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𖥔 ݁ 𐙚 masterlist .ᐟ 𖥔 ݁ 𐙚 request status : open .ᐟ
♡⸝⸝ castin hammer/baroness .ᐟ ⋮ 1 , 2, 3, 4, 5
♡⸝⸝ warren the gladiator/cupcake .ᐟ ⋮ 1 ,2, 3, 4
♡⸝⸝ rhett/queen ascendant .ᐟ ⋮ 1,
♡⸝⸝ wajid/vp .ᐟ ⋮ 1,
♡⸝⸝ headcanons .ᐟ ⋮ 1, 2, 3,
𖥔 ݁ 𐙚 rules & about .ᐟ
♡⸝⸝ she/her, enfp, you can call me adelina or addie .ᐟ
♡⸝⸝ i do take requests but they make take time , i use petnames freely , minors dni , dms & inbox are always open , i write both sfw & nsfw, i block freely because im dramatic .ᐟ
"can mutuals dm?" "can mutuals ask for discord?" "can mutuals-"
mutuals could literally use me as a topic for a research paper and i would be grateful
did you hear what happend?:( desmond actually did quit to focus on his marriage
i don’t remember that ever being said, nor has anything been posted. that’s all i know. 👩🏼💻
"shut up. just shut up." 𝜗ৎ rhett x ascendant (reader) for: @unwashed-dishes
𝜗ৎ cw: honestly this is purely a tiny crack fic. i'm sorry for nothing. i love this man and will be writing about him in the future.
River water mixed with Intacia's fertile soil is what's to blame for the squelching under your feet as you step forward, a heightened sense of vigilance as the dark jungle engulfs you in the energy that feeds the power you hold.
"Witch," a deep toned voice calls from a few feet in front of you, darkness making it rather difficult to make out the man you knew was with you, so it didn't really matter anyway.
"If you can speak to me, hunter, you can get me a damn lantern." Your tone is playful as you breathe out, attempting to steady yourself and avoid slipping on the muddy water. The Baroness would've winced at the mere imagination of being in this position.
"I'm not above killing you even if that means I die as well, Witch. How many times need I remind you that you are my captive -"
"Us dying together? Like, Titanic style? Romantiiiiiic, I'm down."
Rhett furrows his brows, annoyance overriding every other emotion you've invoked in the past hour - hell, even thirty minutes. "That's not even how Titanic happen-" he cuts himself off with a deeply comtemplative sigh, the word romantic, hitting him directly in the chest. "As I was trying to say, we have just about a mile left."
Bringing a hand to your chest, you sarcastically clutch pearls. "I was just starting to get emotionally attatched. How is it that my timing continues to get worse? You're like... an embodied bad omen."
You'd been making jokes and subtle innuendos your entire trip, realizing that it was the one thing that truly got under Rhett's skin, and you'd not-so-secretly secretly reveled in the light dusty rose that painted his cheeks every time.
Rhett, rolling his eyes, grumbles out an exhausted "Goddess" before turning to you, feet planted firm and frame intimidating by first glance. "You are such a brat. Shut up. Just shut up."
Dramatically flinching backward like you'd been struck, you sarcastically pout. Craning your neck up, you tilt your head before enunciating with hand movement. "'Kay, re-fucking-lax." You make it a point to look him up and down with the most deadpan look you can mock from him.
The man was stone, truly. His monotone presence seemed to carry a thousand other ones, all dripping into each other and thus making him somewhat indescribable.
So, in the rare moments the witch hunter showed emotion that wasn't pure disdain, you naturally kept note of it. It became sort of like a game to you. What else was there to do? Contemplate your last words before you stood trial?
Admittedly, you hadn't understood why the said disdain existed in the first place. While Rhett had given you a brief, emotionally charged rundown, his failure to let you speak your truth left you confused. Yet... a variant of sympathy had subtly settled into your chest. You'd hadn't necessarily learned your history. I mean, you'd remembered what you were told; but other than that, you'd never felt like you'd needed to.
A faint memory crossed your mind, promptly shutting your mouth, which Rhett silently thanked his lucky stars for.
"Good. You're finally listening."
Ahem. Not-so-silently.
