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[mandyypinkk]

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

sparkle on stampede saturday !

[agaypanic]

Could you write a fic where Regina and the reader hate each other and they always flirt really aggressively and one day they can’t take it anymore and hook up?

The Angel and the Devil (Regina George X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You and Regina fight with aggressive flirting and hungry looks, always making tensions unbearably thick. When Regina invites you to her halloween party, the two of you finally decide to do something about this tension.

A/N: au where the halloween party is at regina’s instead of aaron’s. havent seen the musical movie yet but it looks like renee’s regina’s wearing an angel costume, so whichever regina you’re picturing (renee or rachel) is wearing an angel costume. feel like there’s not much hate in this hate fuck fic but oh well

C/W: mean!dom!regina a bit lol, fingering (reader receiving), pussy slapping (just like once), degrading, hate fucking ig, finger sucking, cum eating ig idk man

***

You had no idea why you were here right now. You could’ve been home or at another party. Hell, you could’ve gone trick or treating even though you were eighteen and didn’t have a little brother or sister to use as an excuse to go door to door for candy.

But instead, you were standing in Regina George’s massive living room, wondering why she invited you to her party, why you came, and how long it would take before you were drunk out of your mind.

You barely recognized anyone here; you and Regina didn’t exactly run in the same crowds. You were able to name a passing face every now and then, but that was about it.

“Well, well.” You could hear the smirk on Regina’s lips before you saw it, whipping around to see her standing behind you. “I’m surprised you actually came. Thought you’d be too busy doing… well, whatever it is losers do.”

“If you didn’t think I’d come, why bother inviting me?” You asked with a sneer. She shrugged, hands planted on her hips as she leaned in close to you.

“Just curious.” You stared at each other for a minute, and you gulped at the close proximity. “Nice costume,” Regina said before walking off, wings almost hitting you as she turned around. It was then that you realized that, in a way, you and Regina were matching this Halloween. While she was dressed as an angel with somewhat extravagant wings, you were decked in red and devil horns.

It was funny, considering that half the time, you thought of Regina as the devil.

***

A few hours later, and you couldn’t help but notice that Regina was always nearby. It made sense, considering this was her house and her party. But you couldn’t find an explanation for why every time you’d accidentally glance at her, you’d find that she was already looking at you.

Feeling small under Regina’s gaze, you felt the need to hide. Your best bet was finding a bathroom, but you didn’t know where one was. You weren’t about to ask Regina, but you also didn’t want to be caught cluelessly snooping around.

“Hey!” You almost had to shout over the music, getting the attention of some girl you knew from one of your classes. “Do you know where the bathroom is?”

“No, sorry.” She said with a lopsided frown and a shrug.

“I’ll take you.” You almost jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, looking over your shoulder to see the one person you were trying to get away from. Regina stared down at you, jerking her head toward the bathroom as she bit her lip. “Follow me.” She said, turning around without giving you a chance to decline.

You followed the blonde up the stairs, going down one of the many hallways in the house. As you walked, crowds of people turned into stragglers until you and Regina were the only ones there. 

She opened a door and stepped to the side, waiting for you to walk in. You did so nervously, becoming confused when you entered the room. It wasn’t a bathroom; it was a massive bedroom. If you had to guess, it was Regina’s.

“Bathroom’s on the left.” Regina’s voice was close, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she was standing directly behind you. She shut the door, making you shiver, and you quickly scurried off to the bathroom, not missing Regina’s small huff of laughter.

You locked the door behind you, marveling at the interior. Whoever designed this bathroom certainly had taste. The bathtub had jets, the shower had two different showerheads, and the mirror above the sink was lit from behind. And even though it was dark outside, you could see a skylight in the middle of the ceiling.

You surveyed yourself in the mirror, seeing that the heat in your cheeks from Regina’s close proximity was evident on your face. You splashed some cold water on your face, doing your best not to mess up your eye makeup or lipstick. Regina was probably still out there, not trusting you to be alone in her room.

After a few minutes of just standing in front of the sink, you took a deep breath and left the bathroom. It was no surprise to you to see Regina waiting for you.

“Thanks.” You muttered, ready to go back downstairs to the party.

But it seemed that Regina had other plans. She grabbed your elbow to pull you away from the bedroom door before pushing you against the wall.

“And where do you think you’re going?” She asked in a sultry voice, tilting her head to the side.

“Downstairs.” You responded meekly, unable to keep your eyes from trailing down her body. For a lot of girls, Halloween was a time of year to dress slutty without being judged for it. You and Regina were two of those girls, and you certainly weren’t judging.

Based on the hungry look in her eyes, lip pulled between her teeth, you were guessing that she wasn’t judging you either. 

There was a wordless exchange between the two of you. After all the staring and insults, you might as well let some steam out of the pot. You were alone; it would be your little secret.

One second, you and Regina were staring at each other with desire, and the next, you were pinned to the wall, making out with the blonde girl that you loathe so much.

As much as you hated to admit it, you were like putty in her hands. Regina’s hands wandered over every square inch of your body that she could reach. One decided to settle on your left tit, squeezing and pawing at you through your satin dress while the other gripped your hip to keep you in place. You moaned into her mouth, body squirming and begging for more.

“Needy, needy girl.” Regina’s tone was condescending, making you whine. You simultaneously hated and loved the effect that she was having on you.

As if reading your mind, Regina’s hand that lay on your boob trailed down your tummy and to the hem of your dress. She bunched the fabric up around your hips, a smirk growing on her lips that were messily smeared with lip gloss.

“Aw, it matches your dress.” She cooed, playing with the lace of your red panties. She looked up, reveling in the shy expression on your face. “I bet your bra’s red too.”

You didn’t bother to answer. Regina’s attention returned to what was between your quivering thighs. A finger landed on your clothed clit, rubbing in slow circles and making you shiver.

“More.” You whimpered. “Please, Regina.”

“Look at you.” She responded, hooking her finger on the seat of your panties to pull them to the side. “Being so polite for me. So wet, too.”

Her hand cupped your pussy, a finger teasing your entrance as she gaged your reaction. You sighed in content, screwing your eyes shut and throwing your head back. But your eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp escaping your lips when Regina slapped your aching cunt. The hand on your hip gripped your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Eyes on me.” She demanded, finger gently trailing back to your hole. “Gonna be a good girl for me?”

You nodded embarrassingly quickly, and she grinned. Satisfied with your answer, Regina decided to finally give you what you were craving and plunged a finger into you. Her strokes were slow, making you whine and buck your hips for more. She decided to be merciful, giving you another finger and pressing your G-spot with every thrust of her hand.

