Nobody Asked But I Still Feel Like Sharing.

Nobody asked but I still feel like sharing. 😌

Anne is surprisingly sexually inexperienced, which is a fucking delight to write! Real change of pace for me. Now, don’t get it twisted—she’s not a virgin. She’s just had less sexual experience than one might expect out of a pirate, particularly one with her reputation. (Like much of the rest of this blog, that’s the whole damn point!)

TL;DR?: Anne has very little experience but she’s very good at oral.

cw for Anne’s abusive marriages below

it’s not detailed but it’s still not pretty and i’d rather not trigger anyone with my dumb thoughts lol

Most of Anne’s inexperience can actually be directly traced back to her first marriage. Friendly reminder that she was sixteen (in my canon) when she married James. She’d had one lover before him; it ended badly the same night it started. Then there was James, a relationship that slowly twisted and soured into a very similar shape with a remarkably similar ending. I won’t go into all the sordid details, but a year or so into their marriage, Anne learned something: James didn’t care if she got hers or not. That made two of two people she’d slept with that didn’t care, one of which was also horrifically abusive. She learned fast that if she got James off, he didn’t care what happened next. So Anne got very, very good at giving oral. It was the fastest way she learned to get James off and off her back.

To no one’s surprise but Anne’s, her next lover was similarly inattentive to her needs. Two’s coincidence, but three’s a pattern—Anne, at age nineteen, came to assume sex really was just a chore of the marital bed. (There’s a reason it was referred to as a “duty,” she assumed, and now’s when I remind you this was a common line of thought among women at the time.) She started to assume sex and everything that came with it was just more of nature being a bitch to women: they cramp and bleed once a month if they’re not pregnant, eventually the cramping stops and hot flashes set in, and sometimes they become unbearably horny with no satisfying way to take care of the issue. To the point where, while married to Jack, she began to assume arousal was like some kind of bodily signal that she needed to seek him out and so often did.

Now, this isn’t all to say that Anne’s never gotten off. Fear not! She just…hasn’t gotten off with a partner. A little while into her marriage to Jack, he started snubbing her advances. One night Anne was frustrated by it all and decided to make the arousal go away by mimicking intercourse. She just hoped it would be enough to loan her some peace, but in the process she ended up discovering a few things about herself. Like her clit. And that she can enjoy sexual contact past vicarious enjoyment through her partner, under the right circumstances. The next time she slept with Jack, when he was done and she…wasn’t, she finished herself off. That was one of the last times she slept with Jack.

I owe about 11 responses (4 kiss asks, 4 tarot starters, 3 assorted replies). Thanks guys!!!

E2A: These are being queued btw

astarion is 5’9, a short king if u will

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Except I prefer this site.

He’s a short something alright.

Stolen from the dash

Anne clocks the green and grins to see it. God less Adelé—she gets it. And Anne’ll get it, too, soon as these fuckers are gone.

She slaps a hand on the bar top and uses it to abruptly push out her barstool. The noise catches the attention of the lingering bar flies, turning their dull gazes onto the just-over-six-foot redhead in the leather jacket. They wouldn’t normally have cared…and if Anne hadn’t tossed a guy into the streets one-handed earlier, she doubts she would have, either. But she’s in a foul mood and most of the drunks watched her do it. They hurry to the bar to close out tabs while Anne stretches, drops Adelé a wink, and meanders to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

Getting high in the early morning hours sounds great; going back to crash in Read’s couch for another sleepless night does not. She barely even recognizes the woman in the spotty bathroom mirror, dark bags and the remains of yesterday’s eyeliner under her eyes. She looks rough. Feels rough. Is rough, but this of a different kind. Exhaustion.

The bar’s pretty well cleared by the time she renters it.

“Bum me a beer and I’ll help ye clean.”

@neverhangd said : i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid. to Adelé

IT IS A THREAT SHE HAS HEARD often enough for it to follow her into her dreams. Broken glass and suspicious white contents left in bathroom stalls mean little to her after all these years. Even when she would much rather prefer life without the cleanup. Loud music is the score on which she nearly dances behind the bar ; A BASEBALL BAT KEPT NEXT TO TOWELS DRENCHED IN BEER and a bag containing weed resting between the clean glasses. For later, she tells herself when she pulls it out to show Anne as an unspoken promise.

She likes the other woman, likes her even more when she gets to spend the early morning hours stoned out of her mind bitching at her after the daily cleanup. ❝ As long as you don't throw up like a fucking cunt, you're welcome to get high with me once these fucking losers leave. ❞

Amphitrite is 5'7" hehehe - songsofdivinity

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And this is why I love Amazon Anne! Friendly reminder that she is currently scared shitless of the tiny woman to her left.