Anyway, your mind was caught up in your perception of his emotions. It was rare you ever saw it, after all. Living in the Empire and whatnot. Raw anger that was obviously very complex in the sense it wasn't reserved just for you. Rhett's eyes, too, were swimming with memories that looked like they hurt to hold.
Huh. While you're actively kidnapped, sauntering through this lively forest that is imminently leading to your death, you're thinking about and trying to sort out your kidnappers emotions. Right...Maybe both you and Rhett should both be formally evaluated. You, for stockholm syndrome. Rhett, for whatever the hell it's called when you enjoy and find clarity killing people.
"And I'm not using a lantern because I'd prefer not to draw the attention of the animals who have an unwavering craving for human flesh." Rhett refutes your earlier statement with a flat tone, continuing forward.
"...That’s exactly how you lure other kinds of predators."
Despite it being dark, you know there's a vain on Rhett's forhead about to pop.
𝜗ৎ a's notes : the listeners personality is a bit melodramatic here, but i'm still trying to get a feel for her and rhett! this is lowkey just purely silly, sorry for the wait. also blog redo again!
love language 𝜗ৎ baroness (reader) x castin hammer
cw: aftercare, suggestive 𝜗ৎ for the dearest darling ever: @themonotonysyndrome
Castin had a particularly riveting duality about him; kindess that would give a goldren retriever a run for it's money, and simulatenousy having the capacity to pack a dominance that left you sweetly sore for days at a time.
To have somebody not only seemingly sculpted by the greek gods themselves, but also have that same person be completely and totally devoted to your pleasure, was a welcomed amelioration compared to past lovers. Commanding was a skill he'd learned, and was rarely a proficiency he stored away unless needed. Fortunately, it was competency you eagerly allowed.
"Sweetheart," A tentative hand brushes the sensitive skin on your plush thighs, the cold a distinct difference compared to the heat that your body was still carrying, the typical aftermath of a night of utter devotion. "Let's get you and that pretty face cleaned up, yeah?"
It sounded like a question, but in the undertone it was evident it was anything but a mere suggestion. The actions that followed proved your analysis right; as strong arms envelop under your knees and under your back, scooping you bridal-style into your arms.
The en suite is dimly lit, droplets of water decorating the marble floors from your forgotten bath together, and that's clearly cold to the touch as Castin humorously hisses, the air between his teeth forming a soft whistle; and you can't help but smile at the disgruntled look on his face.
"My pain is funny to you. Glad to know where we are in this marriage. I have a wife who enjoys my misery -"
Playfully rolling your eyes, smile widening as the fog of tiredness in your visions clears, you interject in a way that would make nobles recoil. "You're possibly the profusely dramatic Commander of an army I've ever met. How you get anything done, I'll never know."
As you turn to look up at him, his eyebrows pull together, and with the expressive eyes of an Intacian, he looks genuinely confused and simultaneously exasperated.
"You've met other Commanders?" He asks with a tone of pure mirth, while the subtle grip on your body tightens despite the rhetorical question. You refrain from compelling him to go again, reminding yourself of your sensitivity.
Propping you up onto the counter, you exhale deeply, rewarding exhaustion flooding throughout your body but your mind still active and alive. "You also have a wife whom you've thoroughly worn out. I feel it's only fair, husband."
Castins mumbles what sounds like a "yeah, yeah" as he grabs a fresh towel from the stacked bunched that are warmed, per your request. Your eyes are slowly opening and closing, but you know what he's doing as running water can be heard, muffled by the sound of the cloth soaking it up.
You shiver subtly, your body suddenly aware of the temperature as your body still comes down from the multiple highs. Fully opening your eyes, Castins head quickly cranes in your direction, looking you up and down like you would to check for injuries.
Realizing there's no injury, but rather just chills, he tentatively places a hand on your extended leg, thumb brushing over the prominent goosebumps. The warmness kept you grounded, clearly comforting as you feel inclined to let your head rest against the mirror on the wall.
Finally, Castin moves to stand in front of you, eyes with a meticulous glint as he brings the towel between your legs.
