#thank you so much for asking vera my beloved
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Fire on fire—Javier Peña x f!reader**
Chapter 17 of the Unholy series
summary: you and Javier spend your first full night together. A new chapter waits for you both in Cali.
word count: 4.8k
WARNINGS: talk of grief in the beginning. Blindfolds, lingerie, face sitting, dry humping, doggy (implied rough sex), squirting, cum play.
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A/N: last chapter, lovebugs! I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had sharing it with you all. Thank you so much for all the love and support💕 P.S: here is the inspo for the lingerie😌and keep an eye out for the extra one-shot post-Colombia that’s gonna come real soon!
gif: @vera-kozhemiakina
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There’s an unusual heat around you this morning. Granted, the atmosphere in Colombia is always this way, but you wake up to the sound of rain tapping lightly against your window, wrapped in your beloved blanket and fingers intertwined with yours.
It’s the second time Javier has spent the night, only now there is so much more to be felt between you. Grief, anger, tension, love, everything that has been boiling for the past fifteen years.
You’re nose to nose with him, having the perfect opportunity to study every little detail about him. There’s something so soothing about watching him finally get proper rest; you can see his long eyelashes, his stubbly cheek, and plush lips that can be both the sweetest and sinful touch you have ever felt on your skin. The fact that he’s holding your hand in his sleep makes the moment all the more endearing, like a perfect little gesture that’s a secret between the two of you.
“Staring is creepy, you know.”
God, his voice is huskier in the morning and you begin to wonder how come you’ve spent this long without moments like these.
“I’ve heard it can be romantic,” you retort, smiling as he’s slowly waking up.
You caress his hand, and Javier fully opens his eyes—his brown, warm eyes that don’t cease the look of admiration for you.
“How would you feel if you’d wake up to me staring at you?” he asks.
You shrug. “Pretty good. You look cute when you’re needy.”
Javier makes a mocking sound, some disapproval mixed with admiration, and your smile widens.
“You mumble in your sleep,” you say out of the blue. “Did you know that?”
Javier seems surprised by your statement, but he doesn’t question it. Instead, he gazes fondly at you, awakening more and more with each passing second.
“How would I know that?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I figured one of your lady friends noticed at some point in time.”
The sound that leaves Javier’s mouth has a hint of mockery, though not explicitly so. You reckon it is one of his default noises when people mention his personal life or habits, so you don’t bother with it. Perhaps you’re not the most qualified person to mention this at all.
Or perhaps you are.
“They never stayed long enough for that,” he casually mentions, shifting in bed so that he’s staring at the ceiling, seemingly contemplating everything.
“I feel so special,” you gush, hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
But Javier doesn’t move.
He keeps staring at the ceiling, barely blinking, and you figure something’s the matter. Not that he’s the most communicative person in the world—particularly with you—but you have enough of that God complex to actually believe he might open up to you in some way, especially now, given how yesterday went.
“What do I mumble about?” Javier asks absentmindedly.
“You keep saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot. Not sure to whom or for what. Some things in Spanish too, about forgiveness, I think.”
Bits and pieces return to Javier’s mind, crystal clear now. The faces he sees are ghosts of his past, as well as his present, always lingering in the dark, haunting and tormenting, laughing at him on occasion.
He finally turns towards you, and you see it: somewhat of a sadness darkens his eyes, otherwise emptied of the happiness he momentarily felt last night with you.
“My mom,” he replies after a while. “The first person I apologize to is my mom. Always. I apologize to her for… not being able to be there more for her. She died when I was fifteen.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“She was sick for a long time and I couldn’t do much of anything. Then I apologize to Loraine. My ex-fiancé. I met her after college. I proposed for all the wrong reasons. We weren’t—“
“Did you love her?”
Javier doesn’t need to ponder over that. Though he cannot help the embarrassment that comes with that story.
“I thought I did,” he tells you with honesty. “I did care for her, but it wasn’t true love. She lied to me about being pregnant, I lied to her about being in love… match made in hell.”
You chuckle softly, your head resting on his bare shoulder as you let him speak freely. It’s probably the first time in God knows how long that he gets the chance to let it all out, raw and real, in a place that keeps him safe.
“Then I apologize to all the innocent lives I couldn’t save since I arrived in Colombia. All the children, the mothers and fathers I failed. And, at the end, I apologize to you.”
“To me?”
Javier grunts a soft mhm that resembles a purr, and you feel your body tauter, warmer.
“Why do you apologize to me?” you ask.
He turns to look at you, meeting your eyes with a remorseful glare, and you hold your breath.
“For not being honest with you in the first place. I could’ve spared us both a lot of pain and anger if I’d just… told you back in college how I felt. If I would’ve been open.”
“You’re not the only one carrying the fault,” you try to coax him. “I wasn’t the most open person in the world either.”
“Match made in hell.”
You chuckle more audibly this time around, with Javier mimicking the sound as well.
“Then how come this works?” you retort.
He can’t argue against that. There is no answer to that. What he does know is that, whatever the trouble or the question, you are the answer.
“We’re made of the same clay,” you continue. “We… think the same, we act the same and we do the same.”
“A little troubling how similar we are.”
“Shockingly, I agree.”
But there’s something else Javier wants to ask, and he’s hesitant to do so. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up after last night, nor live under the impression that spending the night together might change your professional feelings.
He coos your name, looking at you as if he’s desperately trying to memorize every detail of your face.
“I gotta leave for Cali tomorrow.”
His voice is small, afraid to go on, and you can tell he’s forcing himself to go on as brave as he did till then.
“I know.”
“Steve and Sofia are coming, too. They’ll be part of the team. They put me in charge, not really sure why—“
“Javi.”
“—but they want me and someone else to supervise the entire Cali operation. I nominated you.”
“Javi.”
He finally hears you, sees your pleading face, begging him to listen to reason and end his babbling. It’s an unusual habit for him, talking this much, but you always managed to bring that out of him, one way or the other.
“If you want to know if I’m going or not, just ask me, like a normal person,” you almost giggle.
“I meant every single thing I said in that letter. Including the part where I said I want you to be okay, no matter where you are or who you are with. If you don’t want to, I understand it.”
“I do want to. I will be joining the team in Cali.”
You see the relief on Javier’s face, and you almost laugh fondly at his stubbornness to conceal it through a rugged, yet forced expression.
“You are?”
“Mhm. I’ve made a commitment to the DEA, to the case… of course I’m sticking around and seeing this through.”
Javier exhales, after what feels like an eternity, and simply looks you over.
“I’m flattered you thought to nominate me as your coworker,” you smile. “I would’ve thought you’d ask Steve first.”
“He was the backup in case you said no. Just don’t tell him I said that.”
“God, you’re so stubborn.”
“Said the pot to the kettle.”
You peck his lips, getting lost in his scent and his taste once more. Soon, your bodies get entangled, skin pressed against skin. Javier’s lips leave a wet trail as they suck on a particular spot on your neck, and you hum softly.
“I’m so much better than you at this,” he says, keeping up his sweet torment.
