholic faith.” You start, stepping forward. “Since I was little, they've been telling me you worship false gods, made of stone, wood, iron, and silver. But they do the same.” Hvitserk furrows his eyebrows as if asking something. “My father himself spent hours repeating prayers for a cross made of gold. They accuse you of doing the same things they do.” If your older brother heard this, you'd be whipped, probably. “They're all hypocrites, punishing and condemning people for the same sins they commit, over and over again, and that I could never accept.” Chuckling, you move your eyes from Hvitserk, noticing how some angry faces are now... Inquisitive. “I was told you're all murderers, but so are they. So what if you come home covered by the blood of your enemies? Isn't that what a battle is? If it was me on the battlefield, I'd rather kill a hundred men than die by their hands.” The hall erupts on yells and shouts, hands being raised. It takes you by surprise, and for a moment, you're scared they heard enough, and decided to end your life right here and now. But the yells are from... Praising, approval. “And, as Ragnar Lothbrok as my witness, I'd rather face death than go back into the life I had there. If I can even call that a life.”

“That's true.” Bjorn raises his voice, coming from behind some men. “The moment she learned her father was dead, he stood before my father, ready to face her fate. I've never seen a Christian girl do that.”

“Don't forget about how she stood in the pouring rain with that idiot over there,” Ragnar says, pointing out his hand at Floki, who's standing on a chair or something, at the very back, watching the commotion.

Floki giggles, tilting his head at Ragnar. “Even though she can't swim. And don't get me wrong, I'd still rather she fell off to the mighty waves than have her here with us.”

“Don't say that Floki,” Aslaug warns, moving to sit on her chair. “I plan to make a Viking out of (Y/N) since she's more than eager to leave behind everything she once knew.”

“No doubt.” You mutter, wondering if this is it, if you can go sit down somewhere.

“What about that man, Edward?” Bjorn asks, coming to stand before you. He's so damn tall. You don't think you ever met a man this tall before. “You said something about a marriage.”

“Oh, that.” Rolling your eyes, you shrug your shoulders. “My father would have me dragged down the aisle in chains if it was necessary since the political implications of the union were... Delicate. But you guys decided to show up and ruin his plans. Thankfully.”

“Was he that bad?”

“The most disgusting man I've ever met in my life, so, as the Queen said herself a few moments earlier...” Turning at the people once again, you sigh. You don't expect to be accepted by everyone here, you just hope they won't hate you. Not so much, at least. “This was more like a rescue than a kidnapping.”

“Well, now that you know our new resident, I must make something very clear,” Aslaug speaks up, her voice rising above everyone else's. “(Y/N) is a free woman.” She takes a cup from the small table set next to her chair, spinning it in her hand, not bothering to look up from it. “Whoever touches her loses the balls, the hands, and the tongue... As a start.”

You giggle, thinking she's joking, but by the way, the silence persists for quite a long time, you understand that was no joke. And that's very good. That will surely keep them away from you.

“Well, let's celebrate!” Ragnar shouts, and everyone sets in motion again.

You're not sure where to go, so you find a table that's half-empty to sit down, taking a cup and filling it. Being isolated for two days with Aslaug didn't really help you being sociable, and it does feel like you're from two different worlds now. Because that's the truth, even though you're dressed like them. There's an invisible barrier keeping everyone distant, and not only for what Aslaug just said.

“Hey there.” Someone says as they settle down by your side. Hvitserk glances at you, kindly smiling. “Sorry about earlier. Heard a girl screaming, thought something bad was happening.”

“Well, something bad was happening. Your father was annoying me to death.” Taking a few sips from your drink, your eyes find that man again, Ivar. He's seated on Ragnar's chair, chatting with his mother. As if being called, he stares straight at you, suddenly angry.

“I see you already met my little brother,” Hvitserk mutters, and only then do you notice he had followed your gaze.

Clearing your throat, you look away. “Not really. But by the looks of it, he hates me.”

“I wouldn't say he hates you. Ivar is just... Not really fond of the idea of–”

“Of a Christian girl among us.” The voice comes from the head of the table, and when you raise your eyes, you see the man himself. But this time, you don't let his eyes pull you. Somehow, you manage to distract yourself. “You know you're only here because my mother wants to turn you into a Viking.”

“I'm not interested in being anything else than myself.” Drinking what is left on your cup, you sigh. “Haven't had the chance since I was born.”

“Do you really expect anyone here to believe you didn't like being a princess?” His tone is mocking you, a fake pity expression on his face.

“Being a princess in England might be fun if you just do as everyone says, no questions asked.” For some reason, you're pissed. Ivar pushed some button that got you suddenly annoyed, so you stand up, bending over the table to get the jar and refill your cup. But before you can reach it, Ivar takes the thing, drinking straight from it, some of the liquid dripping on his chin. Sighing, you squint your eyes at him, a humorless laugh escaping your lips.

“Here.” The voice gets your attention, and when you turn at him, you see Bjorn filling your cup again. “This one's better anyway.”

“Thanks.” Sitting back down, you give Ivar one last glance before taking long sips.

“Are you going to live here?” Bjorn asks. “Or are you going to live with my mother after all?”

“I'm staying.” Nodding, you look at him. His mother is the most famous shieldmaiden in the world, a skillful fighter. Also Ragnar's ex-wife, reason why Aslaug can't stand her. “The Queen already helped me settle on my chambers.”

“That's good.” He smiles, and a man pushes his shoulder quite violently. Bjorn turns to face him, cursing, but soon enough bursting into laughter.

