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b1ueoff1ine · 1 year

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any smut scenario with Loki? I'm feeling horny for him

The Bar

Loki x Reader

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you have some angry sex on the stairs.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT WARNING! MINORS DNI! p in v sex. unprotected sex. angry sex. curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: my first smut fic! give me some hype!

WC: roughly 900 words

Loki slammed the door to your shared two story home, kicking off his shoes.

You removed your own shoes, tossing them in the corner.

"How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from that fucking bar? And every single time, you dont fucking listen!" Your husband sneered.

"Relax! Okay, I was drunk as fuck. You cant fucking blame me for that!"

"You were sober fucking before that! And to find you kissing Thor, no less! That bafoon better stay away from my damn wife!" Loki replied, his tone sharp. "You are mine! Not my brothers, not some drunk fool's!"

You were fuming. "My life is mine! You cant control everything fucking I do! I can go to that damn bar whenever I want!"

"No! I have told you over and over that bar is dangerous for drop-dead gorgeous women like you!"

"Flattery wont work on me now, Loki. Besides, it was only Thor!"

"It was only Thor? It was only Thor! You don't understand! He is my brother. Not some hot guy you can ditch me for!"

You glared at him. "I dont care! It's my life!" You sneered back.

The two of you glared at eachother for a few minutes, the tension rising at a rapid rate.

Then when the tension reached its peak, the two of you lunged at eachother, ripping at each other's clothes.

Loki had you pinned to the stairs in seconds, your jeans already completely off your legs. He let you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, enough to reveal his hard cock. He ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric.

He automatically started thrusting into you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher as the seconds ticked by. You moaned as his shaft reached places it never had before.

"Looooookiiiiii-" you moaned.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." He cut you off as he thrusted deeper into you. His cock was massive, and it filled you up completely.

But you were nearing your climax. He just felt too good inside of you. You moaned louder as you neared your climax. You knew he wouldn't let you come until you had been fucked to overstimulation.

Your walls clenched around him and he thrusted faster.

Hearing her moan his name was a relief to Loki. To him, it showed him that she really was his, and not his brother's.

"Ah- that's the spot- keep going... faster- harder!" She moaned under him, a clear sign she was enjoying being fucked.

He obeyed her commands, thrusting his cock into her harder and faster.

Then when she begged to let her come, he wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her.

"You come when I say you can, naughty bitch."

"Please, Loki, please! I'll be good! I promise!" She whined.

Damn. She just looks so pretty under me. Loki thought. You know what? I need to show her she is mine.

So Loki fucked her and fucked her into overstimulation. Then he came. He spurted, his seed entering his wife, his thrusts becoming slow and faulty.

You came when he did, yours and his juices mixing within you.

His thrusts were no longer faulty, but soft and slow, letting you ride out the orgasm.

You both felt sorry for the words you had said. All you had needed was some sex on the stairs to make things right...

"I'm sorry-" you said at the same time, then you giggled and he laughed.

"Sorry I said what I had said. I love you, but you are my wife. Not my brother's."

"Its fine- I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone to that bar, and, to be honest, I knew what would happen if I did."

"Then why did you?" He sounded curious, but there was a hint of anger still in his voice.

"I guess I wanted to get drunk? To see my friends? I dont even know anymore..." Your voice was soft yet self-inquiring. "But I will never, ever, go to that bar again. And I will not speak to Thor off duty- unless needed."

"Good." He removed his shaft, enclosing it in his boxers. "Now dear, get your clothes on. We have company coming some time in the next half hour."

"Got it." You replied, climbing up off the stairs, heading to your room and to your shared dresser.

Loki followed.

You grabbed a new pair of panties- since Loki tore the first one. You slid your panties on, then moved to your jeans.

Loki watched as you snaked your legs through the jeans. You could feel the blaze of his eyes on you, raking across your figure.

Not even five minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find the company you had been expecting: your parents who absolutely despised Loki.

If they found out about what had just occurred, they would surely never want to see you again.

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qwerty-between-the-lines · 7 months

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In a sense, Nico hated visiting Elysium. It reminded him a little too much of an upscale gated community.

The houses were all like manors with perfectly manicured green lawns and all kinds of outdoor decor.

He didn't even know where Luke lived, and that was assuming Luke hadn't chosen to be reborn. He figured he'd narrow it down by looking for houses that indicated a son of Hermes might live there.

He and Will spent about half a day by his reckoning, walking the streets of Elysium, and only one house had caught his eye.

He was looking at it. A two-story red brick house with a statue of Hermes on the front lawn.

As he approached, he saw that the front door had a caduceus knocker. He knocked and hoped that this was Luke's place.

The door opened and there he was. Luke glanced at Nico curiously, before his gaze shifted to Will.

"Ah, hello Solace," Luke greeted.

"Luke," Will acknowledged in a reserved tone of voice.

"Guess I deserve that," Luke remarked in response to Will's attitude. "...and you're Nico, right?"

"Good of you to remember," Nico said. "I'll get straight to it. Your dad sent me. He wants me to get you out of the underworld."

Luke's eyes widened in surprise.

"Can you actually do that?"

"I'm a son of Hades," Nico explained. "I can get you out IF my dad doesn't notice what I'm doing. If you want to come, it had better be quickly. The furies haven't noticed my presence YET."

Luke looked a little reluctant.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "On one hand, I'd hate jeopardize what I have here if I go back upstairs and mess up. On the other hand, I'd love to see everyone again and start over."

"You need to decide quickly," Nico urged. "I'll get in big trouble if anyone suspects what I'm doing here. I'll just say that I'm sure Annabeth would be happy to see you."

"Aw geez," Luke sighed. "You had to mention Annabeth. Well, how could I say no?"

"You really do care about her," Will observed.

"Of course, I care about her. She and Thalia are the only ones I cared about after joining Kronos. Annabeth gave me the courage to make the sacrifice."

"As nice as that is and all," Nico said impatiently, "...we really need to get out of here."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Luke decided. "Lead the way, son of Hades."

Nico nodded and walked over to Luke's fireplace. He muttered some strange, unrecognized words and flung out his hand.

He did this a few times until something must have happened.

"This way," Nico said, getting down on his hands and knees. "I can't take you the usual ways, so I made a doorway. It'll take a lot of my power to maintain, so the faster we can get out, the better."

Will would never suggest that Nico shadow travel, and Luke didn't suggest it.

Nico couldn't have if he'd wanted to. His dad or the furies might notice if someone shadow traveled in their realm.

"Oh," Nico said suddenly. "That reminds me. You've eaten the food of the underworld."

Nico pushed a couple of pomegranate seeds into Luke's hand.

"One now," Nico instructed. "One tomorrow. After that, we'll see."

Luke nodded and crushed one of the seeds between his teeth. They crawled onward for what might have been an hour, or several hours.

Luke felt his knees starting to protest. His legs were cramping. He hoped this wouldn't take much longer.

After what might have been an hour, they reached a dead end. Nico pushed at the wall, and it swung inwards as easily as a door.

Luke looked around at the bedroom they'd come out in. His eyes widened with conflicted agony.

"Oh no," Luke choked on a sob. "Not here. I can't face her. Please. Somewhere else."

"It can't be somewhere else," Nico said. "This is where the doorway ends. Probably because you have a strong emotional connection to this place."

Luke's heart fell as he heard shuffling downstairs. He sighed, knowing he'd have to face her sooner or later.

-To be continued?-

#percy jackson #text post #headcanon #books #movies #demigods #gods #hades #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #luke castellan #annabeth chase #may castellan

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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Just to kiss me (Part 5)

pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

(AO3 mirror)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part 4, My Hunger Games Masterlist

summary: Life goes on. You get a message from Finnick.

warnings: some light angst, but other than that, none.

required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross <;3

a/n: ....I'm gonna stop making promises I can't keep lmfao. It's exam szn rn and uni wants me dead tbh. But I promise I'll finish this fic if it kills me sooo… enjoy!

taglist (comment if you'd like to be added <3): @agent-grey-fics, @starhastoomanyfandoms

wc: 3.8k

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You look perfect, you look different

I don't wonder about your indifference

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You arrive to a quiet house.

Not that it was out of the ordinary. Whilst you weren’t the type to party from dusk till dawn, arriving home after a late day at work, or a night in with Vonnie, was fairly by-the-by. You liked the routine: kicking on your slippers and closing the front door with a quiet click . Your mother, of course, nowhere to be seen. Not that you’d complain.

This morning, however, feels different. Your body burns with the aftermath of the night before; and you practically float into the house. Your heart is heavy with what’s left after Finnick’s touch - you can’t forget him whether you wanted to or not. And you didn’t want to forget, the last couple hours on replay during the journey. You feel like a teenager again - giddy with the thought of seeing him again. You had given Finnick your number, as promised. Waiting for the buzz of the comms on your wrist would be agony, you’re sure of it.

You pad through your house absentmindedly. Past the grand double staircase, through the pristine rugs and floors of a parlour not oft used, and into the kitchen. You place the bag Finnick gave you on its floor, rummaging through the cupboards. Murmurs from your mother’s office, a room just beyond the parlour, break the spell. It stops you in your tracks: the distorted mumble behind the door. Your mother’s voice is distinct but you can’t hear what she’s saying. Is there someone else? Yes, you think, a man. There’s rustling, the swish of people standing up and then you hear it: a gravelly voice.

Plutarch Heavensbee - Uncle Heavensbee - opens the door and you duck behind the counter, just in time. Your mother follows close behind him. There’s no predicting what your mother would say if she saw you like this - clearly in someone else's clothes after an eventful night.

“...and we need to move faster than anticipated.” Plutarch says. Your mother shuts the door to her office and shakes her head, seemingly frustrated.

“You know that’s not up to me.” She chews her lip - like you do when you think. “I’ve moved up the dinner, putting as many resources as I can afford into the campaign. I’ve been forced to recruit an idiot from Snow’s court, for God’s sake. I’m going as fast as I-”

“-Snow’s court?” He interrupts. “You don’t mean…?”

She brings a hand up to pause the white haired man. “...I know what it sounds like. You need to trust me.”

He nods. “I have my reservations, but I suppose-”

“We don’t have a choice.” She slaps a hand on his back, good-naturedly, and you almost keel over from your vantage point. She laughs - a genuine, hearty laugh - in the white and bronze of walls dripping in paintings. She walks him towards the door. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, old friend.”

“If anyone could do it, it’s you; Arachne.” He nods, warmly. They move out of earshot. In the distance, you hear the click of the door.

You flop against the cool counter’s side, in relief. You know better than to internalise her words, curious; but knowing better than to pry. It had become second nature: flattening, playing the fool, turning a blind eye. Better blissfully unaware than dead.