You smile, your hand grazing his chest and stomach in its devilish pursuit. Javier stops, gasping when your hand fists his cock, as slowly as humanly possible. You reach up for his lips while you keep that same pace, beyond satisfied with the result.
“You’re kidding, right?” you joke. “I’m actually crushing you at this.”
“Maybe—don’t use the word ‘crushing’ when you’re—hmm—doing this.”
You giggle against his lips, the moment making Javier ticklish and causing him to laugh alongside you. But then, his smile fades as your face darkens, haunted by something.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling away.
You simmer in the bizarre sensation for a little while, trying to pinpoint what the exact issue is. And then, you come to the realization.
“I’m fine,” you say, still frowning at the sudden change of pace. “It’s just… I don’t know why, but Escobar popped into my head.”
“Trying not to take that as an insult.”
You chuckle, watching him with a guilty figure. “He knew me. When I went after him, he recognized me by my birthmark, he knew my middle name—“
“Carina.”
You look at him, stunned that he knows that piece of information that truthfully, you don’t recall confessing to him.
“Economics professor, Mr. James, always insisted to call us all by our full names. I know you really hated to be called Carina. Especially by me.”
“Which is why you kept doing it in front of others.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“I don’t know why this happened now. I’m sorry. I mean he’s dead, he doesn’t…”
Javier rolls over to the side, taking your hand in his and stroking it gently. “Don’t have to apologize for anything that shithead did or said. You can be angry and upset about it.”
You respond to his touch, smiling fondly at him.
“Don’t ever say you’re not a good man,” you tell him.
“You’re going soft, cariño.”
“In your dreams, Peña.”
You press a chaste kiss to his lips, then get out of bed, leaving Javier behind to watch your naked figure roam around the room.
“Where are you going?” he asks, almost saddened by your departure.
“I gotta head down to the embassy, confirm my transfer for tomorrow. You can either stay here or come along with me.”
Javier grunts, exhaling along with it, and he smirks your way. Hate as you might to admit it, you were a sucker for this sassy side of him.
“You’re putting me in an impossible situation here,” he huffs.
“How come?”
“Cause if I stay here, I get to see you walk around with nothing on, but if I go with you… well, we could make out in the evidence room.”
You chuckle, shaking your head at him. You bounce back to the bed, pressing another kiss on his lips. His hands sneak around you, giving your ass a good squeeze, and you give him an unimpressed glare.
“Could you go there and bounce back here again?” Javier asks, earning another chuckle from your side, paired with a playful push of his arm.
“You’re so filthy,” you coo.
“Said the pot to the kettle.”
You pull away abruptly, leaving Javier hanging low and dry.
“I’m going to the embassy,” you insist, starting to get dressed. “You can stay here playing with yourself or you can join me and make a good impression.”
“Leaning towards the first one. How would I make a good impression there?”
“As the lead man for the Cali operation, showing up at the office to ensure the smooth transaction of the other lead man, on a Sunday, no less, would look good for you.”
Javier huffs, finally getting out of bed and searching for his clothes. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”
As it turned out, no one was happier about your return to the office than Claudia Messina. She even gave you a hug, which was a rare sight and treat for any agent at the embassy, repeatedly making sure that you were okay and that you were, in fact, there to sign as the co-lead in the Cali operation.
Javier stood by your side the whole time, proudly nodding to confirm Claudia’s questions while also ignoring her side-eyeing him whenever you spoke. He was fairly certain by now that she knew you and he had something going on behind closed doors, but then again, she needn’t know more than the absolutely necessary information.
After you signed the papers and confirmed your transfer to Cali early on tomorrow, Javier invited you for lunch, thus marking your first official outing as a couple and your very first date. You enjoyed a rather quiet meal together, which was a welcome change from the usually fast-paced, loud and deadly environment you learned to navigate your daily tasks through.
“I’m glad you’re joining the team,” Javier tells you as he’s parking the car in front of your building.
His soft voice, a little huskier than usual, pairs devastatingly nicely with the rain that’s pouring outside. The raindrops tap fast and cruel on the windows, cooling down the city, yet it has the exact opposite on you.
“I know,” you retort coyly. “What would you do without me?”
Javier smiles and huffs. “Probably be more productive.”
“More productive, really? Weren’t you the one being needy this morning?”
“Weren’t you the one who threw herself at me two days ago?”
“Oh, you wanna play this game?”
“I do.”
“Do you? Cause may I remind you, you were the one getting a hard-on in the conference room while staring me down.”
Javier smiles, walking you to the door and shielding you from the rain at the same time.
“No comeback?” you huff, opening the door. “You’re really going soft on me, Peña.”
“On the contrary.”
You notice his wicked smile and it triggers one of your own.
“What do you feel like doing?” you ask.
“It’s fuckin’ blazing outside and we’re free till tomorrow morning. What to do, what to do…”
He approaches you, gently grabbing the hem of your shirt and giving you a lustful look.
“I might have something in mind,” you say, brazen and zealous.
Fire spreads rapidly throughout your veins, your skin burning at the mere sight of Javier, and the simple thought of what you’d like to do getting you wetter than you would’ve thought.
“Yeah?” Javier grins. “Like what?”
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Then make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.”
You steal a kiss from him, and rush to the bathroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You actually forgot about the bold fashion statement you’re currently slipping into, with everything that’s been going on. You’re not even sure as to why you’ve bought them in the first place, but the timing couldn’t have been better now.
You check yourself in the mirror, slowly twirling and making sure everything is in place. The black straps of the fabric wrap your body in a taut way that’s giving you a big confidence boost. Inhaling deeply, you smile to yourself and grab the tie that’s been gathering dust on your bathroom drawer.
When you re-enter the bedroom, leaning seductively against the doorframe, you see Javier sitting on the edge, hands joined in between his legs and staring down. He senses your presence and looks up, eyes wide and pupils fully blown out.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, eyeing you up and down.
“That’s the plan. I take it you like it?”
Javier huffs, the sound mocking you and your silly little question, and for once you don’t take offense at it. You know the overall look—the black lace underwear and its garter belt—is sultry and inviting in every way anyone can think of. The only thing missing from Javier’s facial expression is drool.
You inch closer to him, tantalizingly slow, revealing the tie in your hand. You reach around his broad shoulders to remove his leather jacket. Javier watches you intently, curious as to where is your brilliant, filthy mind headed but at the same time, all too eager to process your latent moves. So he reaches to unbutton his shirt, but you are quick to grab his hands, thus putting an end to his actions. Without a word, you guide him further up the bed, and when he’s leaning against the pillows, still in his shirt and jeans, you open the bedside drawer to reveal some more fabrics.
It’s only when you’re tying his hands around the headboard’s ends that Javier raises his brows and starts to get a sense as to where the afternoon is headed.
“Are you serious?” Javier asks, though not making an effort to free himself from the constraints.
“Do I look like I’m not?”
“What you look is gorgeous. And fuckable.”
“And you look like you’re about to get needy, which I happen to enjoy.”
Securing him to the bed, you move on to his face, pressing a languid kiss over his lips before tying the tie around his eyes.