Ignoring the two men, you look down at your cup, now almost empty again. Music starts playing suddenly, and it doesn't take much for people to start dancing. It gets louder as the minutes go by, and Ragnar and Floki stand on your table, moving around and laughing, kicking everything out. Your eyes follow the whole commotion, standing up and stepping away from the table when they get a little too close. But you don't mind. You've never seen people acting so... Crazy. So happy. And you can't stop smiling, seeing as other people join them.

“I bet you never saw anything like that,” Hvitserk says, raising his voice a little to make himself heard. “I know how boring the feats are in England.”

“This is so much better.” Ragnar jumps to the ground, but one of his legs get caught in between the bench and the table, making him fall. But on the next second, he's up again, a smile on his lips. “My brother would have a heart attack if he ever saw this.”

“Aethelwulf?”

“Yeah.” Someone bumps on your back, making you almost fall. But Hvitserk holds you up, and he seems quite confused to find you laughing. “What? It's alright, I like it. At least this chaos is real, people aren't faking it.” As your eyes move through the hall, you find Ragnar, behind this weird curtain made of leather. You didn't even know he left. “What's that weirdo doing over there?”

“He's observing.” Hvitserk answers, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “From back there, he can see who's sleeping with who. Who's not sleeping with who anymore, who may be plotting something to put him in a dangerous position.”

“Smart guy.” Nodding to yourself, your attention is stolen by the crowd, that starts moving outside, shouting something you can't really understand. “What's going on?”

“Someone's gonna fight. Come watch.” Hvitserk helps you walk among the people, all the way to the beach. Torches came out of nowhere, illuminating the night. Everyone seems oddly happy for this to be about a fight, but Hvitserck wasn't wrong. On the sand, the two men pace around each other, shouting, cursing.

“What's this about?” It happened out of nowhere, and you're not sure how serious this is. The warriors are clearly pissed at each other, but the public is cheerful. This is when you feel how new and different this culture is. Something like this would never happen back at Wessex, and it will take a while for you to get used and understand how things work here. It's a shock, a sudden impact.

“They're both in love with the same woman. She claims she loves both, but they won't share.” Hvitserk explains, as someone passes him a torch, which he holds up high. “The one who survives gets to be with her.”

“Damn.” You mutter as the two men start attacking each other. You've never seen an actual fight. Girls aren't allowed on the battlefield, mostly not a princess. The only glimpses you had were from soldiers training, and it was nothing compared to this. This is violent, powerful, and you can't help but be impressed by their skills. Of course they're good. They're Vikings, a freaking force of nature, they had told you back in England. It's impressive how they keep getting back up, even after so many wounds. Cuts, punches, everything.

A particular loud shout coming from the crowd gets your attention. It's Ivar, seated on the sand, eyes shining and a bright smile on his lips. He's enjoying this. Everyone is, actually. And once again, as if you called his name out loud, he turns to look at you. And somehow you know exactly what he's looking for. Fear, desperation. He wants to see if you're scared.

But... You're not.

Every single person here is joyfully yelling, and those two men choose their fates. They're not being forced to it, it was their decision, as it was yours to stand up, neck exposed, ready for the ax Ragnar was holding. They're choosing to face death, fearlessly.

Then, your eyes aren't on Ivar anymore, but following the men's every move. It doesn't take much for you to gasp and yelp when one or the other successes to throw a blow. You feel like a savage, laughing at the thought of what your father and brother would say if they saw you now.

When the tallest man, with long dark hair, falls dead, the crowd goes insane. The victorious raises both his hands, still holding an ax. A woman comes from the crowd, hugging and kissing him. “That's insane.” You chuckle, running a hand through your braided hair. “Teach me.” The request comes out suddenly, and you don't even give it much thought.

“Are you sure about it?” He asks, looking down at you. Hvitserk is being nice to you, and that's a surprise.

“I mean, I could never be a shieldmaiden but... I'd like to know how to defend myself.”

“Well, I've got nothing to do tomorrow, so I guess we could start.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you smile. “Thanks. You're the quickest and... Probably the most real friend I've ever made.”

“Yeah, you'll need someone to help you out around here until you get the hang of things. Ragnar gave me this task.”

“Oh...” Looking down, you start walking back to the hall, following Hvitserk's pace. Maybe it was a little stupid to expect him to be so nice to you. “You don't have to. I will get used to things on my own.”

“I didn't mean it like that.” He quickly responds, leaving the torch on some post along the way. “You're pretty cool, actually. For a Christian. You've been a good friend so far.” He gives you a glance and a smirk. “And I don't have to obey my father, you know.”

Blushing a little, you giggle. “Thanks again, then.”

“Now, get a good night sleep and get ready for tomorrow, I mean...” Hvitserk takes a look over his shoulder, a little too dramatic for your taste. “If my older brother doesn't mind it.”

“What do you mean?” Following his gaze, you find Bjorn staring. He doesn't seem angry, but he's not happy either.

“I think Bjorn likes you.”

“And? If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have watched the fight.” Shrugging your shoulders, you stop at the entrance of the hall, waiting as the crowd moves inside. “You've done more for me than he did tonight.”

“So you enjoyed the fight?”

“I have no idea why, or how, but I did.” Nodding, you smile again. “Now, friend, let's drink some more, and maybe I'll consider dancing.” Gesturing at the hall, you both walk in.

The warmth is welcome, and you soon find your way back to the table. But, as you sit down, you see Ivar again, crawling. He moves fast, talking to a man. As he moves past your table, he gives you a stare. It's different from before, but you can't read it. His eyes, like magnets, attract you in a way you didn't even know was possible. You think about waving, or smiling, but then he looks away and disappears inside the house.

“Don't mind Ivar,” Hvitserk says, and you look down at your cup. “He'll get used to your presence.”

“Let's hope he will.”

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