You brush yourself off, rummaging through drawers yet again. You look for something, stashed in the crevice of a drawer long ago. When you find it, you almost leap for joy - the silvered charm of a necklace heaped against the side. You clutch it in your palm and its stings, bittersweet.

~~~

You wait for a while, locked up in your room for the rest of the day. You’re restless; bouncing on the walls as you desperately try to fill the time. At first, it was the paperwork piled high on your desk - work you’d been putting off for a couple of weeks now. Steadily, you chip away at the files.

Trawling through them like the net of a fishing boat - some of it was for your own personal project, the rest were pages and pages of notes needing to be processed and uploaded. Your job was hardly exciting; preening in front of a desk for 8 hours. But, it was a job done all your own. It was the one thing you and your mother had agreed on fresh from the Academy - that you’d make your own way. Top marks, an early graduate, a brilliant academic record: you’d turned down other offers in lieu of a stunning career as a… glorified secretary. Not quite the plan, but it would do for now.

A buzz comes and you leap towards the comms long placed on your desk, out of sight. You shift in your seat to adjust your hair. If Finnick calls now, you want to look like you’ve slept a full 8 hours. Fumbling, you accept the call.

Vonnie’s face materialises on the desk in front of you. She's outside; an obnoxious hat flopping in front of her face. You recognise her background: the manicured back deck of Vonnie’s home and the buzz of her younger siblings clattering through rosebeds.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how hungover are you?” You groan at her glee. “1 being fresh as a field of daisies, and 10 being doubled over, shitfaced-”

“I heard you the first time, Von. I’m choosing to ignore it.”

She laughs, flashing pearly white teeth. Something mischievous brewing behind her smile, your sure of it.

“How was last night, then?”

You pick at the pens on your desk. “Nothing special, I suppose.”

“...Is that all you’re gonna give me?” She’s exasperated at your nonchalance. “I’ve seen the videos! I want to know everything - who was there…”

“It was a masquerade-”

“What everyone was wearing…”

“I don’t know all the designers like you do-”

“The guy you spent the night with…”

That one catches you off guard. “T-That’s not… there wasn’t a guy … Von, c’mon-”

She tilts her head and gives you a look that says you should know better. You’d known one another for more than a decade and she can read you like a book: your facade was paper-thin and peeling, frankly. “Then where were you this morning?”

Fuck.

“I called, and no-one answered. You always answer.”

“I was… asleep?” You offer. She rolls her eyes.

“...and I’m best friends with Finnick Odair.”

You splutter. “It doesn’t… it’s not like that.”

Vonnie almost leaps out of her chair. “But something happened? There’s someone you’ve got your eye on?”

“...maybe.”

She whoops and hollers so hard it makes you laugh. She’s up on her feet, dancing on the concrete, pulling one of her brothers to join her. Their joy is infectious - melodious giggles ringing around your own room. It’s like an old nursery rhyme: some-one’s-got-a-booy-friend, some-one’s-got-a-boooy-fr-

“It’s a dream come true! God, you’ve mean-mugged every single eligible bachelor this side of Panem,” The gap-toothed giggle of her brother comes through the call and she darts out of frame.

“That’s unfair…”

“ Shut it, Val, or I’ll tell Dad you’ve been eating his-” There’s rustling on the other side as she pops back into view, flushed and panting. “D’you remember the guy you humiliated in Upper 6th?”

“He was a prick!”

“He was flirting ! That’s what people do, nowadays - they flirt.”

The Incident, as you’ve come to know it, happened a couple years ago. You were both in your last year of school, invited to your very first houseparty. Well, Vonnie had been invited - easygoing and friendly. You were like her shadow even then - sticking close to her in the pulse and thrum of the sprawling grounds. Too much money and time, you’d thought, dressed quite plainly in comparison to everyone else. Eventhough she had talked you through it on the pod there - who to look for, how to make small talk, the best places to avoid Jupe and his boneheaded antics. And it was going well, at first - you ate and laughed and drank - feeling like a normal teenager for the first time in years. Like people enjoyed your presence and didn’t shirk at you like they would in class. Like most things, the reality was much more mundane. It wasn't cruel, cold-hearted malice. They simply hadn’t noticed you were there.

Back then, in the kitchen of your classmate’s house; someone had pulled you to the side. Confident and sidling up to you with a glass of something in his hand. He stinks with the air of entitlement, the first son of such-and-such: attractive, sure, but not enough to warrant the reaction from Vonnie across the room, you think. You can barely remember the conversation; something about how good we’d look together and a clammy hand kneading at your thigh. The rest was a blur: a sharp right hook, and he’s on the floor clutching a bloody nose. You don’t regret it, honestly. You do regret the storm stoked by his asshole father, however.

“Did your mystery guy flirt? No, no. Not your MO. I bet he’s funny. Smart. He probably said something snarky and you fell head over heels for him.”

“Von-”

“You two, in the corner, whispering about how much everyone sucks, I suppose. Have you replaced me? Found someone else to talk shit with-”

“Vonnie!” She stops, eyes wide and innocent through the screen.

“If you want to shut me up, you need to give me something. Or I’ll keep going - and you know I can talk for the houses,” She threatens.

“We’re just friends, right now. I-I think.”

“...you think?”

“He’s funny, of course he is. And kind. Perceptive, as well. I like being around him.”

She swoons, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in faux shock. “You like him. In all my years …you like him.”

You groan again, head in your hands.

It’s nice, like this. Laughing with Vonnie about boys again. Like the last 24 hours were the plot of some soap you’d watch on the network when you were younger. She has a knack for this sort of thing; putting you at ease.

~~~

The first message from Finnick comes at work. You spend the first half of the day convincing yourself it doesn’t bother you; that you’re not at the beck and call of the chime of your comms. Not that you had many suitors vying for your attention, but there had been a few too many false alarms you'd jumped at.

You're dropped off at Hadrian's offices; buzzed into the building by the Peacekeepers keeping guard by its entrance.

"Mornin' Miss." You're greeted as you step through the doors, handing your keycard through the gaps of the glass by a desk.

"Good morning, Dill." You nod as they scan it through. Dill, beaming in a crisp grey jumpsuit (standard issue), was the first person you met when you started the job 6 months ago. They were the closest thing you had to a friend in here - warm and kind as they took you around the office. You were quick on your feet but the unexpectedly fast-paced nature of the council had caused you to stumble, at first.

"Didn't realise you were at the party."

You shrug.

"I saw the pictures. How'd you get in?"

"Hadrian invited me personally."

Handing back your pass, they snigger at your theatrics. "Must've lost my invite, then."

"Such a shame, Dill. You missed quite the party." Laughing over your shoulder, you tap your nose as you walk away.

Your cubicle is simple, stationed at the mouth of Hadrian's personal chambers. He wasn't here yet, of course; oft preferring a 'graduated start to the day' . The speech he gave you on your first day sounded just as ridiculous as it did in the subsequent months: nattering on about responsibility and duty whilst he twiddled his thumbs for the best part of a couple hours. On the other hand, you were privy to his every move: every meeting, every phone call. On paper, you were responsible for data processing and handling: intending to overhaul his systems and software, like you had gone to the Academy for. In reality, you waited on his every whim and whine. A glorified secretary with the meagre wage to match.

You were one of the lucky ones. As District 2's overseer, Councillor Hadrian had the workforce to match - most employed as security, button-pushers, or data entry. The man himself had the temperament of a spoiled cat, fancying himself a general, a commander, Snow's right hand man. A fool failing upwards, you thought.

You perch at your desk, adjusting the tight collar at your neck. Your employer had strict standards and you were dressed as such: grey pencil skirt down past your knees, a starchy blouse with a straight collar and modestly heeled pumps. You itch at your stockings and stew at the screen, tapping away.

When a buzz comes at your wrist you don't think anything of it. It's probably Vonnie, with a message about her dress; or your mother, stark and cryptid about her whereabouts. Another buzz comes. And another. And another. You tap at your comms and almost jump at messages.

From: unknown

hey!

From: unknown

think u forgot to return my sweater :p

From: unknown

this is finnick btw

From: unknown

not some creep or anything

Sent: You

You probably should have opened with that :)

From: unknown

probably

From: unknown

what r u doing rn?

Sent: You

I'm at work, haha.

From: unknown

the fancy office one, then

From: unknown

shit. is this a bad time?

It makes you giggle, imagining Finnick on his comms somewhere. You can hear it in his voice: teasing, lilting. You peep out from your desk, hands darting to respond.

Sent: You

I’m doing a whole lot of nothing right now.

Sent: You

So no, not really.

From: unknown

slacking already…its pretty early, no?

Sent: You

It’s mostly fine…

From: unknown

mostly?

Sent: You

Nothing’s exploded just yet.

There’s a rapping on the floor from the corridor over, which makes your head snap up. Hadrian, sharp and lithe, grey donned chin first into the room. You tuck away your comms, scrambling for his itinerary on the pad in front of you. He knocks on the lip of your desk.

“Anybody home?” His face curls into a grin: oozing pomp and ego.

You force a smile, its edges terse and tight. You stand, tapping at the screen that's made its home in the crook of your elbow. “You’ve got a meeting this morning about arrangements for this years’ reaping, I’ve got the minutes for your call with Elland and-”

He gives you a wave as he makes towards his office. “I need you to push it back a couple of hours, I’ve got other… uh… business to attend to. And I needed those minutes yesterday, the situation’s changed: we need to double peacekeeper presence in 8-”

“With what money?” You scoff. He pauses, hand wavering over the handle of an ornate wooden door. It’s heavy, and takes up the span of half the room - gilded and embossed with glossy script. He cranes his head towards you like you’ve asked him to compete in the games, instead.

“With t-the… we can find money. Move things around.” He strides through the doors into a plush office. "It's what I pay you for. And I expect a revised budget by the end of the day."

He closes the door in your face and you scowl at the wood. Your skin crawls with the thought of the minutes you'd have to rewrite, the hours you'd need to spend sifting through the accounts. Move things around? On whose authority? The new budget would have to be approved by Snow, and there'd be questions, not to mention the tight turnaround-

With a deep sigh, you take a breath and unclench your jaw. You take a seat at your desk: Finnick's last message blaring at the band of your comms.