As Regina fingerfucked you, the heel of her palm rubbed your clit furiously. You were having a bit of a hard time keeping your eyes on the blonde, getting too wrapped up in the pleasure she was giving you. Worried your shaky legs might give out, you wrapped an arm around Regina’s shoulders, almost knocking your hand into her giant feathered wings. In response, Regina let go of your face and helped you lift one of your legs to hook around her hip, leaning you more against the wall to keep you upright.

The new angle made you shudder in pleasure, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Regina knew, too, because she somehow picked up the already fast pace at which she was thrusting into you.

“Gonna come, sweetheart?” She laughed lightly. “About to come from me playing with your pussy like it’s my little toy? Fucking pathetic.”

“Uh-huh.” You let out a choked moan, hand gripping Regina’s shoulder to try to ground yourself.

“Let go, baby.” Regina cooed. “Come all over my fingers like the desperate little girl you are. You can do it.”

As if your body was waiting for Regina’s permission, the coil inside you snapped, and you came with a breathless moan, your body shaking as you latched onto her for support. She continued her assault on your cunt, fingers pistoning in and out of you and helping your ride out your climax.

When you came down from your high, Regina’s hand left your wet cunt, raising it to your mouth.

“Open.” She softly demanded, watching you eagerly wrap your lips around her fingers that were coated with your arousal. You groaned at the taste, cleaning off her digits with your tongue. 

Regina’s fingers left your mouth with a small ‘pop,’ and her thumb swiped against your lip to clean up some smudged lipstick. She fixed the seat of your panties, giving your sensitive cunt a pat before pulling your dress back down into place.

“For the devil, you’re such a good girl for me, L/n.” Regina teased, giving you another hungry look before stepping away.

You watched her open the door, waiting for you to leave first. You were convinced that your legs wouldn’t work, but you were able to stumble out, Regina close behind you.

At least now you know why she invited you.

***

Regina George Taglist: @wedfan2 @pyro-les @natashamaximoff-69

[djarinova]

╰─▸ ❝ levi ackerman ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷ 18+

god im just imagining a really hot and heavy make out session with levi—maybe you've both had a few drinks on a night out, or maybe you havent seen each other for a couple of weeks—and you're trying to direct levi into the bedroom. but everytime you try to lead him away he grips onto your waist and holds you in place, planting open mouth kisses all along your neck and sucking on your tender spot until he feels you wrapping your arms around him. you try over and over again, wanting more than anything to move into the bedroom. desperate to feel him inside of you. and as you try once more, pulling away from levi's mouth ever so slightly, he taps your thigh and you move without thinking and place your leg around his waist.

"and now the other one."

you oblige almost immediately, only a second of doubt crossing your mind as you tilt your head questioningly, but one nod of levis head has you jumping up and securing your legs around his waist.

"good girl."

and as you moan into his lips you suddenly feel something pressing up against your clit, and your body jolts. you don't even remember him undressing your lower half and so you sneak a glance at the sight beneath you. and you watch as he presses himself into you, a low growl escaping from his throat. it sends a shiver up your spine. his arms are tight around you, keeping you pressed against the wall, and as he begins to thrust into you his muscles flex, almost glistening in the dim light.

[rookiesbookies]

please please please write a piece where sex doll soap is dominant please please please

also how does this work? is he sentient? does he have emotions? is he ai?

if you dont want to write a pt II id also take a sex doll price

You got Sex Doll Price! Bingo!

So I saw your question and I outlined how it works more in this post (if you havent seen it) and Im getting ready to write the Konig piece, however I want to make it really special so im going to hype it up a bit more and here’s a Price one because I felt like writing him!

I totally forgot this was in my drafts btw

Price’s story of getting bought goes much like all the other’s. His lady is lonely one night, flips through some infomercials because there’s nothing good on and she figured they’d be entertaining she guessed? It was a better idea than Steinfeld reruns for the fifteenth time, and nothing streaming was updated or good. It was a rare mood.

It came on for the dolls and she fell in love with the way he moved, smiled, his eyes. It was like the tv knew how much she loved the soft eyes of an older man.

She slid off her couch and onto the floor before she punched in the number on the phone to call, saying she wanted Price.

It took time before he was there. She felt different, he has been marketed as a companion robot on the tv. One that could walk, talk, cook, clean. It would be nice having someone to take care of the house while she was at work.

When the mystery box was on her doorstep with the gibberish, she assumed what it was based on the size.

It took a long time of struggling to get it through the door. She tore into it almost immediately. She didnt even get him out of the box before she planted a soft kiss to his lips, just as the commercial said. His eyes fluttered open and she was met with the same soft eyes she first saw.

He was swift. Reconnecting his lips to her and moving out of his box without much effort. She slid back to make room for his large form, when she hit the wall he crawled over her.

“I was told you were a companion,” she said softly eyes, trained on his lips then flicking up to his eyes.

“Companions do lots of different things. There are plenty of different types of companions, love.” His rough hands came up to her face, thumb grazing over her lower lip. “It just so happens to be my directive to be a certain kind of companion.”

Her body felt like it was on air the whole time, like her nerves were cushioned by personal clouds as he worked.

He was swift, putting her on her hands and knees before working off her pants and underwear. His mouth connected with her lower lips and began work. He was delicate but hungry.

Once he got her what he deemed wet enough he used his knee to move her thighs apart, pulling his pants down.

“Breath, love.” He whispered sweetly into her ear after spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, “remember to breath.”

He let it rest in her for a long time. She fell onto her forearms, debating letting her mouth hang open so drool could fall.

He was rhythmic and juicy. Everything she imagined. She was so high up she almost didn’t register she was about to cum until it happened. He didn’t seem to orgasm, surprisingly, but he didn’t seem to care, maybe he did - well she had no clue. He picked her up and wondered her home until he found the bathroom, drawing her bath before washing her gently and putting her to better not long after drying her.

Worth every penny.

[monstrouslyobsessed]

love’s lethal bouquet

concept: in which the floral shop boss is in love with you—and isn’t a human. —momster

—a/n: well i havent posted in ages because of how bad my writers block was :( and i’m vvvvv iffy about this one. this is much more subtle and tamer than my usual too, but at least its something for the valentine’s day?

anyway, ima try and tackle a commission i owe next so please take care yall<3

—tw / tags: gn reader, implied drugging intention, implied teratophilia, implied exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw.

—featured character(s): the floral shop boss / plant monster (implied)

Valentine's Day proves to be one of the busiest days at the floral shop where you work. Breathing in the heady floral scents that permeate the store, you find yourself in continuous motion, assembling bouquets of pink roses, carnations, violets, and every red flower known to man into the van. With your back straining from the constant lifting, you absently listen to the gentle voice of your boss reassuring an irritated customer about their belated delivery—

and you wince.