“Oh, come on,” Javier whines.
You have to admit, the sight of a restrained Javier to your bed stirs powerful emotions inside of you. A smile breaks from the corners of your lips as you join him on the bed, your legs on either sides of his clothed thigh. You bite on your lower lip as you press your core onto him, arms on his shoulders for support. Before you can even realize it’s happening, you’re grinding on his lap, while Javier is completely unable to response.
“This what you had in mind for the rest of the day?” Javier asks in an unusually raspy voice. “Use me as leverage to make yourself cum?”
“A little,” you smile in utter delight.
The sensation of rubbing your barely clothed pussy on his thigh, the raw electricity of it, is causing your head to spin.
“That why you’re dressed like this? To make me feel worse?”
“Not worse,” you coo while continuously grinding on him. “Just a little riled up.”
“A little? We’ll see about that.”
You smile and grind faster, needier; Javier clenches his fists, anger building fast within. Sheer anger at being unable to see your gorgeous figure desperately fuck yourself on him, using his body as a propeller for your own pleasure. And then he comes to realize that that’s been your plan all along.
Devilish and effective. Just like you.
He loves this, too; the way you’re using his body as leverage to reach that pinnacle of desire and ecstasy, making him squirm and nearly beg for release himself. He feels his cock throbbing in his jeans, pulsing with immense need with each roll of your hips against his jeans, yet he knows that soon he’ll get to feel you properly.
He hears your breaths get ragged, soft moans cooed in between, and he smiles. He can picture your beautiful figure fucking yourself on his thigh and getting warmer and wetter with each passing second, and the mere thought could easily make him come in his pants like some lousy, horny teenager.
Well, maybe he is that way with you.
“Fuck,” you mutter, and Javier smiles.
“That feel good, cariño?”
“Yes—“
You know that if you keep going down this treacherous path, you’ll eventually come, messily and speedy, and you don’t want it to happen this way.
Besides, this is simply a test of strength and self-control. For both of you.
Your hips no longer rut against his thigh; instead, you cup his cheeks and kiss him, hungrily, like you haven’t felt the touch of his lips for the longest time.
“Cariño?”
“Hmm?”
“Sit on my face.”
Bewildered, you stare at his immobilized figure, contemplating, craving. You haven’t really done this before and it’s stirring all kinds of emotions inside of you.
“Uh—are you sure?” you check.
“Did I stutter?”
“No, but I just wanna make sure—“
“Sit. On my face. Now.”
He doesn’t bother asking you to untie him, nor does he squirm or try to break free. No; he simply waits, breaths deep and as hungry as the body they’re being freed from.
“Panties to the side. And sit,” Javier enunciates, as if reading your mind regarding your struggle about the lingerie.
You follow through, nearly embarrassingly wet by this point. You notice the erection strangled in his jeans, and you can’t help but admire his self-control.
Both legs on either sides of his face, you lower yourself onto him. That first brush of his stubble and mustache against your folds is thrilling, his tongue lapping diligently to collect every ounce of arousal you’re capable of giving him sensational. It’s also mighty impressive how he’s able to provide you with so much pleasure already, even with his hands tied. Between moments of ecstasy, you remark Javier’s clenched fists, tugging at the restraints. You know that he craves to mold your skin between his fingers, to grope you till he leaves bruises.
“Javi—fuck—“
He can’t say a damn thing, not with his mouth full of your soaked pussy. You start to rub yourself all over his face, feeling the buildup in your belly, ready to be detonated. Javier grunts, the vibrations an additional aid towards your impending orgasm. Your mind gets foggy, your breaths shallow and your chest tight; and then you feel it throughout your entire body.
“Fuck, right there—oh God—“
You finally come, your body seizing entirely on Javier’s face as your orgasm knocks all air out of your lungs. You feel a hand tightly gripping your right ass cheek, and you come to your senses enough to realize that his left hand broke free from the headboard. Shit, that’s a determined man, you think.
You look down, seeing Javier licking his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.
Blood rushes to your face, your cheeks now appearing sun-kissed, as you climb down, settling on his lap. His free hand is now on your back, gently resting there, waiting for you to make your next move. You remove the blindfold, and Javier blinks several times in a row, taking in your gorgeous attire, almost unable to believe that this is real and that he gets to have you this way.
His other hand is now free as well, and they both move to hold your waist, not daring to move. He stares you down, and you know he’s gonna take his revenge for what you did.
That’s exactly what you were counting on.
“My turn now,” Javier mutters.
He rolls you on the bed, flat on your tummy and ass up. He bites his lips, quickly disposing of his clothes. When he wraps his hand around his aching cock, he grunts as if in pain. He gives himself a few strokes, stopping abruptly the second he realizes how sensitive he truly is and that he’d probably come in a matter of seconds if he keeps doing this.
“Can I fuck you my way?” he asks.
And his question comes so kindly and sweetly that you nearly tremble.
“Yes,” you breathe.
“On all fours then.”
You obey, sitting in position. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you closer, and you suck in a breath. The anticipation is killing you, and you know that no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that you’re prepared for what’s to come, it won’t be true.
Cock in his hand and hand on your waist, Javier thrusts inside you in one languid motion. You instantly moan, the feeling of having him so thick and eager inside of you utterly maddening. He starts to fuck you with fervor, wasting no time. He’s fucking you like he only has five minutes to spare, so much so that you can barely breathe. You try to reach around to touch him somehow, in some way, but he swiftly grabs both your arms and keeps them locked together, snapping his hips faster into you. He’s mesmerized by the way his cock disappears in and out of you, the way your ass bounces against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and the sounds you make… Jesus fucking Christ, this is the best sight he’s ever seen.
Your face buried in the mattress, hair falling down your face and your cunt at Javier’s mercy, no sounds other than some groans and moans leave your throat. It’s pretty impressive that for a man who ran on two hours of sleep, cigarettes and whiskey for the longest time, he snaps his hips into you so fast you’re nearly seeing stars. He can’t get enough of you, the way the lingerie is strapped to your body, it’s all giving him a fever.
“Fuck, you’re so—beautiful,” he grunts. “S-So good.”
“Javi, I n-need—“
“Hm? What was that?”
“I need to cum, please—“
“So do it.”
You’d reach around to play with your clit if you could, but Javier is taking everything from you, and you can’t help but give it to him. A few more thrusts and he’s done for: next thing he knows, he pulls out and comes all over your ass, jerking himself off to completion. He watches you squirm and, freed from his grip, you rub your clit speedily, and you come with a ragged moan, your orgasm messy and unusually wet, spurting everywhere.
It takes you a while to settle down. Then you feel Javier’s hands on your ass again, only now they’re gently cleaning your skin with what feels like a warm cloth. When you move to the edge of the bed, you see the mess over the sheets, slightly embarrassed.
“Wow,” you notice. “I don’t think I’ve ever… came this hard.”
Javier smiles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Of course you would, you cocky bastard.”
He leans down to kiss you, falling atop of you again. “So I take it you liked the lingerie?” you cheekily ask.
“We pretty much ruined your sheets. Take that as you will.”