"Did so good for me tonight, babygirl," he gently moves his hand to caress your face, working the towel and lightly pressing it against the sensitive skin there. Planting a thoughtful kiss on your cheek, he beams with pride when you lovingly purse your lips for a peck. "Get to take care of you. So damn cute, all for me."
a/n: castin & the baroness remind me of the positions album soo bad, my babies. this ones short n sweet. :,)
tease the wrong man, he'll make you understand 𝜗ৎ wajid x vp | mdni
cw: spanking, degrading 𝜗ৎ
The art of teasing. Luring in an unsuspecting individual with a wielded tongue and a concealed motive. The fun part was that it could be considered abstract. Ensuring and insinuating that what you may or may not have could be theirs, taunting them with the idea like a figurine.
Your method, like most seductresses, was playful, yet bordering on mere torment. So what? Men made it easy, after all. Is it really your fault that they tend to be the easiest creatures on the planet?
And when your boss who undoubtedly has a power over you that may or may not put you back in chains and in the sheets of the man you conned, teasing is really your only remedy and way to make him suffer "inadvertently". You weren't naive, you were firmly aware of the arousal spell you'd casted onto Wajid the moment his wife had answered the door.
Things you knew were true:
One, you added a little more of a sway to your hips when you knew he was watching.
Two, when you'd go to your closet in the mornings you'd select the most subtly sexy yet work appropriate outfit you could.
Three, your pettiness outweighed your maturity when it came to Wajid.
You weren't sure there was exactly any word to describe the feeling that ignited beneath the thick skin you'd quietly took pride in when your boss would make subtle remarks about the power imbalance that remained true between you two until the law keeping you obedient to him was abolished.
When his ultimatium was put onto the table, you'd decided from there on out you'd make a mental note of everything that unleashed the version of Wajid that barked out how you were his and no one elses. Not because you enjoyed it persay, moreso because it was enticing watching him try so hard to convince himself and furthermore get you to agree.
One thing you two shared was your dedication to intention. Everything had a reason, a motive. One that served you and left fuck all to anyone else. Dog eat dog, kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.
So... with all being said, why truly don't you understand why your bent over Wajids desk right now?
"You're mine to protect VP," with another mean thrust, damp skin collides, providing an erotic sound that would be intimate if it weren't for your matched aggression. The growl in his voice is unmistakable and makes you clench around him, bouncing back and meeting his thrust with equal fervor. "Feels like you always forget that, huh? Whisper into the ear of Craig aallll you want, but he's not the one making you cry and cum on his dick. He's not the one who keeps your secret safe."
The unbearable reminder hits your in your core, the feeling only being described as weird as it mixes with the utterly delicious curve of his dick hitting the spot that deduces your brain and core to mush. It feels pornographic, really. Then the words register. Craig?
Thats what this was about. The board meeting. Your mind quickly flashes in and out of the memory. Craig had leaned over, whispered something in your ear that is now unintelligible as Wajid twists his fingers between your hair, the pain and pleasure making you moan.
That was the extent of the memory, and clearly whatever you hadn't remembered from a meaningless encounter clearly stuck with Wajid as he just drives into you over and over again with pure frustration, balls heavy as they slap against your ass.
"Gonna fuck into you so deep you'll feel me forever, won't be able to ever get me out." He grunts, tugging your hair back further and making you arch your back as he attempts to look at the cock-drunk mess you were.
You laugh a tired laugh, the uncomfortable sensation of feeling the tiny dribble of drool run out the side of your lip and down your chin. Not being able to think straight, you dont discern where exactly he is, until you feel his tongue drag along your chin, disgustingly lapping up your drool before he kisses and sucks your lips.
It's gross, really. You'd both came multiple times at this point, cum dripping onto the floor, clothes dishelved, spit and sweat covering both of your bodies and it not even being your own. You were boths wrecks, but too much of wrecks to care what the fuck you looked like.
"This hair -" he manages to growl out, "thought you were all fuckin' cute letting it down for him," his palm meets your ass, making you shriek and whine as you just sat there and took it. "little does he, or anyone, know that you spend most of your nights with this pretty hair being pulled by the man they think you hate."
The design sheets on the table were long forgotten, scattered among you, a few resting under your arms, others on the floor. Sticky champagne on the desk and floor. "You're gonna be here the whole night if I have anything to say about it, sweetheart."