Although you should be in a rush taking care of the deliveries, you tiptoe inside the back of the shop to avoid interrupting your boss—

But he merely hangs up the phone upon seeing your flustered face.

“S, sorry—” You begin.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile playing on his thinly bearded lips and says, “Don’t worry about it, love.”

The way he addresses you as ‘love’ used to bother you. It always seemed so…formal, old-fashioned, but coming from him—your boss—he somehow makes it work without needing to force the romantic undertone. Perhaps it is because he is on the older side and being a foreigner in this little town of yours.

The town lies deep within the trench of an endless forest, and you wonder how your boss had found his way here.

His arrival several years ago stirred many gossips about him, with him keeping his lips sealed about his past, but everyone slowly warmed up to him. His succulent blooms, never seen before even in the gardening magazines, certainly helped. Now, your boss is a familiar face among the townspeople, with very few not knowing who he is. And, of course, his handsome and charming demeanor won the hearts of many too.

“But I would’ve made the deliveries on time if I didn’t eat brea—” you try.

His piercing green eyes soften as you nervously fixing your rolled sleeves. You halt when he suddenly leans in.

“Boss—?” You rasp at the new weights on your shoulders, trying to pay no mind to the strange dark strains on his thick fingers.

The way he held you was almost…fond—

And he pushes you outside to the doorway. “Go finish the deliveries, won’t you?”

“Really?” You huff, trying to ignore the red tinge to your cheeks and the heavy thumping of your heart.

Your boss smiles that damnable handsome smile of his and pats you on your head, saying, “Get to it. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can give you your little Valentine’s Day bonuses for working so hard.”

While giving his employees gifts during holidays and special events is not new to your boss, you still perk up in eagerness and reward him with the biggest smile you can muster. As you dart away with a confident promise to complete the deliveries, he watches you scurry to the van, inhaling sharply,

“Soon.”

Your boss murmurs, rubbing his knuckle with his other hand—as if to hide the sudden green spot on it. Tiny vines emerge briefly, before he rubs them away and pivots back to his cash register where his impatient customers have started to queue. Flashing them with a dazzling smile to reassure frustrated customers with a wordless apology, your boss absently peers over to his office.

There, on his desk, is the special bouquet he prepared for you and only you.

Imagining you burying your face into the fragrant cluster of your favorite flowers, oblivious to the true intention of its purpose, the toxic drugging qualities meant to lure you into his arms—into his ivies and his binds of vines and creepers—had him biting back a shudder. Restraining himself before the antsy crowd, your boss rings up a customer with an invisible countdown ticking in his head.

A countdown to have you.

The blooms nearby writhe and shudder, with most dismissing it as mere breezes from the air conditioner.

It was not.

—end…?

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[animentality]

if you have ever gone really really really thoroughly through moonrise towers looking for every single readable scrap of paper. you can find this sequence of letters between gortash and ketheric that i havent seen anyone talk about but if i have the order right its REALLY funny to me. kicking myself cause i can’t find the screenshots at the moment but it’s like

the first one (in ketheric’s room) is gortash writing to ketheric very formally and commandingly in proper letter format telling him to retrieve the artefact and not to fail in doing so. and it’s super overbearing lol

the second one is a copy of ketheric’s reply (near z’rell’s desk i think) wherein he tells gortash that his “tone” in the previous letter is “inappropriate” lmao. and to not order him around like that because he doesn’t answer to him or bane and also he’s working on it.

the third one is gortash’s reply to that i believe (one of the alcoves on the roof where the first round of ketheric’s fight is) and it takes the form of a small unformatted informal thing that goes something like “k- just a note to say i can’t believe the artefact is still missing! i hear even the githyanki are after it!!! i sure hope you find it soon! -g” with exclamation points and everything and it just comes off as the most sarcastic patronising thing bsgshsgs

and so this, plus the way he kicks you in the shin at the morphic pool, and then the way he petulantly shoves you and yoinks the netherstones (at such a critical moment too) because the brain is pissing him off. AND all the intentionally hurtful things he goes out of his way to say to karlach even when she’s so supposedly beneath him. it has all brought me to the conclusion that, for all his posturing, gortash genuinely has the emotional maturity of a grape and it makes for a very very funny dichotomy to his character

(but also kind of sad. because he kind of still the little kid his parents sold out to the devil all those years ago. he never grew up he just learned how to puff up his self esteem with hot air and it takes so little to cut through the performative sophistication)

Anon...

why did you have to hurt me this way?

I have seen all of those notes, actually, but I never thought anything of them...

But you're right.

Gortash is fundamentally a child tyrant... a miserable little wretch, who was an abused slave for most of his childhood, and who swore he'd never let anyone treat him like that again.

And then he swore HE'D be the slaver and the bully.

But maybe that was because he never had the opportunity to grow to his full potential.

And the parts of him that were able to grow, grew wrong.

He was twisted up and gnarled inside like a plant forced to grow through the bars of a small cage.

My poor Gortie.

Evil boy. Tragic boy.

The pettiness is funny but god now I'll think of it as sad too.

[obliviouskara]

top 5 supergirl episodes?

full disclosure i haven't seen the entirety of supergirl (ive literally only seen like 7 eps & its all season 1) so this list will probably change over time (bc im starting to painstakingly watch the show - imagine slowburn but watching a series) however ive watched like a ridiculous amount of supercorp edits so im going to base my choices on the parts where supercorp exist ha!

5. Season 1 - Red Faced

this would probably be the only none supercorp related yet still somehow my personal fave for a few reasons. i love this scene in particular bc it shows that cat grant cares for kara and what cat says here is very relatable. no matter how harsh cat can be at times, cat was a girl's girl here. she gave an advice which was helpful to both supergirl and kara. she had every right to rip kara viciously apart but instead she took a completely different route. i like the line she says here.