From: unknown

famous last words, love

~~~

It sets the tone for the rest of the day, you think. You barely get a minute to yourself, putting out fires left and right. There's a stack of paperwork on your desk that grows and grows in your absence; it peers at you like a small mountain whenever you walk past, guilty.

You send Finnick small messages here and there; the broken bits of a conversation spread between any spare moment. That ends up being a handful of times within a couple of hours; even less as you rush to finish a budget plan you've been expected to pull out of your ass. He makes you laugh. Between the haze of exhaustion and anger you find yourself wandering in and out of; it's a much needed break from your own head. He stops you from clattering about like the tinny ricochet of a pinball. You're convinced; if you shook your head around, it would rattle.

But Finnick is there, grounded and steady, to stop you from floating away.

You don't expect it, when it comes. Later at night, after you've rubbed your sore feet and propped them up in the comfort of your own home. Swallowed by blankets and the comforter; plush and warm and swaddled like a newborn. Almost dozing off as you hear the dull buzz of your comms. A call. From Finnick.

You don't hesitate to accept. It's voice only, and he speaks clear and calm between the walls of your bedroom.

"Hey,"

"Hi." Your own voice is heavy with sleep, but it feels good to hear him.

"This isn't a bad time, I hope? I know you were busy with work and everything-"

"God, no. Like I said before, a whole lot of nothing."

"Good." He sighs. "I-I mean not good , per se, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk or-"

You scrunch your brow. He can't see you of course, but the way he's stumbling with his words, it's almost like he's… "Are you nervous, Finnick?"

"No." A pause. "Maybe… a little. Just a bit."

You giggle. "Why? I don't bite."

"...this isn't weird? Not too much, too soon?"

"I don't know what it's like where you're from. But around here, if you can believe it, friends call each other. They catch up over the phone. It's allowed." You say.

"Fuck, okay. Okay," You might be going crazy, but you think you can hear him smile. "Then, as your friend, I don't believe you. For the record."

"What did I say?" You laugh.

"That you did nothing all day. Don't believe it."

"Slanderous accusations, Mr Odair. Where's your proof?"

"Well… the first is that you barely responded to me all day-"

"Maybe you were boring me, Finn."

"Highly unlikely." He waves it off. "I was doing all the work, by the way: riveting conversation - provoking, really trying to make you think -"

"With such stunners as: 'Did you miss me yesterday?' and 'I'm so hungry I could eat a horse' -"

"-absolutely gripping stuff, like I said. But that's not the point. The point is that you gave me nothing to work with. One word answers: brief, snarky - quite discouraging, honestly. And the only possible explanation is…"

"...is?"

"You were swamped at work." He seems pleased with his conclusion. "Up to your neck in paperwork, probably, putting out fires left and right. And, stop me if I'm wrong, left to clean up Hadrian's mess-"

"-that's all?"

"Of course not. My second piece of evidence, ladies and gentleman, is: Hadrian's a prick. A self-righteous, pompous fuck who doesn't know up from down. There's no way he's got someone a-as competent and brilliant as you are, and not putting you to work."

You hum into your blankets, feeling your face flood with warmth.

"And taking you for granted, stealing your ideas, etcetera, etcetera…"

"...but that's more implied." You finish for him.

"Exactly. The third thing, the really important third thing, is… that you sound… tired."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "I sound tired?"

"I've got a hunch." He sounds more sincere. "You okay?"

His gentleness catches you off guard. You're stumbling over your own words when you finally manage: "Y-Yeah. Just had a long day, s'all."

"You can talk about it, if you need to let off some steam."

"Not… not today. But thank you." You sink deeper into the covers. "What did you get up to, then?"

"Not… much."

You squint. "Don't believe you."

"Wasn't very eventful, I promise." He clicks his tongue absentmindedly. "I just helped out Mags, not much else. "

"Mags?" It sounds familiar, but you can't quite place the name.

"She's, w-well, she was my mentor." In the games was silent, implied. "We went over strategies and then I helped move some furniture. Fixing things up, doing what needed doing."

He didn't know where to put his hands all day. Restless, unable to keep still.

"Like what?"

"It's boring stuff, you don't want to hear it - trust me."

"Don't be stupid, I'm curious. Didn't take you for a handyman."

"Haha. It wasn't like that, anyway. She had these rips in her curtains, made from a while back. I spent most of my afternoon sewing them back together."

"...you can sew?"

"Of course I can sew. Needlework, crochet, knitting. It's like tying a knot on a fishing hook; or making nets."

It's like breathing, you're sure of it. As simple as walking up and down stairs for him. Skills that stay with him well into adulthood; that outlines every step even this far from the sea. Rich with community and stories, and you envy him. In your house with stark white walls, you envy him.

"I'm not really good with my hands - can't sew or anything to save my life."

"I could teach you."

"....really?"

"Only if you want. But we'd start off slow; maybe some knots first, and then simple weaving patterns," You can hear the gears turn in his head. He's completely serious and the thought makes you dizzy, for some reason.

"You don't have to, you know." You say, quietly.

"I want to. It'll be fun, give me something to do instead of sitting around all day."

"Fun? That's one way to phrase a couple of hours with me." You laugh.

"What does that mean?" His tone makes your voice die in your throat.

"Just," you chew your lip. "A joke, mostly. I know I'm not the easiest to be around. So you don't have to… pretend or anything."

He doesn't speak for a bit. You check to see if he's still there, your only indication light breathing in the background.

"I know what it's like to pretend, but this isn't…"

There's rustling, the creak and bustle of something, like he's sitting up.

"Fuck… I wanted to see you again. I want to spend time with you. I mean it."

Soft, you whisper. "Okay."

Shakily, he repeats it: like a chant, a prayer, a spell.

"I mean it ."

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x capitol!reader #finnick x y/n #the hunger games #the hunger games fic #angst #slow burn #Spotify #thg #thg x reader #kat_writes😼#hurt/comfort

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rottenmemes · 24 days

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the front bottoms—various lyrics sentence starters.

some lines adjusted to fit; feel free to change pronouns, proper nouns, etc. as needed

am i getting into heaven? there’s no fucking way.

i would sleep better on your floor than i ever would in my bed.

learn to accept that the things we have now are the best we've had yet.

your friends are here and they miss you, but they’ll eventually move on.

i will always think about you, ‘cause you remind me of who i am.

i’ve tried and i gave everything i had, but i just gave up.

what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now.

it's okay to give up, 'cause nobody here could care less.

time is running out and i need to choose, the clock is moving faster than it used to.

they say face your fears, but i can't stop running.

i'm scared i'm gonna die as lonely as i feel.

it's okay if you're unhappy—just take a look around. there's no one here that's happy either.

the only thing that'd shut me up now is your hands around my throat.

if i tell you all my secrets, would you tell me all your lies?

i have stitched a mask of confidence and i wear it like a glove.

no one's going to listen ‘til you mean every word you say, so if you can't find the feeling, you better learn to lie—and if you know we're gonna fail, then there's little point to try.

i can't get what i need, and you're all i need.

there are certain things you ask of me, but there are certain things i lack.

you say i'm changing—sorry, i didn't know i had to stay the same.

i think you're changing, but don't worry—you don't have to stay the same.

i shouldn't feel like i have to protect you.

at my funeral, don't lie. tell them i didn’t want to die.

i understand that everybody's got their problems, but you seem to have a little more than anybody.

there are things i think we'll come to regret, and the majority of them are dealing with me.

i used to love the taste, i'd do anything for it—now i'd do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.

what about your friends? don't you love them enough to stay?

it probably won't get easier, just easier to hide—prepare for an aching the rest of your life.

i have this dream that i am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help—and maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself.

i believe that, yeah, maybe no one's perfect—but i believe that you're pushing your luck.

there's no doubt in my mind that if you could, then you would try to crack my ribcage open and pull my heart right through.

i've been around long enough now to know that the good things never last.

how low is your self esteem? how low could it possibly be?

i know you're in love with me, and i've been ignoring you.

i’m alone only half of the time, and the other half, i’m only hiding.

i got miles to go 'til i ever get home, but the sound of your laugh and your voice on the phone makes me feel like i’m already there.

hey man, i love you, but no fucking way.

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.

the good thing about this cast is i can still hold a knife, so if you ever twist my arm again, i'll be sure to put up a fight.

the past few months were pretty rough; a couple times i wished we both were dead.

just try to appreciate what you got while you got it, so if it ever goes away, you can say you enjoyed it while it lasted.

i don't regret it—how could i? you were the best i ever had.

i wish i could pretend to be all of the things you think you see in me.

i don’t care if you’re not sorry; i forgive you.

the farther you go from where you start, the harder it is to get back.

just because something burns bright doesn't mean it's gonna burn forever.

don't feel bad for me, because i won't feel bad for you.

when i wake up, i think of you.

it doesn't get worse, and it doesn't get better; you just get old—it lasts forever.

no one saw me the way you did, and no one's seen me that way since.

i know that no news is good news, but that’s always felt backwards.

i’m bound by love, born to obey.

you are the truth i choose to bend myself around.

a long time ago i promised that if you were happy, then i was happy.

don't take it easy on the animal—i am the animal.

sometimes things work out perfectly when there's nothing to lose.

i don't know where i am, but i've been here before.

i'm sorry for your loss, there's not much i can do.

i could see myself dying for you.

we're both trying, you gotta give us that.

why don't you put your boxing gloves on and punch your punching bag, get some of this rage out you have deep inside of you—you’ll feel better, that's the point.

there was resentment built up that was never expressed properly.

you seem to see through whatever it is about me that's trying to be tough.

this is the fear i was born into, it somehow still affects me today.

it may or may not seem like you're leaving me behind, and it may or may not be always on my mind.

i don’t wanna put a curse on myself—i don’t wanna put a curse on you either.

you don't have to try so hard to not see me around.

the more you give, the worse it gets.

i wanna be good to the people that i love—i want them to think of me as someone that they can trust.

i wanna settle down—i want you to settle down with me.

#the front bottoms memes #inbox memes #rp memes #ask memes #roleplay memes #rp starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #rp prompts #roleplay prompts

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bob-artist · 4 months

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Art vs artist 2023!

In terms of comics, this was my most productive year ever, which also meant that in terms of money and social media presence (two things entirely unrelated to each other for me), it was my worst year in recent memory, haha.

That's what happens when 90% of your work is for projects that aren't released yet. (And, income-wise, when you're doing more comics and less product design. But I really needed to make that shift...)

Here's some of what happened in 2023!

I finished 23 pages of DOTU

I finished 26 pages of Into the Smoke

I thumbed/penciled/inked/flatted an additional 45 ITS pages (meaning they're each about 2 hours away from being done)

I scripted chapters 2 and 3 of Into the Smoke (150-200 pages)

I sold a graphic novel to a publisher! 🎉

I scripted 260 pages of that graphic novel

I offloaded a HUGE amount of dead weight from my chest :D

I lost soooooooo much muscle :( (post-op restrictions)

But now I'm finally starting to gain it back!

I had to say goodbye to 3 elderly pets ;_; The worst

Oh and also there was freelance, though I took a lot less this year

Since I've been working on pages assembly-line style, I'm a little annoyed that my "finished" count of total comic pages is only 50 despite having nearly finished 95 pages. But that means that in January or February 2024, I'll get to magically say "I finished 45 full-color, shaded, 600dpi comic pages this month." XD