That'd be the first thing he's said in a long time that you believe.
a/n: omg i am so back, btw. it's a bit half-assed, but this is the first thing i've written in months so pls. also new post format ! 𝜗ৎ
well there’s also this! the “adjustments” part is intriguing skjskd
also i’m getting to your ask rn hehe, i have a lot of thoughts i think you’ll appreciate!
7 months ago... it feels like a total rehaul at this point 😭
Heeeeey, that’s my patreon comment 🤣
#knewit
hai cutest girl
ilysm i hope ur okay
Hiiiihiiiii angel!!! I love you most, I’m doing well thank you dearest! I hope you are doing well🫂🤍
you are the most angel baby princess on this planet
real depiction of me when i see you
missing cupcake and warren hours ..
Putting Castin and the Baroness aside for now, I'm still super intrigued with Wajid and VP. This is not a headcanon or request... more like lowkey brainstorming with someone who loves the series just as much!
So, like, I don't honestly see Craig as the overall villain for Wajid/VP series. He is either a Red Herring or an unknown pawn for someone else, some unseen bigger force, you know? This figure could link with Warren/Cupcake series which would then lead to the slaves uprising. But I can't really see that far yet, you know?
What do you think, Addie?
i get soo giddy when you approach me about these kinds of things, lady! analysis is my preferred niche.
regarding the connection to warren and cupcake, i feel that there was a lot of conversation in the beginning of his second chapter that we should further analyze, because truthfully it gave a lot of insight into how cupcake's speech to the council was recieved. to quote, the head councilman says that she had rustled the feathers among the more senior nobility. it's either a technicality, or an implication that there are a select group of people that agree with cupcakes ideology.
to further that point, quite obviously, her speech made waves across steelgate considering that one of the key issues in wajid's storyline, is that slave uprisings are becoming increasingly more common to the point that labor has become more expensive. wajid also references "rebellion craziness" when explaining his backstory.
i justs merely find this interesting because it gives some insight as to whats going on in steelgate and where warren and cupcake could potentially be. it's not like they can leave.
now, craig. craig to me honestly seems like your average misogynistic corporate executive (from experience lmfao). your theory about him being somewhat of a pawn intrigues me! there could inherently be something deeper there that we've yet to see. from a buisness perspective, i definitely felt a bit... perplexed on the lack of description from...lady mia, i believe, on the "venture". either way, craig is obviously pretty into her, but i'll try to not read into that too much because it seems common for vp to have people fawning over her sdjfksjdf. him also being adamant about betraying wajid, while i agree buisness is buisness, could also be some kind of envy or resentment. he said earlier in the story that he was a nightmare to work with in college.
i actually have a lot of thoughts regarding desmonds characters pyschology, especially warren & castin, but thats neither here nor there. i hope i answered in a way that makes sense! and thank you, hehe. i absolutely love these types of questions.
i have a crush on empress mila
i gotta stop relistening to warrens series cause it makes me miss it even more
Oh wait, it's not a request btw sjsnsmsms im just horny... AGAIN
NAH
YOU CANT TAKE IT BACK NOW
GOOD LUCK
Addie, addie, Addie!
VP be purposely making Wajid jealous the whole week; wearing the kind of clothes that she knows he likes, putting her hair down instead of the usual bun or ponytail, TALKING TO MEN THAT HE HAS BEEF WITH SJDDKDJJDKDD
I pray for her puh 🙏
oh my god never in my year and a half of knowing you would i ever think you would use the word “puh” i am fucking crying laughing
with that said i am now picking up the pen. thank you for your service. wajid and vp not ready for me
hai
you’re cared for and adored mwah
Hello! You are very much loved and missed too! 😘
cutie ms. monotone
vp giving wajid aphrodisiacs as a joke early on, quipping with a sly smile that it's for, "when you can't get it up, which i'd assume is often considering how fucking grumpy you are all of the time". a joke. a harmless, pride-bruising joke.
in a perfect world, when they're finally together, he actually USES them with vp’s knowledge.
#thinking #writingtoo
no u don't understand, wajid and vp absolutely NEED to be together because that keeps BOTH of them off the street & prevents an increase in profit for local therapists from treating their future victims.