"You really need to figure out what's really bothering you." "You really need to find that anger behind the anger. And you really need to figure out what's really making you mad."

i think this was also the ep where kara acknowledged where some of the anger was coming from. even with zero dialogue and with mel's incredible acting skills she was able to convey so much emotions during that scene where she releases all her anger towards the red tornato. From losing her parents, losing her planet —her home, for losing everything and maybe even angry with her parents for the choices they made for her. it was such an incredible and very emotional scene.

im putting the rest in read more bc of how unnecessarily long this post has become

4. Season 2 - "The Adventures of Supergirl"

this should be easy. this was the first time kara met lena and changed the trajectory of every queer person watching this show and lena first delivered the first of many many questionably fruity (gay) lines fjlkajdla

"You couldn't have fooled me."

also bc of this scene thank you very much

3. Season 2 - "Luthors"

if there is one particular scene that convinced me to even give supergirl the time of day its obvs this one and lena "suspiciously straight" luthor delivered one of the most iconic lines on television in my opinion and now forever engraved in my mind. let's not forget lcorp CEO lena luthor took the time of day to fill catco employee kara danver's office with flowers like it's a regular tuesday but oh well

"now you'll have someone to stand up for you. always" "supergirl might have saved me but kara danvers, you are my hero."

screaming, crying, throwing up

2. Season 2 - "Exodus"

tada! i mean, look at it! how heroic! i also find it funny how grateful and confused lena was that kara danvers was having coffee with supergirl late at night but still

Season 2 - Ace Reporter

so this isnt at all groundbreaking bc honestly, 5 isn't enough and anything that has supercorp will be my favorite even though again i havent seen the rest of supergirl yet but we're ignoring canon so we're ignoring that fact too. i think this was the ep where kara was comforting lean about jack's death. i personally have a love and hate relationship towards this scene for many reasons but im a sucker for supercorp and there was a clip where kara hesitated and looked like she was about to plant a kiss on lena's head but then hugged her instead and i think its beautiful and im a sucker for kara leaning in towards lena

BONUS:

im too lazy to figure out where these clips are from which episode but this. i love every scene and its more like these below are my reasons for watching supergirl and has nothing to do with being my top 5 bwahaha

oh did i mention i also happen to have a weird obsession with superrojas i will not rest until i reach the ep where andrea rojas exist

[dollgirlvoid]

Letter home

Dear Cosette, Sorry for not writing, I've been really busy with moving in on the carrier, and doing the first couple of jobs. welp, time to come clean. I kinda lied about my job, I told you and mom that i would be working communications on a doll carrier, far away from any actual combat. Mom got really worried, and told me just to stay the hell away from the front. well, theres no way to put this lightly. While i am far away from the front, and i doubt im going to see combat, I think I have a much more dangerous job. My job is to be a grease monkey for the dolls. I service their airframes, mostly. Thats my primary job. Hitting 40+ gees is challenging for the airframe, and they need a lot of maintainance. Its kinda like servicing dads truck, but much wetter. Thats not the most dangerous part though. the most dangerous part is the landings. The landings are where you have to deal with the doll. The dolls are the sweetest things on the planet, they are usually careful, quiet, and cuddly. We have 2 on the carrier, the crew nicknamed them Mica and Kat. They are rarely seen without their handler, outside of sorties. However, when they get back from a sortie, after just landing, they are considered highly dangerous and volitile. Adrenaline and various combat drugs are still coursing through their veins, and they cant really tell friend from foe at that point in the mission, they are just too exhausted. We have to carry transievers hooked into the IFF to mark ourselves as friendlies, but there is only so much the IFF can do. the longer the sortie, the more dangerous the doll. we have to carry these 10 cm thick ballistic shields on approach. To be honest, I dont think the ballistic shields will protect us against the dolls, but Ive put enough trust in them already, I can trust them some more. The handler stands alone, unprotected, making sure the doll can see her face. we are behind her to the sides, hunkered against the ballistic shields. the handler goes up to the doll, and calms it down and distracts it, while we put down the shields, and begin pulling the weapon systems off the airframe. Thats my job. I dont envy the guys who are tasked to work with the handler to extract the doll itself. During landing, nobody is allowed to touch the doll except the handler, except for one unlucky shmuck who is tasked with pulling the plug on the spinal jack with the handlers assistance. Everyone has to prepare for the spine pull. we grab the ballistic shields, and plant ourselves 10 meters away, in case things go bad. In most cases, things go fine, but i have seen many veteran grease monkeys with some seriously fucked up faces and bodies from botched spine pulls. I havent seen a bad one yet, but i know its only a matter of time. My turn is coming up next week though, and im terrified. After the spine pull, the doll is slowly extracted from the frame, before being carried off by the handler. During this step, we need to hook the frame up to the portable organ system. The airframes dont actually have their own organs, they just piggyback off the portable organ system, the doll, or the shipwide organ system. We finish dismantling the frame and bring it back to the hangar, before we rest for the night, assuming the landing was in the evening. Please, dont tell mom any of this. If the dolls dont kill me, mom will. Just say I'm working comms on a doll carrier, far away from any combat. Josephine P.S. tell Harvey hes a bitch for me P.P.S. your a bitch too

[fleursfairies]

saying sexism isnt real anymore is actually crazy

i am on a relatively good side of the internet so im not usually around too much toxicity but i have seen a LOT of sexism

i personally have seen 10x more sexism than homophobia, racism, or ableism. not that those things dont exist but i personally just havent seen it very often.

sexism is VERY rampant. even if its not consciously.

men dont usually listen to music fronted by a woman (unless they are rockers or 2020s pop lovers). ive even seen people listen to only men covering womens songs. its actually crazy

men dont watch movies with female main characters. and if they do they either dont understand her, sexualize her, villainize her, or dont like the movie. i even see this with my favorite youtube reaction channels.

theres also a problem with our language. "ann wilson is the best female rock voice of all time" why do we feel the need to add female to that sentence? you wouldn't say "robert plant is the best male rock vocalist of all time" would you? no. it implies that "yeah ann wilson is the best female rock vocalist of all time but there are always men that are better" which is not a compliment. if you love ann wilsons voice but she's personally not your all time favorite why cant you just say "ann wilson is one of the best rock vocalists of all time" ????? why do people do this??

and dont get me started on fandom culture. if you look at the top 20 pairings on AO3 overall (as of august 2023) there is not a single woman. this is because not a single "fandom member" loves a female character the same way they love a male character. it is completely different. you can love a female character but they will never have the same type of fandom as a man. even if your favorite character is a woman you are most likely to be on the side of tumblr that loves a man. i dont really know how to explain it but i have observed it and its really unfortunate.

there is so much more i could go into. actually, i have a bunch of videos saved that prove my point that sexism is still very strong. if anyone wants to see them let me know

[gibbearish]

wanted to throw my hat into the ring specifically in regards to james responding to the bigotry claims bc i havent seen anyone address the aspects i wanna talk abt in full yet, it kinda got long as fuck for a p short excerpt so putting it under a readmore

so here's the section (text from @storagebay29 's v helpful transcript):

"I never ever intended to hurt anybody. I never thought that that's what I was doing. Before I went- before I went to the hospital,¹ I read a lot of stuff from people who were really hurt, not just authors and stuff but people who watched my videos who were hurt by stuff in them. People think that I hate ace people and women and bisexual people and lesbians and that's not true. It's really- it's just- it’s not true. And I’m sorry that stuff made it into videos² that just shouldn’t have been there: misinformation and lies... But I promise you I did not write that stuff.³