Part of me is happy with these numbers because they're better than any previous year. But they're also lower than I *want.* I'm at an age now where I'm calculating how many healthy years I have left to make these epic-length comics, and it's... not a great thought. I know that the only way to work faster is to simplify my style or hire help, but I have mixed feelings about both of those things.

Also, as someone who was a prose author first, I'll just always be frustrated by how much slower and more labor intensive comics are for the same amount of story.

I also have to occasionally remind myself that I lost some time this year to pet hospice care, pet grief, and a major surgery...

Also, I'm happy I got so much comics work done, but I'm sad that I didn't write any prose this year. But hopefully now that I'm so far ahead on the *writing* portion of my active comics, I'll have more steam to pick up Merritt's Story book 3 next year...

#art vs artist #artvsartist2023 #art vs artist 2023 #artists on tumblr #dotu #demon of the underground #into the smoke #into the smoke comic

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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Ruthless (Zosan X Reader) P9

Plot: Beast off the walking dead series. After the governor attacks your people you head back to help plan an attack back. Luffy's not happy with being left out so ends up following only to end up at the governors town.

Warning: Making out, Violence, bad language and medical stuff.

Reader is a gunslinger of the crew and the younger sibling to Rick. This isn't accurate to the show but it does contain characters and plot lines, deaths have been added that aren't apart of the show. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, Established relationship, Reader is GN.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - P10 - P11

Day 10

You swing your legs over the bed and moves to the edge your feet touching the floor "Ok now take it easy" Rick holds under your right arm while Zoro holds under your left, Sanji stands in front of you while Chopper stands next to him watching your every move "If it hurts don't push it" Chopper gulps as you push up managing to stand up off the bed, it hurt a little but you managed to do it only for your bitten leg to give out "It's ok we got you, sit back down" Zoro holds you along with Rick trying to steady you "No i got, i got" you groan standing back up and regaining your balance "See, i'm good" you smile at the two. Chopper walks over and looks at your injured leg, there's no bleeding so you didn't pull anything "You ok?" The doctor asks putting his paw in your leg "I'm fine, i'm just not used to the feeling yet" the bite was deep and you'll most likely have a permanent bit mark but you know now how not to stand on it. "Told you not to get bit" Zoro glares as your turn to look at him "And i told you to follow Daryl. Two can play at that game sir" You shoot back earning a grin, he loves it when you fight back. "Let's try walking, once you get your balance we'll see how you go on your own" Chopper nods walking out the room and holding the sheet open for you. Rick and Zoro help you balance while you walk and it doesn't take you long to stop leaning on them, it doesn't hurt, you just feel stiff form staying in one position for a week. Walking down the medical ward Rick soon lets you go and lets Zoro take over, he knows the man can differently react faster if you fall, so he walks behind you with Sanji.

Chopper smiles seeing you able to walk on your own, your a little wobbly but its good enough for him "It'll be good if you go outside and get some fresh air but someone had to be with you at all times just in case" The doctor nods as Zoro fully lets go walking next to you "Thank gods, i was getting sick of that room" You smile picking up your pace a little feeling more confident "Let's get you back and into something better for outside ok?" Sanji walks over placing his arm around your waist and holding your arm as you turn around and head back to your room. "I'll see you outside" Rick smiles as you stop in front of him "Your doing great" He leans down placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving, he's confident in Zoro and Sanji looking after you. Making it to your room you sit down and let Sanji get out some new cloths for you "I'm going to make some tea and I'll meet you two outside" Sanji smiles placing a kiss on your lips before walking over to Zoro and doing the same "We'll see you out there" Zoro smiles kissing the cook back before letting him go. "Need help?" The swordsman asks but you shake your head "No i got it plus, i have Chopper here" You pat the doctors head making him smile.

Once your dressed you managed to stand up on your own being careful not to do the same thing you did last time that hurt your leg "Your doing so well Y/N" Chopper smiles up at you "It's all thanks to the wonderful doctor chopper" You praise making the Doctor spin a little with glee, he soon shakes it off and walks out the room holding the sheet for you while Zoro offers you his arm to hold onto, you take it but mainly because you want to hold him. The three of you walk down the medical ward and out into the hallway, the sound of people walking around hits your ears but there's also a bit of laughing that sounds very familiar "Luffy?" you ask soon making it to a door way that leads into a cell block where Luffy is playing with a bunch of kids and Nami reading in the corner to a few others "Nami" you smile getting their attention "Y/N, your up" Luffy runs over only for Zoro's hand to stop the captain form running into you "Their still unsteady Luffy" Chopper yells as Nami walks over and hits Luffy on the head for being an idiot "Sorry, the kids make him worse" Nami laughs a little before walking closer and giving you a hug "Its so good to see you" The navigator smiles pulling away "It's good to see you two, i'm glad none of you are hurt and thank you for the gifts" Nami nods and steps back as Zoro puts his hand down.

Luffy steps closer and for the first time lightly hugs you, it surprises you but you gladly hug back a little harder "I mad at your for coming when i said not to but you have been a big help so thank you Captain" your words make Luffy hug you a little tighter but it doesn't hurt, he soon lets go with a big smile "You love your family so why wouldn't we help them, plus this place is fun" Your Captain laughs holding his hat to his head "We're heading outside, we'll see you later Captain" Zoro nods helping you walk away followed by Chopper "I'll tell the others your up, so they know" Nami calls out earning a Thank you form Chopper and you, it would be nice to see the others but you really want to get some fresh air. Chopper pushes the door open letting sunlight in that almost blinds you but you keep going, the cool breeze feeling soothing on your skin and the fresh air hitting your nose. The courtyard is big but now had benches and garden chairs. "Can you make it to the fence, you'll be able to see the garden form there" Chopper asks wanting you to have something to look at that wasn't just building "Yea i can, it'll be nice to see" Zoro helps you walk over, your legs getting a little tired but you push through soon making it close to the open gates.

They help you sit down on a covered garden sofa near the wall, the seats comfy and giving you a nice view of the large grass area surrounded by the now fully mended fence "Where did you get these from?" you ask rubbing your leg a little as Zoro sits next to you "The people form the mall brought them over" You look up seeing Maggie jog over "I can't believe your up already, you look great" the girl smiles as you reach your arms out to her, so she can hug you. She holds you for a little before pulling away "So i hear you've been practicing your cooking skills" You lean back as the girl rubs her arm a little "Yea your boy's a good teacher, you found a good one, proper house wife" She winks with a laugh only for Sanji to come round the corner with a tray of tea "Who's a house wife?" the cook asks making Zoro laugh bending over holding his side while Chopper covers his mouth. Maggie freezes trying to look anywhere but the cook as you laugh at her but you decide to give her mercy since she did help you "Someone she used to know, don't worry honey" Maggie sighs giving you a thankful look "I better get back to it, see you later" the girl backs up before walking off still avoiding looking at Sanji. The cook smiles at her as she leaves before placing the try down on the wooden coffee table in front of you. He hands them out to each of you before sitting down next to Zoro since it's the only free seat.

The garden was really coming along, the dirt looked fresh and the grass looked greener, you could see a bunch of people working on it but Carl, Rick and Glen caught your eye, the three working hard as Maggie came back with another wheelbarrow full of compost. The two rows of gates between the grass area and outside were much better and the main gates to the outside were now two metal doors with an extra set of wire gates behind it for extra safety "I see Franky and Usopp have been busy" sipping on your tea you keep watch as Chopper nods next to you "Yep, they fixed a bunch of stuff" The doctor smiles swinging his legs on the seat "Usopp has just fixed the walk in cooler too" Sanji chimes in leaning into Zoro enjoying the company. It makes you so happy to see this place back to normal and your people happy. Finishing your tea and putting the cup down you lean into Zoro, resting your head on his shoulder and curling up next to him as he kisses your head.

After a while of sitting there Chopper had to leave but told you to stay with someone at all times, you three waves him off before you moved to stand "And where are you going?" Zoro asks wrapping his arm around you "I want to look around" you stand Sanji jumping up to try and help but your up by the time he gets to you "I can stand don't worry" you smile placing a hand on his cheek "But you could escort me around" Sanji sighs at you and lets you take his arm walking with you to farm area with Zoro on your other side who keeps an arm around your waist. The path was easy to walk on but the grass area you had to get used too, Carl looks up form planting seeds and smiles running over to you "Your up, thats great" He stops in front of you not wanting to hug you and make you off balance "You guys have done a great job with this, it looks better than the last farm" you comment as Glen walks over taking his gloves off "Well we have other camps to thank for that, your deals and truces really came in handy" The young man smile giving you a light hug which you gladly return while still holding onto Sanji for balance on the uneven ground. He pulls away and pats your shoulder before going back to work. Carl lightly wraps his arms around your waits as you pat his head "I'm proud of you, you've done really well" you pull him away as you speak making him smile wide at your words.

Zoro and Sanji helped you walk around the area before going back to sit on the garden chair, the walk tired your legs out so you were glad to have a rest. "There we go love" Sanji helps you sit down along with Zoro before sitting either side of you "Thanks boys" You lean over placing a kiss on the cooks cheek who leans into it with a smile. Zoro sits with his back to the arm of the chair and pulls you into him so your back is too his chest and his legs are either side of you "You want to take a nap with me?" He asks kissing your neck while Sanji pulls your legs over his and massages them, you hum in delight and nod slightly leaning your head back on his shoulder as he kisses up your neck to your ear "I got you baby" His voice is soothing as you close your eyes "I'll wake you for dinner if sleep that long mi amour" Sanji smiles rubbing your legs as watching you fall asleep soon followed by Zoro.

You wake up a few hours later to talking, cracking your eyes open you smile seeing Usopp and Franky talking with Sanji. Usopp spots your awake and smiles at you "Hay, sleepy head" The sniper steps closer patting your head "Sorry we didn't mean to wake you" Franky looks over as you sit up away from Zoro's chest "You didn't, don't worry" you look down realizing there's now a blanket on you "Robin came by before thought you would need it" Sanji smiles as he helps you sit up "Why didn't you wake me?" you glare making the cook raise his hands in defense "You need your rest love" Franky nods at the cook and bends down to you "He's right we need you in tip-top shape to use these" Franky holds out three guns, there not the ones you lost in Woodbury, but they look great. "Did you guys make these?" you take taking two from the cyborg feeling the weight of them in your hands "Yep, you can always rely on the great Usopp and his trusty sidekick" The sniper runs his nose but gets a light elbow to the side form Franky "There not fully done yet, but they should be done by tomorrow" You hand them back to Franky and place a hand on his arm "Thank you guys so much" Usopp gives you a quick hug with a big smile before pulling away "We'll we have work to do, so we'll see you at dinner" The sniper waves before leaving along with Franky.

Sanji puts his arm around you and pulls you into his side before kissing your head "How was your nap?" the cook asks seeming to have a cocky grin on his face "It was fine why?" you ask raising an eyebrow "Oh nothing, its just... your snore is cute" You jump a little and blush at his words "I don't snore" you almost yell only for the cook to laugh "Yes you do" Your head turns to Zoro who opens his eye with a smile "And he's right it is cute" you playfully hit Zoro on the leg "How long have you been awake?" you glare as he sits up and rubs his head with a yarn "In and out for a while but i didn't want to wake you, your so adorable" He teases knowing he's getting to you "Im not adorable" you push him away when he tries to get closer "Come on my love, just give in your so cute" Sanji kisses your cheek as you cross your arms over your chest. Zoro takes the opportunity to get closer and wrap his arms around your waist "So cute" He mumbles into your neck kissing it "I hate you both so much" you whisper not looking at them even when Sanji pulls your face to towards him kissing your lips lightly over and over again. You can't help but give in after a little and start kissing back "Say it baby, say your cute" Zoro growls in your ear while kissing up and down your neck "Ok... Im cute now knock it off" you pull away form Sanji still a little mad but it makes them both happy.