It’s no longer embarrassment that you feel, but rather fondness, and a certain happiness. It’s bizarre—you’ve never felt happiness quite like this. It feels deserved, after all the hard work and hardships you’ve both endured.
You crawl into the bed, listening to the rain falling against the windows. Javier joins you, one arm wrapped around you.
“Starting tomorrow, we’re gonna go through hell again, you know?” Javier says, visibly contemplative.
“Nice pillowtalk.”
Javier chuckles softly, turning to look at you.
“I know though,” you reply. “We should enjoy this afternoon as much as we can.”
“Any other devilish plans on your mind?”
“Eh. Let’s see how you feel in half an hour, maybe we give it another go.”
You graze his cheek, weirdly thankful for all the moments that led you to this particular one, safely in his arms.
“You know I’d fuck you all the time if I could,” he tells you.
“You sure know how to flatter your women.”
“About the mission though… I’m thinking we should have some boundaries.”
“Like what? No making out in the break room or getting down and dirty in the evidence room?”
You smile at one another, smugly remembering the precise moments you broke all rules known to professionalism.
“Would help, yes,” Javier says. “It’s for our safety. We can’t let people know we’re together. Otherwise—“
You take his hand into yours, trying to reassure his pessimism. You can’t help but share it as well, although you know it consumes him more than you on occasion.
“I know,” you tell him sweetly. “We’ll be careful.”
Javier sees your wide smile, and it manages to make him flustered for what feels like a premiere in his life.
“What?” he asks.
“So… we’re together? A real couple?”
“I thought it was obvious.”
You shrug. “I like to hear it.”
Javier’s thumb grazes your cheek, cupping it as if he’s holding the most valuable possession in the world in his hand.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmurs.
“I know that too. We’ll be fine.”
“We’ll be fine.”
And for the first time since he’s been in Colombia, Javier means it, and feels it to be true. He knows Cali will be just as—if not more—murderous and bloody than Medellin and Bogota, but it doesn’t feel that difficult now that he’s not alone.
He was never alone when you were around him. And maybe, hopefully, he won’t ever be alone again.
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“The Brightest Star”
Summary ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stargazing with Anakin was no unusually scene, but tonight was different resulting in comfortable silence, loving touches, and love-laced words.
🫧 Pairing☆⋅⋆ Anakin Skywalker/Reader -ˋˏ Gender Neutral! As always <3 ˎˊ
Warnings 🦢 II 🐾 References to love bites AKA hickeys, and some hand holding!
Thank you guys for all the love on “Heaven is any place with you.” I hope you guys love this one just as much!! Kisses everyone, and remember to leave any requests, thoughts or love in my asks/inbox!! Love ya ,, Vera🫶🏻🫶🏻
There was no denying that Coruscant was a busy planet. From the never-silent city to the everlasting hub of culture and the arts, alongside the large city came the even larger scene of politics.
While many would agree that politics could be harsh and lacking in ethics, being in the Senate had its perks, such as nights like these spent in your apartment with your dearest general Skywalker.
Sneaking around your own complex in order to spend nights with your beloved Jedi was not ideal; peaceful dates and small, rushed kisses turned into passionate whispers, love bites and hour-long conversations you had grown to love and long for. Similarly, a dinner date in your apartment quickly became hushed giggles and hurried touches in the night guided by the light of Coruscant’s moons as you ran to be the first to arrive at your large balcony, attempting to compete with Anakin’s large strides, which, by method of playful pushes and unfair distractions, you had not won.
"It’s not fair, Ani; you always win because you cheat!" Your breath was rapid and lacking rhythm, but your voice was laced with joy and laughter. "It’s not cheating if there were never any rules." Although his voice was playful, you knew he truly meant what he said. "Oh, stop it, Anakin even if there were rules, you’d be the first one to break them," you snickered. Rules were never Ani’s thing, not when he was a padawan, and certainly not now as he’s grown into a man of his own design. His chuckles filled your ears as he shook his head in disagreement. "Please, you sound like Master Kenobi, and it’s not ideal for me to think about him while I’m kissing you," he breathed out snarkily, smiling as speeders flew past Coruscant’s buildings, while your fingers intertwined with Anakin’s rough, callused ones.
You were no stranger to occasionally stargazing with Anakin, but tonight felt different. The winds were calm, and the only sounds that could be heard were the buzzing of nearby vehicles passing by and the slurring of drunk individuals below waiting to get a ride.
Words often were not needed to enjoy your time with him, but the comfortable silence came to an end as your voice piped up, "Do you think the stars ever get lonely?" Your voice was hushed and quiet, but loud enough for only the both of you to hear as your head turned to face his, taking note of how his chest moved rhythmically with each breath, enjoying the peaceful night he was having and basking in your presence, not wishing for it to end. "With over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, I certainly wouldn’t. But then again, I’m not sure I’d worry about the others so much, not when I’m with you." His voice dripped with sincerity, pursing his lips and wetting them to speak once more, all while his eyes never left the sky
"Even with over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, you still shine to me as the brightest."
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Little Lady, Big Guns.
here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)
As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim. This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego.
Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me.
“Can I help you ma’am?”
I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him.
“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”
It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.
“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.
“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”
And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor.
A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap.
“Are you..are you okay?”
His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention.
“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”
He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it.
“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.”
I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile.
“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”
I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself.
“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”
The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask.
“Can this even be classified as food?”
I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.
“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”
i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.
“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”
the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.
“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”
His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.
“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”
He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting.
“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”
“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”
A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince.
“Sorry boys, business calls.”
I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.
at the table
“They’re gonna go hard on her.”
“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”
Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice.
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Mahonia and Aloe vera for the get to know me ask. :)
thank you so much for the ask, Aallotar! I hope you're doing well now. Sending you lots of good vibes <33
send me some 'get to know me' asks
mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?
Half the time I express it in writing aha. Usually I get inspired by lyrics to certain songs, prompts online, videos, maybe even Pinterest pictures, Wikipedia articles - it's a mess and a half usually. But it is easier to transcribe it into fics and drabbles for me. Sometimes writing inspires writing too and it's like one of those fractal moments of creativity where you take a thread from one idea and weave it into another. I love it when it happens!
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
I guess be proficient in coffee enough to have my own 'coffee order'? I come from a place where coffee is brewed at home but it's just one flavour/type if that makes sense and it's completely different from what cafes brew. I've never been to like, a cafe with like a gazillion different drink options and I hope to experience that.
And go back to cinemas! The last time I went to the movies was like, 5-6 years ago and never went back (fmovies my beloved) and I want to like go to a theatre again and be able to watch a film without worry. And 3D movies. I wish they brought those back here. Just lots of campy action and animated films.
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Why Lauren Lyle in new crime drama Karen Pirie is your autumn must-watch
Lauren Lyle on Police jargon, that Patagonia bumbag and what she hopes audiences take away from the series.
Credit: Joseph Sinclair
Lauren Lyle is a woman to watch. From her much-loved role as Marsali in Outlander to her gritty character in Vigil and now, fronting the first female-led primetime detective series from ITV featuring a police detective in their 20s since Helen Mirren in Prime Suspect.