I should have been a lot more exacting when Nick and I would be editing scripts but I promise you that those are not- I don't think those things.⁴ I specifically want to apologise to asexual people who feel⁵ that I just completed delegitimised you. Nick being ace, I- I know that it's kinda like you know, no two gay people are exactly the same, no two ace people are exactly the same, but I kind of, when it came to that I just kind of ran with Nick's judgement⁶ and his observations and stuff like that. And I’m not trying to throw Nick under the bus,⁷ which a bunch of people are saying that I was setting him up as doing, which is not true…"

so! let's break this down

¹ "Before I went- before I went to the hospital" - firstly i want to be clear of my position with the "did he actually attempt" question bc ive seen some people being absolutely vile already, which is that while i understand doubting his story considering his history of lying and manipulation and obviously skewed moral compass, i also feel like it is VERY much plausible enough that publically speculating abt whether it's true or not is shitty, especially telling HIM you think he's lying. best case scenario you're right, worst case scenario you're crossing a hell of a line, and he's obviously done enough stuff that the situation can be addressed pretty comprehensively without risking getting that coin flip wrong. i think we should proceed under the assumption that lying about that is one line he wouldn't cross, and if proof comes along that he was lying then obviously fuck him, but otherwise i think that aspect should be off limits. and having said all that, even under the assumption he is telling the truth, the way he brings it up in this apology is still manipulative, as many have already pointed out, and this is an excellent example. by bringing it up right before addressing his bigotry, he a) implies to the audience that these comments in particular are a notable part of what sent him there, and therefore plants the idea that if they continue to address it while knowing how badly it's already affecting him, they'd be deliberately trying to hurt him or push him to attempt again, and b) tries to distract the audience from the fact that he's addressing his bigotry and get them to go easy on him, since clearly he's already punished himself over it enough. but harming yourself does not actually make up for harm caused to others, and even if it did, unlearning the bigotry that caused the harm in the first place doesnt end at "feel really bad about it," that's actually step one. and as i'm sure you're already aware and i'll get into more in points 4 and 5, whether he's even at step one yet is doubtful!

² "And I’m sorry that stuff made it into videos" - others have covered his passive voice the whole way through so i won't dwell too long beyond pointing it out, it's mostly just highlighted here bc of how it ties into the next point

³ "But I promise you I did not write that stuff." - just, beautiful in so many ways. performance art, even. firstly, the fact that one of the closest places he comes to calling it plagiarism is in defense against a second allegation? just lmao. and secondly, this is about the most solid proof you could get that he indeed did not watch hbomberguy's video (or at least the whole thing) because hbomb very conclusively showed that if there are /any/ original thoughts of James' in his scripts, it is the bigotry, because he showed multiple examples of James /specifically/ rewording things he plagiarized to ADD IN the bigotry. so then tying back to point 2, his passive voice then becomes about ten times funnier here because he was just. blissfully unaware we all already knew exactly how it "made it into" the script and that his next statement would be a lie. just incredible

⁴ "I don't think those things." - notice the lack of specificity here, the most he can say is "people think i hate these groups" and "i don't think those things" and not "this is exactly what i said that was harmful, here's how it was harmful, here's the correct version of it, and here's how to avoid similar pitfalls in the future", yknow, like what people do when they actually accidentally say bigoted things bc they don't know any better? and again this point ties into the next one:

⁵ "I specifically want to apologise to asexual people who feel that I just completed delegitimised you." - ah yes, nothing says apology like "i'm sorry you felt like what i said was hurtful," where the message is less "i did something wrong and hurt you, i regret this and want to fix it," and more "you were too sensitive and got your feelings hurt by something i didn't intend to be hurtful, but i GUESS i'll be the bigger person and say sorry even though i didn't actually do anything wrong🙄". and see again 4, if he actually had looked into it and learned why it was wrong, he wouldn't be saying people "felt" delegitimised. he would be explaining why people reacted that way ie what it was a reaction to, why this reaction was correct, and providing actual information about asexual people. but he doesnt, because he didnt, because he doesnt care. which is all ESPECIALLY fucked because in saying it this way he's. delegitimising what they were saying. like some kind of fuckin aphobia ouroboros

⁶ "when it came to that I just kind of ran with Nick's judgement" + ⁷ "And I’m not trying to throw Nick under the bus" - here we are, the crown jewels. so obviously ppl are already talking abt the performative allyship of "but my best friend is minority and they said it was fine!!1!" which is fucked up on its own, but then the fact that he immediately jumps to "and also i'm not throwing nick under the bus" shows us that within the greater context, point 6 did indeed mean "the bigotry in the scripts that i am currently apologizing for and explaining the presence of in this section is there because i repeated the things nick told me were true, these ideas originate from him." aka blame nick, not me. but then he remembered that scapegoating nick is also something people are accusing him of so he had to backtrack over it, which if it was actually an innocent statement, it yknow. wouldn't need to be backtracked over? it's like he thinks just because he doesn't outright say "nick has bigoted ideas that i parroted so basically its his fault" that no one can pick up on the subtext? and frankly i don't know much about nick (or james beyond this whole thing tbf so obv take everything i say with the whole shaker of salt) so this very well could be the truth to a degree, but if nick does hold bigoted views too, that's TOO. not instead. for james to repeat them without question to the camera means he doesn't disagree. even if hbomb hadn't proven the bigotry did originate from him, it would still be meaningless, because if it came from nick then that would just mean james decided to stay close working friends with a shitbag and repeat all of his garbage to his fans uncritically!

so in summary, in just this one chunk he: reminds you to be extra niceys to him because hes delicate right now, immediately lies about where the bigotry came from, talks around what he actually said wrong or that he was in the drivers seat for it, then blames nick for it before hearing himself say it out loud reminds him people are picking up on that now too and has to walk it back.

to spoof the roblox oof video: when we look at the sum collective of all of his claims regarding his bigotry, and we put it in context with. the fucking everything about him. when james says the bigotry didn't come from him, this might just be me. but I don't believe him!