You lay back down with Zoro this time staying awake while the swordsman naps, Sanji rubs your legs as you two watch the world go by it isn't long until you see a familiar face walk through the gate "Y/n?" Daryl asks putting the caged rabbits he's been finding on one of the tables before rushing over to you. You sit up and hug him as he holds you "Shit, you had me worried kid" The rugged man pulls away "Sorry but thanks for the flowers" You smile seeing him blush slightly and pull away messing with his hair a little "Don't get used to it short stack" He shoots back getting a playful glare form you "We're nearly the same height" you playfully punch his arm "Yea... nearly" He ruffles your hair going over to the cage and picking it up "What's with the rabbits?" Sanji asks looking confused "Rick said to look out for farm animals, i know there not but its something, we can bread them and use them as food" Daryl lifts up the cage to look at the rabbits "Good luck with that" You laugh a little knowing he's a good hunter but caring for wild animals can test his patients. "See you at dinner short stack" Daryl calls out walking away as you lay back down. Sanji shakes his head before turning to you and rubbing your leg "You should get some sleep my love, you look tired" The cook leans over rubbing his thumb over your cheek, you lean into him and nod "Ok" you don't argue but do take his hand off your cheek and kiss is palm before leaning against Zoro's chest and closing your eyes.

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #blackleg sanji #zoro x luffy x reader #halloween

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uselesslexbian · 8 months

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the lightning thief by rick riordan sentence starters

am i a troubled kid? yeah, you could say that.

i'm going to kill her.

you're already on probation. you know who'll get blamed if anything happens.

it's okay. thanks for trying.

you've been giving us problems.

did you really think you would get away with it?

let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can.

i can't fail in my duties again. you know what that would mean.

why would i need you?

what are you not telling me?

tell me they're not looking at you. they are, aren't they?

i don't want this to be like the last time.

does that mean somebody is going to die?

i hope you lose.

because you don't want me around?

you've been out for two days. how much do you remember?

you drool when you sleep.

can you imagine that for a moment, never dying?

but i don't believe in gods.

not lethal. usually.

i can't believe i thought you were the one.

monsters don't die. they can be killed. but they don't die.

oh, thanks. that clears it up.

you talk in your sleep.

i'm thinking that i want you on my team for capture the flag.

why would anybody want to summon a monster?

i don't belong here.

no maiming.

where the heck did you learn to fight like that?

you're saying i'm being used.

who else would be stupid enough to volunteer for a quest like this?

a lot of hopes are riding on you.

kill some monsters for me, okay?

you want a magic item?

remind me again - why do you hate me so much?

i don't hate you.

i said if you're lucky. you're obviously not.

i can't just leave you.

you have offended the gods. you shall die.

what did you want me to do? let you get killed?

you didn't need to protect me. i would've been fine.

the real world is where the monsters are. that's where you learn whether you're any good or not.

you're pretty good with that knife.

are you crazy? this place is weird.

what's that hissing noise?

i take vitamins. for my ears.

that's admirable. but please, relax.

you would be better off as a statue. less pain.

oh, yuck. mega yuck.

forget it. you're impossible.

you're insufferable.

they're not going to like that. they'll think you're impertinent.

i am impertinent.

they seemed plenty aggressive to me.

how about i take first watch? you get some sleep.

how long was i asleep?

what would you do if it was your dad?

that's easy. i'd let him to rot.

can't we work together a little?

they don't make heroes like they used to.

we can't leave you alone for five minutes! what happened?

it's okay. i don't mind a little attitude.

you can't do that. you can't just threaten people with a knife.

don't you carry a weapon? you should. dangerous world out there.

even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes.

if he brings his girlfriend here for a date, i'd hate to see what she looks like.

you don't want to insult her looks.

me, go with you? how embarrassing is that? what if somebody saw me?

who's going to see you?

you didn't get yourself killed.

you knew it was a trap.

her death was my fault.

please. i'm not into self-inflicted pain.

i don't know what they'll do. i just know i'll fight next to you.

because you're my friend.

no gift comes without a price.

be faster next time.

the plan. yeah, i love the plan.

no. i'm dead.

you're not dead. i should have known.

i'd wish you luck, but there isn't any down here.

it amuses me not to strike you dead yet.

there can't be a war among the gods. it would be... really bad.

you keep saying "after what you've done." what exactly have i done?

you heroes are always the same. your pride makes you foolish.

you were supposed to die.

i take orders from no one.

i don't have dreams.

he is proud and impulsive. it runs in the family.

obedience does not come naturally to you, does it?

a hero's fate is never happy. it is never anything but tragic.

whatever else you do, know that you are mine.

you can't do this for me. you can't solve my problems.

if my life is going to mean anything, i have to live it myself.

you miss being on a quest?

where's the glory in repeating what others have done?

all the gods know how to do is replay their past.

when i came back, all i got was pity.

the gods let her die.

i've been used? look at yourself.

you must not rush out for vengeance.

keep your eyes open.

i'll be back next summer.

i'll survive until then.

#rp meme #rp ask meme #rp starters #rp prompts #ask meme #roleplay memes #i was impatient--

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phantasmiafxndom · 2 years

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Since it's your specialty... Could you please write another shark merman hc, but for Leona, Idia and Trey with a rather mean reader that likes to fuck them into the mattress with a little disregard for their limits?

My specialty? What, xeno and mean horny things? XD

Also, here's the first version of this!

. . .

Leona

Normally, it's hard to get Leona worked up about much of anything— of course, even he's not too good at keeping his cool when your twin dicks are pressed up against his hole.

"Would you hurry up and do it?" he hisses, tail swishing.

"Of course, your highness," you reply sarcastically, then shove in quite a bit faster than could be considered nice.

A shocked yelp is forced out of Leona's throat, followed by a half-pained keen when you don't stop there. You force his hips up and fuck into him hard and fast, leaving him twitching helplessly underneath you while his body struggles to catch up.

Two dicks are a lot, even for someone with his ego. The stretch has to ache— and it doesn't help when you find just the right angle to brutally scrape over his prostate on every thrust.

Like that, the proud lion is mewling in no time, eyes rolling back as you manhandle his shuddering body right where you want it.

You don't need to touch his dick. Despite all insistence to the contrary, Leona is plenty capable of coming untouched... when he's truly overwhelmed by pleasure, that is.

The only nice thing to do is get him there.

Idia

When your dicks slide into him, Idia whines like he's dying.

He's plenty stretched, so you know he's not in any real pain— and yet, just one short, easy thrust has him clawing at the sheets and whimpering yet again, high-pitched and frantic.

"Would you quit whining?" you sigh. "I know I'm not hurting you, so stop being such a little bitch."

"This isn't fai—" Idia starts to complain again, but you cut him off with a much rougher snap of your hips. Judging from the muffled howl that earns, it hit his prostate dead-on... perhaps a little too hard, now that you hear starting to hyperventilate.

Well, there's one way to get Idia to stop freaking out, and that's to fuck him past the point of coherent thought. And you can do that. You fully intend to do that.

You grab one pale, scrawny thigh and hook it over your shoulder, then with the better angle, start pounding him properly.

Idia squeals. His whole body locks up and tries to curl in on itself, and when you just force his legs apart and fuck him harder, he goes from high-pitched noises of distress to moaning like a whore while his hard cock bounces against his stomach.

That's better. Much less whining.

Trey

By now, Trey knows better than to complain. He knows you'll fuck him brainless and sobbing eventually, no matter what.

"C-Come on, be a little more gentle, please?"

Asking nicely gets him much farther than being difficult, but you still don't feel like having mercy. Shoving your dicks another inch deeper into his helplessly clenching hole draws a miserable groan out of him... but his cock still twitches with interest.

"Maybe. We'll see how I feel once I'm all the way in." With a fittingly shark-like grin, you haul Trey's hips up and force your dicks the rest of the way into him in one sharp, quick slide.

Trey muffles a near-scream into the sheets— and yet, you don't miss the come that drools weakly out of his flushed dick.

He's learning to like this, one way or another.

"Don't you want to stop thinking?" you ask with a few short, quick twitches of your hips. Trey jolts with oversensitivity every time, groaning weakly, but he doesn't protest. "Come on, baby, I'll fuck you real stupid— until nothing matters at all."

His response, whatever it would have been, is cut off when you start fucking him for real. Now, all that's left is his mindless, drooling face and all-too-honest body's pleas for more.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Leona #Leona Kingscholar #Idia #Idia Shroud #Trey #Trey Clover #Scenario #Reader #TWST Canon #Lemon

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a-teacup-of-golden-cracks · 9 months

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Fantasy: I've spent my entire life being dead silent as I touch myself because I live with other people. I'm imagining you in the gentle and protective dom mood from your post yesterday, encouraging me to let go and make noise for the first time. It would be difficult to unlearn that habit, so you would have to keep playing with me for a long time. After a while, I would be so fucked out of my mind that I start panting. "You're getting closer, go on, let out those noises for me... be good" I'd make a whimpering whiny noise but choke it off before it turns into a harsher noise. You start moving faster "come on, let it all out baby" "I- I can't, someone could hear me" "then let them hear you. Let them hear how loved you are and how fucked out you are... how good you are for me" the dam breaks and I start moaning and whining "oh pretty thing, moaning all for me. Good girl... keep moaning and I'll let you cum" I let out a high whine that turns into a long moan as you move faster. You moan back in response, and hearing you moan in my ear I tighten up "that's it, baby, you finally let the noises out... now go ahead and let go. Cum for me" I cum so hard that I start shaking as the loudest moan yet is ripped from my throat. "Keep going, I want you to make me moan even more...."

As someone who has had to be quiet, it is so much better being loud. Not even joking, it's legit more pleasurable when I can make noise.

I'd absolutely love to show you the differences ❤️🩵

#damn you really wrote the smut part for me #santanswered #nsft #topposting #trans nsft #nonbinary nsft #lgbt nsft

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fairly-linked · 10 months

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Hello if request are open. Can I request twilight headcanon with his werewolf reader?

-🐺

Ooh, sure! Good idea! If it's okay, we're gonna say reader becomes a werewolf by night. Enjoy! 💕

Twilight With a Werewolf Reader:

When you're still new to the chain, he's a bit confused as to why you constantly offer to take watch. He doesn't understand; everyone needs sleep. Why were you so adamant about not getting it?

This draws suspicion, and not just from him. Everyone's a bit on edge around you, the two most cautious ones being the Old Man and the Vet, naturally.

Time does eventually allow you to take watch, but someone else has to accompany you, to which you oblige, but on one condition: it has to be the same person every time.

Knowing Time already has his hands full, Twilight steps up to the plate. It's the older brother instinct in him, he can't help it.

At first, Time's pretty hesitant. That's a dead giveaway that you're up to something, he just doesn't know what yet... but after some convincing, claiming you have a hard time seeing in the dark and need it to be the same person so you aren't fooled, he reluctantly gives in.