We sat down with Lyle ahead of the first episode of the three-part series Karen Pirie airing this Sunday on ITV at 8 pm (add it to your diary now and thank us later), to discuss the process of bringing this beloved character to life and why the justice Karen seeks feels so personal.
Lyle is fresh from a busy few days at London Fashion Week where she sat on the front row at S.S. Daley and Paul & Joe. Not only is she garnering attention from fashion designers, but industry execs are also watching her every move closely. So much so, that she was spotted at the table read-through for Vigil by an executive who ‘saw me, and said “we need to see her and get her involved with Karen Pirie”‘. You can see why. It’s the most perfect casting. Like Karen, Lyle is petite, blonde, immediately likeable and also hails from the character’s native Scotland.
Joseph Sinclair
‘It’s been so cool working on something really relevant that’s truly saying something,’ shares Lyle. ITV is deeply beloved for its detective series, and characters like Vera and Lewis are long-established icons within the crime drama genre. How did she feel joining such a beloved collective?
‘I never thought I’d get to play an iconic British detective in my 20s. Let alone one who has so much depth.’
Karen Pirie is actress and screenwriter Emer Kenny’s adaptation of celebrated crime writer Val McDermid’s first novel, which focuses on the reopening of a cold case murder investigation. Karen is tasked with looking into a murder that’s been the subject of a provocative true crime podcast. When teenage barmaid Rosie Duff was stabbed to death in 1995, suspicion fell on the three male students who discovered her body.
‘It felt so meaningful for the show to be seen through the lens of a woman. A woman who knows what it means to walk home at night and not know if you’re going to get home safe. To fight for this woman that the unimaginable happened to’ shared Lyle.
‘The need for justice is very personal for Karen.’
Contributing fashion editor, Sarah-Rose Harrison sat down with Lauren to talk all things Karen Pirie…
What drew you to the role of Karen?
The scripts were just so witty. It was such a self-aware adaptation of what it is to live in the world we’re in and what it means to be a woman within it.
Something that a lot of men have asked me is, ‘is Karen firey?’ and you would never ask a guy that. ‘Is he firey?’ I asked my boyfriend what he associated with ‘firey’ and he said, aggressive. Karen’s really not. She’s smart and hopeful.
We’re so used to seeing middle-aged male detectives who are going through a divorce or a drinking problem and they’re dealing with that and then the case comes along and they struggle through it. Whereas Karen is at the beginning of her career. She’s passionate, excited and slightly out of her depth but that’s her advantage.
Joseph Sinclair
We all had those moments dressing up as a doctor, police officer or fireman, did you ever consider being a police officer?
It’s funny I actually never wanted to be a police officer but I always thought the uniform was cool. In the first week of filming when Chris Jenks and I got given our police badges we would go off between camera setups to would practice flipping them at each other. We got really slick at it as you have to look cool doing this stuff.
It’s tricky because the police are quite controversial, but I think Karen’s a realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be in the force. Learning the police jargon was fun. With all the interrogations I had to learn everything backwards. There’s a really big monologue, like 14/15 pages that I actually spent my birthday learning. We filmed that scene all in one take, I felt like I really trained a muscle after that.
On your podcast, She’s a Rec, you ask guests to share their favourite albums and songs. Was there a particular album or song that helped you get into character?
I had Tresor’s album Nostalgia on repeat. It was the most buoyant way to wake up to those 5 am Scottish sunrises. My Spotify-liked songs became my morning routine. There were 45 songs from that summer that I played non-stop. Especially Lipstick on The Glass from Wolf Alice’s album Blue Weekend. It had just come out and I listened to that a lot – I actually had their lead singer, Ellie, on the first season of my podcast so that was a lovely reuniting of creativity to listen to her whilst preparing each day.
I got really into upbeat electronic music like BAYNK and Fred Again. Really epic music that fitted the epic locations.
Karen’s partial to a knitted vest. Was there a particular item of clothing that helped you get into character?
Oh, her bumbag for sure. I’d get in my trailer every morning have my porridge and my process was to dance along to my playlist of those 45 songs, pop the collar of my shirt – which is quite a Scottish thing to do – and, put the Patagonia bumbag on.
The bumbag was a staple. What did you keep in it?
I had little snacks and protein bars, we got really into Pastel de Natas on set but I wouldn’t put one of those in there. It came in handy for my mic pack and on set, we loved the ongoing mystery of ‘what’s in the bumbag.’
I had a lot of creative control over Karen’s wardrobe. Lesley Abernathy (head of costume) and I really got together as the only note for the character was that she ‘that she wasn’t fashionable and didn’t know how to dress.’ So we embraced sweater vests, which I love and a popped collar – a little nod to androgyny. It felt like her armour.
‘I loved the idea of her being accidentally fashionable and a little bit iconic.’
Joseph Sinclair
1 in 3 women experience sexual violence, a heartbreaking statistic Marie Claire shone a light on within our Abuse is Not Love campaign. Whilst the series focuses on a crime that fictionally occurred 25 years ago it felt very current. It evoked the murders of Sarah Everard, Sabrina Nessa and Ashling Murphy. What do you hope audiences take away from watching Karen Pirie?
A number of young women were murdered during the time we recorded the series simply just trying to get home. That’s literally it, isn’t it? We’re just trying to get home.
Emer wrote things into the scripts during filming to keep it mainstream and how, what we as women are already doing, ‘calling when walking home, keys within our knuckles never feels enough.’ We’re doing everything already and it can’t keep happening where women are told to do more. Something has to change.
I hope people who might not have engaged with this conversation previously watch the show and do. Whether that’s by speaking to their male friends about how easy it is to help get a friend or a woman get home safely rather than expecting them to do it themselves. It’s been on us for so long.
The line, ‘Rosie and all of the Rosies deserve better’ stayed with me after the show.
Emer talks a lot about how she writes what her questions are. She writes about how she sees the world and her questions to it. She’ll put different options and answers as well as alternatives to each answer into different characters so those questions can be thrown up and the audience can make the decision for themselves as to what’s right.
That’s why I’m so proud of the show. It’s not shying away. This can’t keep happening, that’s why it’s so personal for Karen to get justice for Rosie and how heartbreaking it is for the families.
Your best friend on the show, River is actually played by Emer. How was it working so closely with the show’s writer?
We really bonded, we now call each other Clooney (Emer) and Pitt and we’re hopefully going to work together forever. There were moments with especially particular police jargon where I ask her, ‘do I have to say it exactly like that, it’s so difficult and she’d laugh and say ‘I’ve done 12 drafts, you have to do it exactly like that.’
Where will you be watching the series?
I’m having all my friends around and we’re going to hunker down and watch it at my house. We’re getting Homeslice pizza and I’ve told everyone to bring champagne. It’s terrifying but I’ve seen the series 100 times now so I’m excited to watch their reactions.
Karen Pirie is on ITV, Sunday 25th September at 8pm.