[stardustcleaningguy]

ok im back to rant abt more saverem twins autism things :P

in my last post (which if you havent seen, was me reblogging @dragons1re ‘s post about the plant powers as a metaphor for autism/autistic traits) i didnt really go into much detail about knives because i was a little too focussed in the fact there is another autistic vash truther out there .. but im gonna talk abt knives now.

like i said before i dont necessarily think that knives has enough control over his outbursts to really be completely proud of them, but also when you are the person known for having regular outbursts and are considered ‘dangerous’ or ‘weird’ by neurotypical society, it begins to become a part of how you view yourself as a person (or at least thats how it was for me as a kid - a lot of my autism hcs are based directly off my own experiences). i mean this in the way that once you have that impression established of you - that you are strange and offputting and scary - its very hard to overcome the perception of others and seem ‘normal’ and so you just kinda give up, and accept your role.

this is how knives’ behaviour appears to me, from an early age people have this perception that hes hard to deal with and has big outbursts of emotion which he struggles to control - and even when he DOES learn more ways to control it, he still refuses to mask because hes continuing to play into the general perception of him by neurotypical (aka human) society. he lets his emotions control him because he doesnt see any point in masking - i mean what would it change if he did try and act normal? the humans already know hes a dangerous monster freak right? i was only able to change from this mindset because my environment and the people around me changed but because of the magnitude of knives’ actions hes unable to do this - until the very end when he finds humans that dont just see him as a dangerous creature but an actual person who just wants safety for him and his brother (but then he gets appled so …)

also im not really saying that knives thinks of himself as a monster, he just knows that humans have that impression of him and instead of trying way too hard to appear normal like vash, he leans more into the role of ‘weird dangerous monster’. hes super scared of humans (the same way an autistic person may become fearful of neutotypical society because of the way they have been treated within it) so thats another reason why he has this whole im super dangerous and evil thing going on even though he spends most of his time napping. top 10 people comitted to the bit

idk this rant MIGHT have gotten a little too tangent-y and i MIGHT be projecting onto knives just a teensy little bit but it was fun to write so wuteva !!!!!!!! (also all of this is specifically discussing trigun maximum - i luuuuv maximum)

[rookiesbookies]

So im so upset, i accidentally deleted an ask.

Here’s the sex doll price fic I got asked for, and i outlined out they work my beloved anon, im sorry😭

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So I saw your question and I outlined how it works more in this post (if you havent seen it) and Im getting ready to write the Konig piece, however I want to make it really special so im going to hype it up a bit more and here’s a Price one because I felt like writing him!

Price’s story of getting bought goes much like all the other’s. His lady is lonely one night, flips through some infomercials because there’s nothing good on and she figured they’d be entertaining she guessed? It was a better idea than Steinfeld reruns for the fifteenth time, and nothing streaming was updated or good. It was a rare mood.

It came on for the dolls and she fell in love with the way he moved, smiled, his eyes. It was like the tv knew how much she loved the soft eyes of an older man.

She slid off her couch and onto the floor before she punched in the number on the phone to call, saying she wanted Price.

It took time before he was there. She felt different, he has been marketed as a companion robot on the tv. One that could walk, talk, cook, clean. It would be nice having someone to take care of the house while she was at work.

When the mystery box was on her doorstep with the gibberish, she assumed what it was based on the size.

It took a long time of struggling to get it through the door. She tore into it almost immediately. She didnt even get him out of the box before she planted a soft kiss to his lips, just as the commercial said. His eyes fluttered open and she was met with the same soft eyes she first saw.

He was swift. Reconnecting his lips to her and moving out of his box without much effort. She slid back to make room for his large form, when she hit the wall he crawled over her.

“I was told you were a companion,” she said softly eyes, trained on his lips then flicking up to his eyes.

“Companions do lots of different things. There are plenty of different types of companions, love.” His rough hands came up to her face, thumb grazing over her lower lip. “It just so happens to be my directive to be a certain kind of companion.”

Her body felt like it was on air the whole time, like her nerves were cushioned by personal clouds as he worked.

He was swift, putting her on her hands and knees before working off her pants and underwear. His mouth connected with her lower lips and began work. He was delicate but hungry.

Once he got her what he deemed wet enough he used his knee to move her thighs apart, pulling his pants down.

“Breath, love.” He whispered sweetly into her ear after spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, “remember to breath.”

He let it rest in her for a long time. She fell onto her forearms, debating letting her mouth hang open so drool could fall.

He was rhythmic and juicy. Everything she imagined. She was so high up she almost didn’t register she was about to cum until it happened. He didn’t seem to orgasm, surprisingly, but he didn’t seem to care, maybe he did - well she had no clue. He picked her up and wondered her home until he found the bathroom, drawing her bath before washing her gently and putting her to better not long after drying her.

Worth every penny.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, check out my AU list for more like this. Don’t forget to leave me a comment (i always try to respond) or a request in my inbox (i also try to respond to these when I can), a reblog, or even just a like to let me know what yall want to see!

[gizkasparadise]

also while im here, top dramas of the year ive seen so far (roughly in order)

lost you forever (cdrama)

this is the year of "dramas on paper i hate become immediate most favorite dramas." i was meh or actively disliked a good chunk of the cast before watching it, and wasnt going to bother. tumblr!posts intrigued me and i immediately got hooked. great female lead, great love interests and character development. reverse harem done right!!

moving (kdrama)

i am so sick of superhero shit due to mcu hypersaturation, so this was another one i wasnt going to bother with. but i liked the cast, so i gave it a shot and omg. it's a character study and intergenerational trauma (and intergenerational hope!!) hidden as a superhero movie. the definition of legacy being seeds you plant so your children can see flowers bloom. the family relationships are so good and this show made me cry like 3 times

the glory, part 2

i support women's rights but more importantly i support women's wrongs. a satisfying second half to one of my favorite dramas!

perfect marriage revenge

not even halfway done but i just love it. over the top, extra makjang plot from like 2008 with pocket lint for a budget but executed so well and knows what it's about

upcoming 2023 dramas im excited for

death's game (kdrama)

welcome to samdalri (kdrama)

sweet home season 2!!! (kdrama)

2023 dramas i havent watched yet but got high hopes for

twinkling watermelon

my dearest

story of kunning palace

wonderland of love

call it love

an ancient love song

west out of yumen

2023 biggest letdowns

arthdal chronicles s2. we couldve had it all, and i was excited about recasts. what we got was tedious side plots that took too long, illogical deus ex machinas all over the place, and inconsistent or underused characters. some highlights, but it didnt meet my hype for it :(

worst of evil. incredible ride, dud of an ending

my journey to you. someone will punch me for this, but it was way too slow for me and i couldnt stand the sound/auditory levels for dialogue (everyone. slowly. whispers. everything. all. the. time)

till the end of the moon. LOOK I REALLY LOVED PARTS OF IT. but i hated about the same number of parts and the ending was stupid. a seesaw of emotions.

[mistresskayla-blog1]

Heart-Scorched in the Desert

PART 2

Characters: Guy of Gisborne x OC Navaneeth

(Lyn's Writing Event May 2024)

PART 2

Guy of Gisborne was created by Dominic Minghella & Foz Allan and adapted for Television.