So he obliges, letting Twilight take over. Twilight's a bit nervous at first, he doesn't really know you... but for the sake of his group, he swallows his fear and does it anyway.

Right before sundown, you saunter off somewhere, and no one can find you. Twilight notices this, and he realizes you're much like him in that sense, when he turns.

Hours pass, and he starts to get a bit worried. Had something happened? It's dark out now, where were you? Everyone else had gotten tired of waiting for you and went to sleep.

Twilight jumps suddenly at a rustle in the bushes, drawing his sword quickly.

"...Twilight? Are you the only one up...?" he hears. It's your voice, calling out softly so as to not wake anyone.

"...Yep, jus' me..." he replies carefully.

"...Promise me you won't be scared? I won't hurt you, I promise..."

At the frightened tone of your voice, he sighs, lowering his sword. "I promise... you can come out...."

...Twilight is not prepared for what he sees. It's... you? But you're... you look like a werewolf. Golden eyes, (h/c) fur, unnaturally long claws, and you're much taller than before... several inches taller than him, even. he's sure you're much faster, too.

"Whoa... (y/n), that's you...?" He questions, moving closer in an attempt to wrap his head around your new form.

He hears you sigh. "Yes, it's me... This is why I wanted the same person to be up with me. I didn't know how you'd all react..."

'That's reasonable,' Twilight thinks to himself. "How...?"

You sigh again. "I was cursed by one of Ganondorf's most powerful mages years back. I've brought this issue to every magic dealer in existence, and none have been able to break the curse."

"...I see." He says. "Well... you and I ain't so different. You keep my secret, and I'll keep yours?" he asks, extending a hand to shake. You oblige, an eyebrow raised. "Uh, sure? But what secret...?"

He only smiles, putting a hand over the strange-looking pendant around his neck. It becomes too bright for you to see clearly, but the next thing you know, a wolf with the same markings Twilight bears on his face stands where the rancher once stood. You know it's him.

"Whoa..." you gawk, kneeling to get a better look at him. He only stays this way for a minute before changing back.

As the light fades, you see him standing in front of you as a normal Hylian once again. "Some o' them don't know, so I don't wanna blow my cover. Also, I can't talk when I'm like that anyway..."

Thankfully, no one wakes up. The two of you have a lively conversation until Time gets up for the next watch.

When he sees you, he freezes, not recognizing you at first; but Twilight's quick to explain So that's what you'd been up to.

You saunter back off into the woods when Time takes his watch, sleeping in a nearby cave.

If anyone tries to ask why you were sleeping so far away, you just claim you need privacy. Usually does the trick.

Either way, Time sees no harm in keeping you even if you turn in such a way. He knows he and Twilight will have to explain it to the boys eventually.

But for now? Twilight's just happy to have someone to relate to.

#linked universe #bek.answers #lu twilight #🐺 anon #thank you anon #bek's.fics

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s0lemnhypn0s · 5 months

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So like, I'm insane, so let me share some songs I think are very Crochawk

-Smooth by Santana

"And if you said this life ain't good enough // I would give my world to lift you up // I could change my life to better suit your mood // Because you're so smooth // And it's just like the ocean under the moon // Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you // You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah // Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it"

-Your body, my temple by Will Wood

"Amen, I'm only a man // Howling at your face in the moon // Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb // As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do // Oh, what the hell can I do // To have a little more heaven with you? // Hot damn, you are a part of my plan // Cataclysmic Catechism catch-22 // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple // So, when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red // I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall // God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreading // After all the meek inherited fuck all // If you help those who help themselves // My superstitions, your visage, my visions // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple"

-Sex dwarf by Soft cell

"Isn't it nice, sugar and spice // Luring disco dollies to a life of vice // I can make a film and make you my star // You'd be a natural the way you are // I would like you on a long black leash // I would parade you down the High Street // You've got the attraction // You've got the pulling power // Walk my little doggie, walk my little sex dwarf (here doggie, doggie!) // We can make a scene, we'll be a team // Making the headlines sounds like a dream // When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside // We will take them for a ride of rides"

-Paralyzer by Finger eleven

"I hold out for one more drink, before I think // I'm lookin' too desperately // But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home // If one thing really means one // This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks // That would be cool with me // Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place // Or your place or my place // Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you // I wanna make you move because you're standin' still // If your body matches what your eyes can do // You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

-To err is human so don't be one by Will wood

"Mm, I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart // You still picking at that? only ate the good parts // Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date (Check please!) // Falling off the bone, I'm awful glad we met // We only ever notice what's in front of us // Read over my shoulder, breathing down my neck // Are we on the same page yet, I'm getting old here! // Come on don't you get it? What the heck? // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // Yes, to err is human, so don't be one // This was a mistake, I'll take my leave // But, before I go, let me know if you see // A little black bag with a toe tag please // If you don't hate me, then reanimate me // Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins // These instincts I've managed to stave mean // Monsters must be people too, so oh geez! // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // I will drink your blood 'till your lips turn blue // Drain you o' your love, if you want me to"

-GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVERBOY BY QUEEN

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things // We can do the tango, just for two // I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings // Be your Valentino, just for you // Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Set my alarm, turn on my charm // That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy // Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) // (Ooh-ooh) can you feel my love heat? (Ooh-ooh) // Come on and sit on my hot seat of love // And tell me how do you feel, right after all // I'd like for you and I to go romancing // Say the word, your wish is my command"

"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine // (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely // I will pay the bill, you taste the wine // Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely // Just take me back to yours, that will be fine // Come on and get it // Ooh, love (there he goes again) // Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Everything's all right, just hold on tight // That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy"

#1pc #one piece #sir crocodile #dracule mihawk #crochawk #wanitaka #t4t #mlm #added lyrics

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darksidescorner · 5 months

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Help why am I imagining Alleycat from Persona 5 playing as Miguel thinks about Gabi. It's SO deliciously sad

(I didn't know I'd be writing a blurb today. Not proofread, I'm sorry. Lemme tag it real quick: Angst, no comfort, no happy ending, Gabrielle)

I think about that song often anyways. It's so somber and sad in all the right ways. It gives me such powerful ideas for art. Ones that I swear I can see the composition of, and I can't see anything in my head. I don't think in pictures, yet this is a song I can see up there.

I'm imagining Miguel sat in his home, the lights are dim as it pours rain into the night. I'm imagining him holding up a holographic picture frame, and just sinking into the couch. I'm imagining how cold the colors are, and how even Gabi is a cold orange.

I'm imagining Miguel's face as he remembers everything. It's not guilt anymore, it's paralyzing grief. I'm imagining the sad smile he wears as he thinks of her before hugging the frame and letting the tears flow. I'm imagining how he hates himself for crying, because it doesn't help. It won't bring her back. It doesn't make him feel better. Its not an efficient use of his time. And yet, he can't help but cry. It's all he can do.

He can't bring her back. Maybe if he were just a little faster, he could have gotten Gabi through the portal. If he were a little quicker, maybe he could have gotten that daypass on her. If he were just a little smarter, he could have foreseen this coming. If he were a little stronger, he could have stopped the void from closing in on her.

If he were a little more, maybe this wouldn't have happened.

They say glitching is painful. Incredibly painful. It throws you off balance, knocks the air out of your chest, and breaks your cells down. Spiders and anomalies alike say it's the most painful thing they've ever experienced. That they'd rather die than do it again. It leaves you with a lasting headache and nausea. It leaves you woozy.

Miguel has never had the displeasure of experiencing that. But you know who did? Gabrielle.

His guilt makes him nauseous. His little girl, experiencing the most painful thing in the multiverse, and dying from it. It should have been him. He's dead no matter what. His spirit died with Gabrielle. It's floating through the void, the crushing weight of all that has happened to him. Of all that he caused. It twists him and rips him apart like he's a piece of paper.

And yet he carries on. Not because of any determination or willingness to, but because he's in limbo. Time will move forward no matter what, but he is stuck. He's frozen in time, on the day his baby died. So when he wakes up the next morning, and Gabrielle is nowhere to be seen, he's struck with the reality that it isn't a bad dream. His grief is him.

And so, life moves on, but he does not.

—————

Man this went from me trying to describe the visual I see in regards to Miguel from that song, to a blurb of guilt and sadness. GoddAYUM was it fun to write.

To anyone reading: play Persona 5 Royal if you have access to it. It is such a good story. That shit changed my life. Literally message me to talk about it. Spam my inbox about it. Ask me about how to get the 3rd Semester. I'll answer literally any question about it so that you don't Google it and get spoiled. I would rather get spammed questions about a character than have someone get spoiled something important.

@pinkpinkspidey

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saikokirakira · 2 years

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The Flight Risk (Marc Spector x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: obligatory shirtless marc gif for what lies ahead i actually had fun and laughed at myself writing this. shit's about to get real in the next part, but i haven't written it yet. i'm also going on a trip, so... that update is a lot unsure. i'll try to stick to the usual wednesday, 9am pht.

Prev: II. Layla pt.2 | Next: III. Marc pt.2 | AU Masterlist

warnings: violence (mentioned); swearing; non-canon Filipino mythology; marc being a grumpy eagle; reader thirsting for marc for ten (10) seconds

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “YES.”

“No!” You yelled at Layla as soon as you got to the airport exit.

“You can find Marc way faster than me. Just make sure he doesn’t get himself killed while I reacquaint myself with some old friends.”

You looked at her unimpressed. Not counting the fact that you did not know Marc at all, you were very wary over the fact that there was strong deity magic at play all over Cairo.

You weren’t going to disturb another one.

“Just two days. And I’ll call you every day.” She slipped a burner phone in your jacket pocket. “I promise.”

Sigh. You relented.

Layla was right.

You found Marc staying at a shoddy inn within a couple of hours.

You knocked and waited for a good ten minutes at his door before it opened.

Dear Lord.

Steven – or rather, Marc drunkenly swayed at the door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

You knew you felt some muscle when you snogged Steven a couple times, but you didn’t expect him to actually look like he did before you.

An annoyed grunt pulled you out of your staring.

“Oh, hi, Marc.”

SLAM!

You knocked incessantly at his door, until it angrily swung open the second time.

“What?!”

“I can help you find Harrow.”

Now, you sat in his messy room, glass strewn across the floor from a broken mirror that was hastily covered by a blanket.

“Well?”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth before you shushed him.

“This is a waste of time. Get out. Go home.”

You glared at him. If it weren’t for Layla…