Photography, Joseph Sinclair
Makeup, Maria Asadi
Hair, Joe Pickering-Taylor
Styling, Emily Tighe
Marie Claire
Remember… a number of young women were murdered during the time we recorded the series simply just trying to get home. That’s literally it, isn’t it? We’re just trying to get home. — Lauren Lyle
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Karen Pirie#ITV#Marie Claire#23 September 2022#Instagram story#My screenrecording
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hiii Ro 💕✨ cactus, ivy, and aloe vera for the ask game? 🥰
Jules, beloved, apple of my eye, absolute curator of spotify playlists, thank you!!!!
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
hm. Well, I'm currently at Uni, so I'm learning a lot of things in my actual meatspace life. Today I went to lecture and learned about successful seed propagation (ensues, a 1-hour lecture about optimum moisture regimes for petunias).
In my personal life, I've just started reading Colonizing Nature by Beth Tobin, which is a long criticism of British colonialism exclusively through the lens of botanical collections and illustrations. I've only just started, but its got some really interesting stuff so far.
The only other interesting thing I learned recently was how ovipositors worked. I had always wondered, and finally curiosity got the better of me.
ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?
I am really, terribly blunt and pretty bad at hiding my emotions in general, so people can almost always tell. Online I think its a bit harder, because it's much easier for me to hide things online due to the barrier of written language.
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
Oh, god. I mean, I've never been in love, so I guess that would be a start? That seems to be a thing a lot of people have experienced, for better or worse. Not to opine on the mundaneity of love, because I certainly don't think that love is mundane, but there's a weird separation between people who have and people who haven't, and that has been recently reinforced as the semester has begun again and I've started making new friends. Nobody really gives a shit really, but it's always strange to once again be in the middle of people's partners and boyfriends and crushes and wanting wanting wanting for love. Like, I know that I (some of the time) Write Porn on the Internet, and am therefore fulfilling some stereotype, but damn it would be nice! It would be nice.
Other than that, I'd love to be a homeowner. Gimme a white picket fence. I tire of careerism. I was raised in a church; I know how good of a househusband I could be. I am tired of living in unprecedented times. I'd very much like to be at peace in the world. I don't think that's really mundane though.
Anyways.
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heyyyy nini, how about aloe vera and papyrus? 💛
antania beloved hiiiiii <3
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
number one is always peace ahdsjfhkj, sorry kidding, but no seriously something i would love to experience is probably having my own place? ideally i'd have bought it but who can in this economy. so renting will do fine as long as it's mine. i've never truly had a space that i can call really my own and i honestly can't wait for the day that happens! i feel like this is really basic ahfdfkg but also so important !! because imagine coming home and it's just *peace*, the dream truly. (i love where i live now btw i feel like i have to clarify ashdfsajdhk but yeah i'd just love my own place)
papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?
okay the song that came on was 'teri behon mein' by shreya goshal and sonu nigam. i love everything about this song tbh. it's very comfort shaped to me and the lyrics are just soft and sweet. my mom recently put it on it the car which is def the number one reason it is now in my on repeat list so i associate my mom with it ahsdjkf
thanks so so much for sending beloved !! wishing you a lovely rest of your week <3
random asks <3
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Ask/Reblog game: Share three paragraphs of your WIP and tag one person who should guess what it's about and which character might be saying this to which character. Then share your three paragraphs and tag the next person. Same round again. Let's try! Are you ready, my friend? Let's make it easy and difficult.
Paragraph 1: "Nothing special, she's just busy with arranging tonight's Masquerade Ball at Persephone. Why are you asking?"
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Paragraph 2: "I respect every decision you make, Alex. Our beloved duchess, Lady Thalissa is a very kind and a sweet leader. I trust her as much as I trust my duke, Lord Elric and of course you. You have my support."
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Paragraph 3: "Well done, my baby. No wonder some of my belongings gone missing tonight. I actually thought the thieves were Alex and her wolf, but now we've found our real thief. Use your hands now, Vera baby! Use them!!"
Have you guessed already? Well, now it's your turn. In this game round you share three paragraphs from your WIP, and the next person has to guess, share and so on.
Damn, this is actually pretty difficult 😂 hmm
Okay, I'm gonna go with Nik for the first one, Garrus for the second, and Lady Smoke for the last one. How wrong am I? 😂😂
Unfortunately I have nothing to share now but thanks for thinking of me!
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For the ask game:
nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?
palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?
Messy. I don't like to tidy up my room. There's no food or dirty dishes there but... there is just lots of stuff everywhere: on the floor, on the desk, in the drawers, on the top of the wardrobe. Sketchbooks, loose sheets of paper and other artistic materials, clothes, boxes, bags with stuff I bought while living in dormitory that I don't know where to put, canvases with my paintings from high school, a guitar, pile of folders with my old drawings, star wars merchandise, books... Just everything!
Besides, few years ago my parents decided to renovate our house and I wanted to have brownish olive walls in my room and bright green accessories. The paint we chose ended being sand yellow and I have exactly two green accesories: a small carpet and a window blind. I don't remember my first reaction but my mom says I was very mad. Though I like it now. But I don't even spend much time there and I've never been interested in arranging my space too much.
palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?
Megatron from More Than Meets The Eye comic series. I guess he fits this question.
I'm not sure how much you know about Tranformers but there is not just ONE canon. Almost each series is a different continuity. And the same characters vary more or less in each of them. So I don't love all versions of Megatron but that specific one and his redemption arc. He's both hated and loved in the fandom. And I love him <3 He's my beloved warlord and war criminal :)
Aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
Sleeping with a cat on my bed.
chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?
Something hand-made, nothing expensive but made with heart. Like that notebook with photos, quotes and little drawings I got for 17th birthday from my best friend from that time. She titled it "Seventeen things I want to thank you for". We are not friends anymore but I like to come back and look at it again.
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
Films/videos. The combination of the beauty of the image and music can make my soul move to another dimension. It can make me feel strong emotions or as if I'm in a different world. My favourite mediums are music and images (paintings, drawings, graphic, photography, etc.) but when they are put together - it just hits me even stronger.
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
I'm learning Italian with Duolingo for over a year now. In the meantime I lost motivation to do notes anymore but I have too high streak to give up entirely.
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Abelia, Sage, and Aloe Vera for the asks!
Thank you for the asks beloved!!
abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?
I used to. I had a lot of devotional pieces of jewelry but I kept losing them or they would break, and that stressed me out too much to continue wearing the same necklaces every day.
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
I am going to say music? I don't know. I struggle with art in general because it is so open to interpretation and I feel like it is just another layer of social interaction/societal stuff that I don't get. Idk if that makes sense. Music, as much as I am a lyric focused listener, I can still enjoy for the melody and instruments even if I don't know what is going on.
I have been really touched by fiction and paintings as well, but only if it is explicitly clear what is being discussed/depicted.
aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?
I don't know... I dont really think about my life like that? I'm also not very future focused.
For some reason my brain keeps drifting to going to museums, but I don't even have any particular museum that I'd love to go to that I haven't already been to.
I'd like to wake up everyday for a week and feel okay about waking up, and feel okay all day. And feel in control of my thoughts, feelings, and impulses. Just once in my life.