Warnings: smut, angst, grief, heartbreak, rescue, confusion, p in v, cunnilingus, accidental breeding,

Word count: 2.7k

Location: Holy Lands circa 1190s

Part 1 is HERE. *Part 1 has spoilers if you havent watched series 1*

--- part 2

Navaneeth tried to rest as well, the chores of the day would start sharply, and the Seljuk are unforgiving to her station. She was still thinking about the Englishman, the one with sharp features, and an even sharper heart. Could she change her own life and leave with him, could she soften that dark knight? She giggled as she thought of his smirking face. She had been around men who made advances on her, as a peasant it was allowed, and that always infuriated her. Maybe in his culture they had more protections. She did not know, but she was willing to find out. Navaneeth only had herself to look after, her parents were dead, and her brothers were fighting against the crusaders. There was nothing to do but chores for the Sultan and maybe sleep a whole night without the Mummy looming.

She may not know if she could soften Guy, but Allah, did she want to try to convince him to let her. She gathered a few of her things and rolled it up into another scarf. Then scurried across the courtyard to Guy’s hut.

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Guy stirred hearing footsteps near his door. He rolled over and looked up. Navaneeth was at his doorway. Guy smiled warmly. Navaneeth had a parcel in her hands. She smiled, “I brought some things. And a little food, for, you” She offered him some bread. Guy stood up and sauntered over to her, “Thank you” he said, chewing and swallowing, “You came back,” he said. She did not respond, it just hung in the air like the heat.

“I did,” Navaneeth swallowed, gulping down courage, “I wanted to ask you something”. Guy stayed planted in front of her. “Mm hmm..” still eating the sweet dates from her palm.

“That is,” Guy looked at her, hopeful, but reserved.

“Could you take me with you? Back to your home?” Navaneeth asked him. Guys eyebrows furrowed as he chewed. He turned away from her and sighed.

“Honestly? I do not even know what I have to go home to,” he fiddled with his satchel, and sighed heavily again.

“Why do you want to leave?” he asked her curiously, turning back and leaning into the clay wall.  Navaneeth brushed the hair from her face, lowering her hood, “I want more control than I have here, I thought,”

Guy smirked, “You think women have it better where I come from? Because they can fight?”

Navaneeth shuddered in her robes, and looked at him, trying to stand tall, “I just want something different, can you take me, or no? that is what I came to ask you,”

It was then that Guy noticed the way she was clutching the bag in her hand. “You’re going away anyways, aren’t you?” he approached her, concern filling his face, “But where will you go, surely you will be killed for leaving?”

Navaneeth looked down at her hands and back up to his bursting blue eyes, “I care not, at least I can say that I died trying to escape, I don’t wish to be a slave for the Sultan anymore”, Navaneeth shuddered again, and rubbed at her neck. Guy could see a welt on it, as she moved her hand. Her hair, fell back to drape across it.

Guy got even closer to her, “Is that his handy work then?” his bare hand brushed her shoulder as he examined her. Guy shook his head, moving to touch her more softly, “It’s a shame that he would hurt someone as beautiful as you.”

Navaneeth blushed under his touch, her warm olive skin warmed pinkish. She felt exposed and somehow seen by him in that very moment. Guys eyes darted all over her, and she shivered again, “You are very kind. I know that my looks cause me harm here, perhaps they wont elsewhere.”

Guy chuckled softly under his breath, “I do not think you will find much solace in that back in my home. Beautiful women are always sought after. Why should you be any different?”

He walked past her, his demeanor shifting to ice, trying to steal himself from his feelings of desire. Marian had really messed him up. Turned his heart upside down and then spat it out. He spun on Navaneeth in great alarm, and grabbed her up in his arms, shaking her angrily.

“Why?! Do you think me worthy to help you? Do I have sucker written on my face? Is that it?” He yelled, then he dropped her, and went to the wall, pounding it with his fists. Navaneeth fell to her knees, a little frightened but also intrigued. She had seen him kill that woman the other day, in the courtyard, saw his pain as he did it. Saw her lover upset and cry over her body. She wondered what that all meant, was that woman playing both men? What had happened to this man, to make him so torn apart?

Guy pounded the wall with his fists and pushed his skull into the clay, trying to make his mind and his heart stop this war in his chest. He spun back to Navaneeth and came to his knees before her, his hands surrounding her hands.

“Navaneeth, I am sorry. I – I just,” Guy’s words fell off his lips, his mind was buzzing, “I’m no good for you. I don’t deserve anything like this. I am a bad man.” Navaneeth, close to him, put her finger to his lips, and those blue eyes of his looked up in sullen tone. Navaneeth, moved to kiss Guy, she bent down to him. Guy did not flinch. There lips met soft and gentle, and Guy felt his heart leap into his throat, then crash back down into his belly. Navaneeth’s lips were soft, warm and inviting. Her fingers touched his chin, leading him into a deeper kiss. Guy relented and moved into the kiss deeper as well. He just wanted the feeling of it. To be desired.

Guy pulled her into his lap, and cradled her face, as the sounds of their moans and kissing filled the hut. Navaneeth moaned against his lips. His hold on her, moved to her waist now, as he gripped her in tense longing. Guy kissed Navaneeth’s neck, and wrapped his hands over the back of her shoulders, as she leaned back into his hold, her throat exposed to him. Tears sprung from Guy’s eyes in abandon, as he tasted her skin, and Navaneeth froze to hear a grown man cry beneath her. His voice was broken by sobs as it streamed from his lips, “I’m sorry, I’m so so  sorry,” Guy shakily got out, his deep voice broken by utter grief.

Navaneeth, righted herself, against his lips and closed her arms around his head and neck, holding him to her breast. Guy sobbed into her scarves and shift, and she held him even closer. Clearly this man was grieving. She had only seen men cry in private when they suffered deep loss, as from a spouse. Her father wept when her mother died.

“Marian,” Guy sputtered out between sobs, “I’m so sorry,”

Navaneeth, cooed at Guy, “There there, my knight,” she breathed against the top of his head, blanketing his dark hair with soft kisses. She recognized the name, it had been screamed across the courtyard days before and it rung crisp now, at his lips. Marian must have been the woman he killed. Someone he had deep feelings for, so why did he kill her then?

Navaneeth decided to keep the past in the past. And continued to hold him against her. His breathing subsided after some minutes, he showed no sign of embarrassment, or apology. Guy looked up at her then, and kissed her on the lips deeper still. Resting his head against hers, “Help me, forget all that I have done,” Guy asked in earnest.