“Harrow has powers that shields him from Bakunawa’s sight, but he’s here.”

“No shit. Do you even know how big Cairo is?”

Your eyes flash topaz as you hissed at him. “Careful, mortal.”

You slam your fist on the floor, pushing Bakunawa back down, then rose to your feet.

“Get dressed. There’s a guy who knows something about a dig site. That’s a start.”

Then the idiot left you in the middle of the road half an hour later.

“Layla, your husband is a fucking flight risk.”

“Get used to it. I’m a little busy tracing an old collector friend. Just find him again.”

“What am I? A bloodhound?”

Two hours later, you were at a cliff, not far from the city.

Ah, the little serpent has found you once again.

You desperately tried to ignore the bodies littered across the ground, keeping your eyes on Marc, yet the smell of blood was taking over your attention.

“I’m guessing you missed the information about the dig site?”

That got me a chuckle from ol’ Grampa Crow.

“Why don’t you play with your little rocks and be some help in finding Ammit, huh?”

“So, now you’re willing to have me stick around and not leave me in the middle of the road to go on a murder spree?”

“Hey, I did not do this,” Marc pointed a finger in your face.

“Sure, they all stabbed each other and dropped dead,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand away, but not before you noticed the open cut on his arm.

You took a bottle of water from your bag and poured it over his arm.

“You just got my jacket and jeans we—” “Shush.”

You covered the wound with your hand, summoning the strength of any nearby Diwata for their healing powers. Your hands briefly glowed an icy blue before it faded into Marc’s cut, sealing it shut and leaving his arm good as new.

“The armour could’ve fixed that easily.”

Wow, he’s an asshole. Just like his master, the sand Diwata scoffed, unknown to Marc, before vanishing back into its realm.

Tell me about it.

Since Marc was being difficult, you turned to Khonshu instead. “Any better ideas? It seems like even Harrow’s followers are shielded from any form of divination.”

“What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?” To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

“Can we trust the old bird?” you turned slightly to mumble to Bakunawa.

Khonshu and his Avatars have not fared well to any gods, deities, and other Avatars for the past centuries. I suggest we go back to London.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t you being moon-hungry talking?”

If I wanted the moon, I could’ve easily taken over your body and slit your wimp’s throat to draw out the bird.

“Try to keep it family friendly, why don’t you?”

Suddenly, it was quiet, and you could feel the wind change.

You turned to Marc and Khonshu.

“What did you do?” “What are you doing?”

Sending the gods a signal they can’t ignore.

You felt the familiar movement of Bakunawa under your skin, tattoos moving like scales.

When you looked up at the sky, it was a solar eclipse.

“No! What did you do?!” Your voice began blending between yours and Bakunawa’s.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Marc grasped your biceps, which only caused searing pain even on your clothed skin.

He immediately let go of you, and for a moment, the concern in his eyes almost made you mistake him for Steven.

“No,” you panted. “Go. You need… to go… now. While I can… still control him.”

I suggest you do as the little serpent says, Marc.

“Shut up, you worthless god!”

Your outburst suddenly changed Marc’s stance. He now looked more alert, defensive.

“Bakunawa?”

#moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader

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stesierra · 9 months

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@autumnalwalker tagged me! I'm drawing from the Halfway Revenant. My words are venture, focus, whimsy, & vision.

I'll tag anyone who's interested with tree, cave and steel.

Venture

A feminine voice snapped, "Well, don't come to me when you get lonesome. I wouldn't take your money if it was the last-- Stop grabbing my arm! I'm leaving!"

And a short-haired woman barged out of the gate, storming away from the city so that bountiful portions of her anatomy bounced. And a great deal of anatomy was on display. She carried a large double-handled bag made of linen and reeds but wore nothing but sandals and a knee-length linen skirt wrapped about her hips. A dozen semi-precious necklaces fell just above her naked breasts. Some sort of powder whitened all her exposed skin except for her oval visage. A thick layer of cool gray makeup coated her face from hairline to chin. Kohl marked her eyes, and rouge reddened her lips and cheeks. That face looked like nothing natural, but it wasn't supposed to. The makeup and the rest of her outfit was an announcement of this woman's profession. Mindral had seen others like her in Shaneh, but only rarely, because she had seldom gone to the fifth layer, where the brothels were.

The painted woman said, "What are you running away for? Do you think I'm a some sort of criminal?" She wore a bracelet similar to Mindral's own, enchanted to ward off menstruation and pregnancy. At a guess, this woman made more use of the latter property.

"Of course not, areh," Mindral said.

The prostitute cocked her head. "Well, what did they throw you out for? Bad fashion sense? Dirty clothes? Carrying a crossbow in the streets?"

"I'm just arriving and have yet to venture into the city. But they threw you out? Why?"

The woman sniffed. "Oh, for prostitution."

"But prostitution is legal."

"Oh, yes, but soliciting in the central district isn't. Or being there in this outfit, at all." She sighed and tilted her head skyward. "I just wanted to snare a nice young man from a key family for the night. I would have shown him a good time. As if their high-priced courtesans who sit up in their fancy boudoirs are any better than me."

"I see," Mindral said. "And now what will you do?" A town might have enough work for a prostitute, but this one didn't look dressed to walk so far.

The woman shrugged. "Oh, I'll go back in tomorrow. That's the way it works. Walk the wrong street and sleep outside for one night. They tell us revenants will get us out here, but I'm not frightened." She smiled, baring perfect white teeth, and managed to look beautiful despite the makeup. "So who're you? I'm Nila Mehre, escort extraordinaire."

Focus

Mindral rolled over and vomited up liquefied eggs and pickled pork. The sour taste of stomach acid and the salt of tears filled her mouth, but the overwhelming stench of the putrid dead filled her nostrils. She threw up until nothing remained inside of her and kept heaving even after that. The sight of the dead kept her down on her hands and knees. Flies buzzed around her, trying to settle on her neck and arms. But she didn’t hold still, not like the corpses they’d laid their maggots in.

In the end, the chittering of the rats drove her upright. She wrapped her arms around herself and stumbled towards the door. The uneven floor tripped her, but she forced herself on faster. The urge to flee this rotten tomb whipped her on, despite her weak and twitchy muscles. She wasn’t spending another second here. If she was alive—and she was alive!— then she was escaping. Escaping, and figuring out a way to tear down Payar Cheref for the wrong he’d done her.

She made it out into the main corridor, and the stench died slightly. The passageway stretched both left and right, and for a horrible moment, she didn’t know which way to turn. If she chose wrong, she might wander lost in the caves forever.

And then a Nimina light turned on to her right, awoken by her movement. Nothing turned on to the left. It had to be a sign. She trudged towards the light, and more turned on ahead of her, illuminating dripping straws and shining flowstones. The cool air of the cave caressed her skin. Silence wrapped her, now that she’d left the scurrying and chirping of the rats behind. Only the thump of her footsteps convinced her she hadn’t gone deaf.

She touched her brow. Dried blood crusted her forehead and the sides of her face. The unbinding symbol was gouged into her forehead, the edges swollen and painful. It should have freed her soul. It had, for a little while, but it hadn’t lasted. What did that mean? Had the novice priest botched the funeral rites? Was the carving incorrect? Was other explanation could there be? She wasn’t dead. She wasn’t with the gods. Something had gone wrong.

She trudged through the caverns, past stinking rooms with fresh burials, and thirst dried her mouth and throat until her tongue felt like leather. There was water outside of the catacombs. All she had to do was reach it. Then she could drink her fill and wash away the blood. She focused on that small thing because she couldn’t figure out, just then, how to make Payar Cheref pay for trying to murder her.

Whimsy

Look, there's not a lot of whimsy in my stuff.

Vision

She didn't know what she expected outside of the garden that ringed the Nimina Palace, but it wasn't a club to the head. She caught a glimpse of three big men, one holding a cudgel, before her vision went black.

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 9 months

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 6: The fox and the dragon

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, daughter of the second biggest house in the North. After your father refused to bend the knee and to marry you to Aemond, Aemond killed your family himself and took your home and you for himself. You escaped yesterday and he did not like that all. So he's punishing you.

WARNINGS; NONCON dubcon Punishment, not feeding someone, smut, throat fucking, fucking, begging, himulation, dark!aemond, dom/sub themes and spankings as well as other dark themes. Not so feministic Aemond either. Mention of dead family members, mentions of a*ss f*cking oral sex, - Aemond is just messed up and so mc for secretly liking all the pain he gives her. They both need therapy, hope this helps.

TAGLIST IS OPEN. (it always is, i just forget to mention i do them sometimes lol)

You sit in the bedroom, after dinner. Aemond had his share of good food and your tummy rumbles. You know he isn't done with you yet. He will likely have you to assure you are tamed.

He touches your chin gently. You already silently cry. 'Now, now. I am gentle, am I not? I thought you liked it gentle.' He says mockingly. You swallow and don't even respond.

He chuckles. 'Take off my clothes for me.' He says before dropping himself in the chair by the fireplace.

You take off his coat for him, feeling your cheeks burn with shame. You hate that you let him decide everything. But it's better than punishment. You are a coward. 'Or I'll whip you.' He adds when you slow down.

Your body freezes and you gawk at him in shock your mouth hanging open. He gets up from the chair and faces you. You cower without intent. 'You think I'm not serious?' He asks. You aren't sure. He tattooed you. He spanked you. What is stopping him from whipping you? You still think he maybe prefers doing the punishment himself.

You also think but would never allow yourself to say: That you didn't deserve it. He scoffs. 'You think you don't deserve it perhaps? Well, you did. You ran away and made me look like a fool. I don't appreciate it from my family, I don't appreciate it from my enemies and I especially don't appreciate it from my common cock sucking whore!' He shouts at you and you don't like it. You hate it even more than his insults. You are scared that he'll become aggressive.

You burst into tears. 'I'm so sorry!' You quickly blurt it out. You try to convince him and yourself. If he doesn't believe it'll just make things worse.

He doesn't believe you. 'No, you're not. I just know you'll do it again, you disgusting rat. Scurry off the second I turn my back on you.' He groans and grabs your hands.

He drags you closer and slaps your behind painfully. He smiles when you grunt in pain. He leans in and touches your dark hair. 'I gave you an order, didn't I? Get to it.' You already took off his coat for him, so you get to work on his vest next. It's a complicated design with multiple silver pins. You quickly shove the fabric out of the pin and open his vest that way, slowly exposing more of his linen shirt that's underneath it.

You softly feel the abs beyond it and feel every curve of his body. Your mind goes to the wrong places and you are distracted. 'Faster.' He groans.

You get back to undressing him, ripping his vest off him. 'Please...' You beg when he grabs you by your hair. 'I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I ran. I shouldn't have. Please don't hurt me. I'm so scared. Please.'

He drags you to the bed. He rolls you on your belly and pins you down. You don't feel him spread your legs and sigh in relief. You are wet nonetheless. You don't want to be.

'You are difficult today.' He says disapprovingly. You hear him undo his pants himself. You adjust to the bed and turn off your thoughts. 'Cunt bare, I want to fuck you.' He groans. You obey.

You look at your husband, still wearing pants. You are confused. But then you see it. His belt is in one of his hands. You gulp and shake your head scared and scurry away. He grins and grabs your legs dragging you back. You know he lied. He wanted you to strip so he could easily hit you.

The moment the cold metal hits your naked body you cry out like a little pig that's being slaughtered. You pull away from him screaming and sobbing. He grins before turning you on your back this time and spreads your legs.

He wants to do dark things. Darker than you imagined. 'I want to make myself clear.' The Cold leather belt is briefly pulled over your exposed lady parts. You whimper in fear. Scared he will whip you there. It'll be more painful.