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Hello dear, I have this little doubt about my beloved Bostonians💚 So James and Ron's sisters KNEW. Daisy is far better at poker? Or somebody else also noticed about her crush?? Thanks! xx Vera
Always love getting asks from you Vera, they really make my day <33
It was more like … James knew definitively, because he caught Ron kind of admitting to it, which I wrote about here — his sisters had their hunches simply because they know their brother very well and watched him kind of grow into these feelings of his.
James caught Ron’s little confession of sorts where he essentially goes “I’d show up for you all the time and you deserve the world” but in more Ron-esque terms. When you catch your best friend stroking your sister’s hair and saying stuff like that … well … kinda hard to deny your feelings at that point.
Ron’s sisters had boyfriends of their own, and Ron, as a little kid, would ask a lot of questions especially to Mary. That was their first clue Ron might’ve had a crush on a girl. Then you realize the only girl he REALLY spent a lot of time around back then was Daisy, and you kind of form your own little theory.
Daisy isn’t necessarily better at a poker-face, and it was moreso the fact that she didn’t realize she liked him until MUCH later in their friendship. Her friends from school had their own inclinations but this kinda came from the realm of “oh you should set me up with Ron” and Daisy being VERY against it like “No.” “Why?” “Because he’s my friend!” And the defensiveness was all it took for them to know that it seemed a little deeper than that.
Essentially . “He fell first, she fell harder” leads to Ron being snuffed out before he could perfect that Poker face of his. By the time we get to the war, there’s only one person who can sniff out Ron’s feelings for Daisy. Who that is? You’ll just have to wait and see :)
in reference to this ask!
#sbt : director's cut#poet’s secret friends#poet’s mail box#the parents had NO clue though#“they’re good friends!!” Irene he wants to kiss your daughter
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so while im writing out character intro's for my pirates and wizards (to my younger self, is Vera Drake's intro for reference) I've been chatting with a long-time friend of mine about all of them, and here are some gems from these conversations, Apple is me (obviously) B is my friend, enjoy our tomfuckery :)
B: They are all so sad
Apple: if I dont get a therapist neither do they
B: man my characters are like. teens with maybe a hit of abandonment or eating issues and yours are like. in the trenches.
Apple: the more trauma i give them the more i feel whole :)
B: girl that’s a little terrifying but i love that for you
Apple: its my form of therapy
B: that’s one way to do it
Apple: it is
B: maybe not. a good one. but certainly one.
Apple: it's my only one
B: girl you better cope.
B: girl you better. separate from reality and drown out your issues with fiction.
Apple: I will
B: me too king
Apple: *sends moodboard for my pirate captain*
B: SLAYYYYYY
B: OH YOU BETTER WORKKKKKK
B: ugh her moodboard is stunningggg
Apple: aw thank you so much
Apple: I only spent like
Apple: an hour on it
B: you’re so talented stfu
*this conversation follows after I say that Deacon, upon Erin's (my main pirate/swashbucklers) arrest, put a tracking chip in her neck as a failsafe if she ever escaped, the only two ways to get it out is 1. to deactivate it and take it out or 2. take it out without deactivating it, promptly killing Erin due to where It was implanted*
B: she said: omg this is so crazy and funny i have a scar on a major artery that i don’t remember the cause of isn’t that so wild and quirky
Apple: shes streets smart not book smart
B: bestie have you ever considered that she is simply not smart
Apple: she's smart enough, in her defense she couldn't SEE the scar for like 90% of the time
B: questionable behavior.
Apple: she was preoccupied attempting to survive tbf
B: that's what they all say
Apple: *sends pic of my sorcerer*
B: love.
Apple: my beloved brit
B: nevermind girl
B: i hate the british
Apple: its okay its not really Brittan
Apple: its marleybone
Apple: and tbf she doesn't like it either
B: fine, but she's on thin ice
*about my witchdoctor*
B: i love when characters are kinda creepy lil freaks
Apple: oh very much so
Apple: her room is full of weird shit
Apple: ask her for a human skull and she will give you a selection and a description of who the person was before they died
B: and i’ll say "you can have my bones when i mysteriously die totally not at your hands"
Apple: *sends picture*
B: THEYRE SO COOL OMG
B: THE WHITE HAIR PLEASEEE
Apple: *explains character trauma*
B: they said "i have a very tragic life" and i said "omg slay pop off this look is fierce i love that for you"
*after me explaining the relationship between Junpier "stop the violence" Frydenlund (my privateer) and Ophelia "I don't know what last name is my real one so I made a new one up" Laurier (my bucaneer)*
B: She is the brain to they're also brain
Apple: the only relationship on the ship with more than 2 working brain cells at the same time
Apple: *sends pic of my Musketeer*
B: oh no
B: she looks like she would yell at me
B: euphoriacore pirates and wizards
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED VERA 🥳🥳🥳 hope you have an amazing day surrounded by love and warmth! You’re so sweet and talented and I’m so glad you’re around you deserve everything you could ask for in this world MWUAH 🥰🥰💕💫💕💫💕💫💕☺️💕☺️💕💕☺️💕💫💕💕💕💫💕💕💫
tassss thank you so so much it was an amazing day and this ask made it even better ily 💛💛💛💛
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Tell me more about Vera please
Oh my gosh I’m sorry this is so late, it got lost in my inbox
The thing about Vera, for me, is that her entire family doesn’t like her. The only possible exception is Ilya, but everyone else we see interact with her is cold, dismissive, or straight up hostile. This isn’t to say she’s not rude to them - but in that context, I think her rudeness stems from a sense of superiority that she had to develop because the only other option was believing she was the worst. She had to decide “my whole family is wrong and stupid and I’m better than them” so she wouldn’t believe what they said about her.
Now I’m not absolving her of her naturally mean and snobbish character, that’s definitely there too, but Countess Rostova explicitly states that Vera was raised differently than her siblings, so it’s not like she was treated the same and was just so mean everyone couldn’t help but hate her. We don’t know what that different treatment means, but since she’s the oldest I’m pretty sure it involved a lot of expectations that she clearly didn’t meet (ie being a demure, submissive, humble wife), so she’s looked at as a bit of a failure. I also think it’s telling that when she married Berg, her family was glad to be rid of her, which is kind of awful!
The parts of Vera’s family interactions we get to see in the book are rather antagonistic and mean; she’s clearly not blameless in that relationship. But I do really wonder what made her that way, and her own family’s treatment of her is the number one suspect. Tolstoy probably didn’t think that deeply about it but she’s mine now <3
I don’t have time to ramble about Vera/Berg right now but one day. One day.
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cheeky
warnings: lAnGuAgE, suggestive reference, a buffy quote
tags: sapnap x reader
words: 1248
A/N: first fic about our beloved snappy in the books! hope you guys like. :)
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“God, I love corporate America,” you sigh, stopping in your tracks. Sapnap nearly runs into you with the cart and makes a squeak noise, prompting you to turn.