Navaneeth, looked into his eyes, steely and so close to hers in that moment, “As you wish,”

And Navaneeth, loosened her shift, letting her breasts gently fall out, exposed. Guy groaned and moved his mouth over her nipple, his hand caressing her breast hungrily, but gently. Navaneeth gasped as his mouth pursed her nipple between lips and teeth. Her fingers flowed into his hair, pushing him deeper against her breast. He was reveling in her warmth and softness, and murmured against her skin, “so soft, god, so sweet”.

Navaneeth smirked, and pushed him down to the dirt floor, smothering him a second, before he swept her up, and brought her up to the bed. Lying her on her back. His hands moving slowly up her thigh beneath her skirts. His eyes locked on hers as his fingers made it towards her inner thighs, brushing lightly against her mound. Navaneeth was nervous, but only because she had never been with someone foreign before. Would his temper flare up during? Or would he be cruel, like the Sultan?

Guy sensed her apprehension, and kissed the top of her foot, crawling up her body slowly, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his glistening pale skin, and musculature. Navaneeth’s eyes dilated in a flash. Guy hovered, in his britches above her. His arms on either side of her waist on the bed. Guy lowered his head and kissed her exposed belly, a jewel pierced into her skin at the navel. Guy tugged at it with his nimble lips, and Navaneeth huffed out a breath again.

Guy chuckled lightly, before kissing lower down her belly, his hand moving to part her skirts to reveal her to him. His tongue started to lick at her feminine curls, he arousal came in a wave of scent that waft against his face and he groaned more to smell her, before he tasted her.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, his cock pressing against his britches in alertness.

Navaneeth looked down at him, hesitant, “As you wish”, her thoughts were racing, she hadn’t ever been asked that before, her answer embarrassed her, but clearly he wasn’t daunted.

Guy, sighed, and cradled her thighs with his hands and tucked himself between her legs, her skirts half draping over his head. He licked and sucked at her folds and found her nub almost immediately. Navaneeth yelped, and her hand shot to his hair. Guy smiled against her folds, his nose rubbed at her clit as his tongue lapped at her entrance. Navaneeth cried out in pleasure, but that sound had never come from her mouth before, so she was confused. Her grip on his hair tightened, and he stopped.

Guy looked up, the skirt falling to the side of his shoulder, revealing a man enjoying his work, his blue eyes were bright and warm, “Are you alright?” that deep voice resonating now in breaths against her cunt and Navaneeth could feel a warmth rising from her core now.

She managed a few words between rasps as he swirled his finger at her entrance waiting for an answer, “I.. I just, Allah.. that’s good”.

Guy smiled and went back to using his tongue. A long finger pushing into her, smoothly in her wetness, it became two rather quickly and curled up towards the sky inside her. Navaneeth, pulled at his hair and skin with her fingers, feeling the burn inside her building into something else even stronger.

Guy moved then, removing his fingers and kissing his way up to her mouth, positioning himself between her legs, a rattle of his belt could be heard in the quiet hut, even over their mutual panting. Navaneeth, gripped his head in the kiss, tasting herself and immediately becoming even more aroused. Guy’s cock… hovered near her. She could feel the heat from his trousers, his flesh near her own.

He looked at her, before he went in, “I assume you done this before, yes?” His eyes were asking in a sense of duty and respect, Navaneeth immediately understood, and felt a warmth in her heart in that moment too. Navaneeth nodded and murmured a ‘yes’. He seemed to sigh in repose, and then dragged his cock along her slit, getting it wetter.

“I, I’m sorry if I am quick,” he smirked, “and big, Its been awhile since I --- (sighed) have been with a woman,” Guy said, apologetically. Navaneeth giggled a little, and Guy cupped his hand against her mound of curls, his palm resting near her clit. He pushed into her, her cunt gripping and relenting without hesitation. Guy huffed in pleasure and sensation and pulled out a little, before pushing in deeper. Navaneeth watched his reaction in allure and curiosity. He was so different than other men that had used her for sex. Navaneeth seethed when he pushed all the way in, pressing against her core and making her flutter in response. The ache that built inside her was a welcome gift, Guy moved his hand and palmed against her clit in little thrusts.

Guy started to pump into her with some more energy, and Navaneeth clung to his touch in every moment. Crying out as his cock stretched and thrummed against her core, his pumps grew faster and his huffs deeper. His hand moved off her clit and gripped her waist sinking deeper. Navaneeth moaned and cried out again, his pace quicker and fiercer. Following his natural intent to his own end. Navaneeth moved her hand to touch herself and Guy locked eyes with her in recognition again.

His voice was harsh as he moaned out, “Do you want to cum first?” Guy asked.

Navaneeth lost her focus a moment, “what?”  She wasn’t sure how to respond, no one had asked her about her own pleasure before, “Is that what you want?”

Guy shook his head as he continued to pump into her, he slowed then, bending down to kiss her on the lips.

“I want to do better than I have, I want this to be as good for you as it is for me”. Guy pledged.

Navaneeth gulped in response, “I don’t really know what to do”. Guy smirked then, and readjusted his stance, raising her legs up against his chest. She seated on his cock at a delicious angle and Navaneeth felt her cunt clamp down onto him. Guy gulped in response, “That’s what I want”, he said, hungrily under his breath, a low growl resting in his chest.

“As you wish”, she gasped as he started to pump into her again, deep long strokes, drawing out her orgasm in slow torturous sweetness. Sweat was visible at his brow, and glistened across his chest, all of his self-control was mounting as his cock throbbed inside this woman.

Guy pushed deeper and stroked into her core with some pressure, Navaneeth found her clit and helped them both along. Her core fluttered and her walls squeezed, and Navaneeth cried out, his name on her lips. Guy took the cue and pumped faster and faster… meeting her in oblivion as he bruised her core in delight and spurted his seed against her walls with utter abandon.

Guy felt reality hit him in the face, and he pulled out in haste, cursing under his breath. Navaneeth was still panting, her whole body alive in shudders and sensation. Tingles at every level of her skin and cells.

Guy grabbed at some cloth on the bedside, and wiped at her folds, he pushed his hand on her mound, and Navaneeth looked at him, “just push a little, yeah”, He said looking at her. Navaneeth nodded and complied, his seed spilled out of her, and into the cloth. He wiped her folds gently and tossed it on the floor. He came up to hold her against him. Their partially dressed and partially naked bodies, sweaty and warm.

Guy kissed Navaneeth forehead, and she tipped to look up towards him.

“You are an exceptionally curious man, Guy of Gisborne”, Navaneeth said.

Guy smirked, “Thank you for allowing me to do that,”

Navaneeth smiled, “If that is how you do it, I think I may have to follow you back home, regardless”.  A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest, as she settled her face against it, tucking herself under his chin. They both rested for a little while, knowing the best time to leave would be nightfall.

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