You are quick to beg for his mercy. You are scared and have endured enough abuse already. 'You are clear, husband. I learned. I will obey now.' You promise shaking in fear. He let his fingers touch you and he pushes them inside you. He pulls in deeply and starts to touch you. You like it very much but you don't know if it's for you to like.

You softly buck your hips against his fingers chasing your pleasure. It's nice to have a distraction. He smiles when you buck and fucks you a little rougher and deeper with his fingers. You softly grunt. 'Argh.'

He removes his fingers. You are confused. You liked it. He whips and you scream when the belt hits your sensitive clit. You cry out and tears burst from your eyes.

'Take it off. Now.' He groans referring to his clothes again. 'Or I will fuck you in your ass with some parts of your dead family members. Take it off Now!' He yells in your ear. You take off his pants for him like his servant. You are once again meeting with his impressive length and just choose to ignore it for now.

You also take off his shoes for him and his socks. You bow your head when you are finished. 'Good girl. Get on your knees for me.' You obey him, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

He enjoys you scared. You assume he wants to have you. You turn your entrance towards him. He takes a few locks of your hair and pulls so that you are facing him again. 'Open wide and let's test that naughty little mouth of yours. You'll suck me off, slut. And you'll do your best or you know what will happen to your cunny and your ass.' You want to cry that you're not a slut but you don't want trouble. You never sucked anyone before.

'M-my family-' you can't finish that sentence.

He chuckles softly. 'No, sweetling. I will fuck you myself. I will spread you out on the desk like a meal and I will feast upon you until I have no seed left and am just fucking my balls sore on your body.' It sounds painful. Embarrassing and shameful. It sounds like cruelty and abuse. You don't like the sound of that at all.

'Wha..What if...' You think of a way to get out of the punishment. 'I'm wet.' You confess softly. 'Very wet.'

He just raises a brow. 'I am well aware.' He says carelessly.

You are confused. 'Don't you wish to have me?' You ask.

He sighs annoyed. 'No, little slut. I gave you a task. Obey me and I might let you finish.' Your head is pushed down. You gave a soft nod and crawl closer to him, opening your mouth and taking in the big swollen length. You quickly shove it in your mouth and start sucking sloppily and quickly eager to finish him off so he can get out again.

He grins before slapping your behind. 'I prefer quality over quantity, little slut. Easy and thorough or I will give your pretty face a nice layer of cum.' He threatens. You'd hate that.

You take him out for a brief moment. 'What am I supposed to do? I never did this before.'

'Just suck me, you'll learn best if you just do it.' He groans before shoving himself back in.

You realise it's not for you to like. It's for Aemonds pleasure. He will come because of this. Not you. Once you realise that; it becomes very easy for you. You watch and judge his reactions of gently licking, softly rubbing him with your tongue and even giving little soft pushes.

He enjoys you being gentle and careful. You hear him groan when you softly rub him. You make eye contact and he closes his eyes, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You are surprised. As well as when a soft new strange salt taste fills your mouth.

'Make me come, whore.' He growls with his voice even lower than usual. You try your best to make him come by gentle licking but it's not working. You understand you need to do a new technique. You force your mouth around his length and just try to suck it. Your tongue glides over his head and he shudders in pleasure. 'That's it, little bitch. Make your owner come.' He groans before spanking you. You yelp but the cock blocks most of the sound. You repeat what you did, licking him faster and faster and making eye contact.

Your shoulders are grabbed and you are pushed into his body. He rolls his hips eagerly against your mouth and fucks it. You are caught off guard but continue sucking. He chuckles. 'O, yes...' You Growl a bit and finally force the cock deeper into your mouth before letting your lips rub his length. He shudders and groans before pulling out. You sigh relieved.

Your chin is grabbed roughly and you see the cock aimed at your face. Before you realise what has happened he injects himself into your face with a grunt. You gawk at him, blushing and wet and now dirty too.

You whimper. He grins before cleaning the corners of your mouth. There is a white substance on his fingertip. You look at it curiously.

'Suck it off.' He says. You take his hand and force his finger down your mouth gently sucking it clean. He chuckles.

'Did I do well?' You ask when you are finished. You want to know if he is pleased. More important: you want relief.

He is back to being his ordinary hating self. 'What do you expect a compliment for every basic command?' You ignore that jab.

You grab his hand. 'You promised me something, remember?' And that he did. He promised you'd come. You already picture yourself, face down on the pillows getting fucked from behind by him when he holds you firmly.

Aemond laughs. 'Oh yes. I'd promised you you'd get to come.' He says, before slowly touching your breasts. They are eager for his touch. Already hard. He notices and smiles.

'Y-Yes.' You stutter blushing and confused.

You are pushed to him and end up on your back. Your legs are parted gently by him and he softly sinks a finger in your hot and wet cunt as he likes to call it. 'Let me feel...'

'Hmm.' He smacks his lips before speaking and stimulates you at the right moment. You buck eagerly and want him to just fuck you. You feel powerless at his mercy with his hand fucking you. His fingers grab and rub you in a good way. It would not be as good as his cock. You had it a few times and you know you'd prefer lying down and getting stuff until you can't walk any day.

You can't believe what you're thinking. This man is a murderer. This man hurt you. And you are so wet for him. 'You've been a naughty wife. I don't like rewarding naughty pets.' He says thoughtfully when you give a little cry of pleasure.

You touch yourself. He slaps your hand and pulls you up. You let out a little yelp when he throws you over his shoulder.

'Where are we going?' You ask scared.

He grins. 'The hallway, I want every servant to hear your cries when I make you come, little slut. I want everyone to know who owns you now.' He says with a chuckle. You feel insulted but he touches you and you are reminded of your desire.

You are pushed on the dirty floor and exhale some dust on accident. You cough. Aemond pushes you onto your knees again and you eagerly await for him to fuck you on the wood in the dirt. He scoffs at you. 'Look at you. So much for the Lady Wyldewoods. Admit you're my whore now and I swear to the gods that I fuck your little cunt until it bleeds.' You don't want to. You really don't want to.

'I...' You can't say it. He grins rubs you up and stimulates you. Touches you gently. Lovingly. He looks at you like you can trust him.

You close your eyes. 'I am your whore.' You softly mutter. Your chin is grabbed and you feel a soft slap in your face as a warning.

He shakes his head clacking his tongue. 'I don't approve of that. Again, name me and louder.' You understand what he wants to hear.

You feel an extra finger enter and you gasp softly. 'I am your whore, Aemond Targaryen.' You say speaking regularly but panting a bit.

He growls giving another slap. 'Much louder.' He growls.

He is in with 3 fingers now. You cry out and buck eagerly. 'I am your whore, Aemond Targaryen!'

He chuckles in pleasure as your cries echo through the hall and are heard by everyone in the castle. 'Exactly. Don't you ever fucking dare to forget it, slut.' You are grabbed and your legs are spread. You feel a soft something touch your cunt. You feel it enter you and you hear the sound of Aemond very close to you.

He is licking you there. Gently sucking your pussy. You let out a gentle groan and touch his hair approvingly. You turn and twist when finding a comfortable position. You just want his tongue to go faster. 'You taste good.' He says when he just takes a quick break.

'Thank you, Husband.' You say politely. You assume he'd go back to sucking you but he is done.

'Now...' He says rubbing his hands.

You chuckle. 'How do we exactly do this?'

You are grabbed and pushed against the glass of the hall. Everyone downstairs can see you. You are thankful there are no visitors. 'I'm going to fuck your little cunt here, and you'll do best to obey and serve me.' You hate it but you'd love to serve him.

You give a soft nod. 'Yes, my Prince.' You say. He chuckles at that and shoves himself up your cunt with his cock. You are impaled and softly pressed against the cold glass. You hear your husband growl and you are hit on your ass again.

He has a hard grip and you don't like it at first. He sinks in deep and your breath causes the window to fog. You eagerly cry for his touch and buck back having sex with him for the very first time. It is your fourth time laying with him but the other times weren't as good as this. You finally understand why everyone enjoys sex so much. It's really really good.

Aemond fucks you rough and hard against the window and you let him, letting yourself get scolded, slapped and dragged by the hair.

It's the best sex you ever had from him. He slaps you across your face but you like it this time. He let his finger in your mouth and you suck it gently. 'Come, study time.' He says a bit hoarse taking you with him to the bedroom.

You are bent on the desk there.. Your legs dangle and are pushed aside. Your eyes land on your husband. You feel a rough shove and cry a little bit. 'I think you'll like being my whore.' He says, when he is busy making himself erect again by rubbing himself with your fingers. You like how sticky they get once there's cum on them. You'd like to taste it and to suck them clean.

'Your cunt wouldn't be so wet if you didn't like the way I handle you.' He continues. You are than fucked and you gasp for air. It hurts much more on the desk but you have far less a say in it than on the bed. You feel trapped and under his control. You like it. You turn off your brain and bow your head submissive and just let him have you when you cry in pleasure or cry out for the gods.

'They won't help you, little slut. You're at my mercy now. You wanted this, remember?' You do. 'I'll fuck you and I decide when I am done. No gods will stop me from having my wife.' You like that he calls you that. He sounds so possessive of you. But also something else....proud.

You yearn for some pressure. 'Please...' You beg. 'Can you perhaps uhm...Hit me?' You whisper.

He seems surprised by that request but comes over very rapid. You quickly add. 'Just my ass. Keep my face pretty.'

'Of course, sweetling. Bend for me.' He says and you obey. He spanks you and you feel the pleasure return. You never knew you liked it but you guess it was always there. Whenever he got a little rough with you, you enjoyed it. Except for when he punched your face and tattooed you against your will.

'You're such a naughty whore.' 'Yes, my Prince.' You agree with him. You'll probably hate yourself tomorrow. But now...it feels good. Nice and right.

'Yes, what?' He asks stopping the spankings just a moment. His hands are still On your ass.

'Yes, I am a naughty whore.' You say, close.

'And?' He asks raising a brow. 'I deserve to have my cunt stuffed.' You cheekily say but loud enough for him to hear. He stops touching you and you think for a moment he has left.

Until you are pushed down over the desk and you end up on your belly. You see his face again as he grabs your legs and forces them around his hips. You are forced Against his body and roughly fucked. You cry out in pleasure.

'Hm.' He groans enjoying himself as well. You are close. You beg him with your eyes. He enters your body and you are hit with brief waves of pleasure that hit like a slap across your face. You roll back on the desk and growl and cry and moan. You enjoy being used by him. Grabbed time after time and used.

He forces you on the desk once more and shoves himself inside you. You moan in approval. You are close. 'I'm going to make you come, but you'll scream my name. That's what I demand for this pleasure.' He says strictly. You give a nod. If he told you he'd take your eye you are sure you'd let him do it at that point.

He starts to move and you feel his body press down on yours. You gently exhale and prepare. A small little pleasure wave hits you. Then another. Another. Another. You cry out a bit and beg him. He grins. 'Just the beginning, I'm going to make you sob.' He promises you before rolling his hips firmly and more aggressive. You are fucked like a whore but you don't mind. He takes out all his aggression and hate on you and you welcome it. You enjoy the pain and the pleasure waves become intenser and you smell yourself and him after some time. You are very close. You feel it. He enters slowly and rolls his hips before fucking you in one hard rough go using his strength to hold you down. Your body erupts and you release an animalistic scream of his name. He grins when you do that and speeds up fucking your recently wetted cunt. He suddenly catches his breath and comes inside you this time. You catch your breath too.

He grabs you from the desk and takes you back to the bed. He puts you on the bed. 'Good girl, but I'm still very mad at you for disobeying me.'

'Is that what it's like every time?' You ask like a stupid little girl. He grins before leaning in.

'If I am pleased, it can be like that every time. And more.' You turn to your side and fall asleep with him close to your body.

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