“What does that even mean?” He grumbles, maneuvering past you and towards the produce section. You trail after him, swiping a carton of oatmeal raisin cookies on the way and dropping it into the front basket of the cart.
“It means if Publix was a person I’d suck their—,” is all you get out before he’s slapping a hand over your mouth.
“There are children.” He looks genuinely concerned and you laugh, mouthing at his hand behind your mask. It drops to the handle.
“Don’t be such a grumpy pants, baby.” You sling an arm around his wide shoulders, slumping into his side as he shuffles forward.
“I don’t want to be awake right now, much less grocery shopping.” His voice is slightly more nasally right now, attributed to his inability to remember to take his allergy medicine. “I’m only doing this for you.”
For someone who just said something cute, he looks awfully displeased.
“Such a good sport,” you coo, rubbing your head at his shoulder.
“Where’s the list?” He straightens and pats at his pockets.
“I have it!” You pull it from your back pocket and pass it to him, supplying a slightly... chewed pencil as well. He gives you a weird look but moves to cross off number 6: cookies. An essential.
“You wanna tag team this?” He suggests and you raise your eyebrows, wiggling them. “Jesus, Y/N,” he sighs, like being your boyfriend is the hardest job in the world. “Just go get the milk and eggs while I get the produce. Can you do that?”
You pout under your mask. “I guess,” you say, and trundle off towards the dairy aisle, Sapnap's borrowed slippers slapping on the tile.
When you return, a loaf of whole grain bread tucked under your arm and a carton of 12 grade A’s in one hand, Sapnap is decidedly happier. In fact, he’s humming the Elmo song. Weird choice, but you don’t question it as you drop the items down carefully into the cart.
“What’re you eating?” You ask, leaning in to sniff him. He tugs down his mask and pops a green grape into his mouth, pulling it back up as he chews obnoxiously loud. “Pass me one, daddy.”
He chokes, coughing once and swallowing, before tugging a grape from the package in the cart and passing it to you.
“You have to stop doing that,” he mutters, but grabs your hand in his and places it around his shoulders. You hum, chewing, and lean into his neck.
“What else is on the list?” Your voice is soft, much calmer and casual after his change in attitude. The paper emerges from his pocket and he uncrumples it, eyes scanning over once.
“Saran wrap, pink lemonade, sliced turkey, tortillas, mozzarella, lettuce—oops.” He scribbles lettuce out with the pencil. “Um, jalapeño chips, sparkling water, and frozen burritos. Of the Hot Pocket variety, specifically.” He passes the list over to you and pulls another grape to toss it into his mouth. “I think we should invest in a cheesecake too.”
“Your brain is so big.”
“Yeah? You like that?” He glances at you and pushes the cart forward with a jerk, mounting it swiftly and gliding past a bubble of teenagers who look on, equally confused and amazed at an adult riding a Publix cart. You shake your head, following slowly after.
“Okay, I’m actually having fun now.” You can see the grin in his eyes as you catch up near the chip aisle. He ducks into the aisle, snagging a bag of jalapeño Ms. Vicky’s and dropping it into the cart.
“Good,” you muse, poking his side. “And how does it feel being the hottest person at Publix at ten at night?”
He shoots you a questioning look but considers your question as he drops another bag of chips onto the lettuce.
“Feels good, actually,” he decides and swings out into the flow of traffic, nearly rolling over the foot of an elderly person. He apologizes quickly and you can just barely see his cheeks flush pink over the hem of his mask.
You two make your way through the list efficiently, sometimes not-so-efficiently taking five minutes to decide if coconut or mango sparkling water is better. Coconut tastes like the smell of the all-purpose spray cleaner at home, but you accede. A thing or two is added to the list: cheesecake, upon his request, and two bottles of aloe vera lube. (“There’s a sale, babe! Would be a crime to not stock up.”) The cashier doesn’t give a second thought to the last items as they scan it, but you two giggle like teenagers.
“Ah,” Sapnap sighs, tugging off his mask and leaning forward to push the airflow of the AC directly at his face. Cool air blasts the interior of your car and you thank every holy being in existence for modern air conditioning.
“Florida sucks ass.” You move your head slowly next to the vent, tilting like a rotisserie chicken. “I can’t believe Dream got you to stay.” Passing him a stick of gum, you shove your own piece into your mouth and slide the middle console closed.
“Me either,” he hums in agreement.
“Good your way, baby?” You ask, shifting the car into reverse and easing back. He mhm’s and you slide out of the parking spot easily. The parking lot is getting busier, however late, and you maneuver between the groups of adults shopping and teenagers loitering near the cart bays.
“Dibs on the AUX,” he announces and reaches for the cord.
“Okay,” you say as Kids by MGMT starts with a flutter of sound. “Price is a kiss on my lips.” Your car lurches to a stop at a red light and you tilt your face towards him expectantly. Sighing, he leans forward and presses a single kiss to your lips. Mm.
“That’s it?” You pout, lip jutting out. He grips your jaw in his hand, only centimeters away, and rubs at it with a thumb.
“You’re a brat, you know that?” he breathes, but kisses you once more (with feeling). You close your eyes and lean into it, tongue slipping between your lips and barely touching his.
A loud honk interrupts you and you jerk away, eyes wide and looking up at the light. It’s green, you realize, raising a hand in apology to the person behind you, and kick the car into gear.
“You haven’t done that since high school,” Sapnap grins and sits back in his seat. You move a hand to his leg, glancing at his face with a similar smile.
“Done what? Kiss you?”
“No.” He rolls his eyes. “Missed a green light while kissing me.”
“Mm,” you agree. “I remember red lights being a popular destination.” Squeezing at his thigh, you slide him a look and watch his cheeks flush. He just shakes his head, leaning on his elbow against the door with his hand on his jaw.
The car idles into a stop and the glow of the red light reflects on the hood of your car. You shift slightly in your seat, raising your eyebrows and giving him a pointed look.
“Don’t even think about it.” He turns towards the window but you catch a glimpse of a smile from underneath his fingers.
Cheeky.
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💐 COMMISSION: fem s/o's wedding with andrew (sfw & nsfw) 💐
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SFW ;;
♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.
♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.
♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.
♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.
♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.
♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.
♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.
♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.
♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.
♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.
♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.
♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.
♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.
♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.
♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.
♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.
♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.
♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.
♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.
♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.
♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.
♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.
♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.
♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.
♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.
♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."
♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.
♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.
♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.
♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.
♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.
♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.
♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.
♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.
♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.
♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."
♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.
♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.
♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.
♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.
♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.
♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.
♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.
♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.
♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.
♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.
♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.
♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.
♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.
♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.
♡ Which leads to...
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♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.
♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.
♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.
♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.
♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.
♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.
♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.
♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.
♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.
♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.
♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.
♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.
♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.
♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.
♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.
♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.
♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.
♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.
♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.
♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.
♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.
♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.
♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.
♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.
♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.
♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.
♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.
♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.
♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.
♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.
♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.
♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.
♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.
♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.
♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.
♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.
♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.
♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.
♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.
♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.
♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.
♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.
♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.
♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.
♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.
♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.
♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.
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