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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 2 years

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A Bond Like No Other ~ Werewolf Kassandra x Reader

You’ve known Kassandra all your life. She was your closest friend, your greatest encourager, your strongest desire. You kept her secret faithfully, knowing that other mercenaries would jump at the chance to hunt down a Lycan. But the night before a full moon, Kassandra doesn’t feel well at all, and she’s left alone in your care. And her own desire isn’t being held back.

RAGH I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST IN TIME FOR HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm SO sorry this took so long!!!!! I just wasn't feeling it for a while and now I will be able to write other stuff!!!! I hope you all like it!!!!!!

Note: Please don't tag this as Furry or other related stuff. I am uncomfortable with NSFW Furry stuff. This is monsterfucking. Thank you

Potential CW: Drawing blood

Tagging: Werewolf, size difference, voice kink, Switch Kassandra, Switch Reader, Monsterfucking, Attempted Knotting (if you squint), overstimulation (mentioned)

Word Count: 4973

Kassandra of Sparta was a beast. Not just on the battlefield and, if rumors were to be believed, not just in the bedroom. No, the misthios from Kephallonia was literally a beast of myth and legend. A human that, during the full moon, unwillingly changes her form to that of a wolflike beast. A lycan. A bloodthirsty werewolf. Something that would shake the knees of even the burliest of soldiers.

But here she was, sprawled out on the floor of your living space, nude and asleep. How she had gotten out of the room you lent to her; you had no idea. If she had killed anything or anyone, that you also had no idea about. As soon as you had come down into the living space, your hand slapped over your eyes. Now, you’re slapping around for a blanket or a rug to toss over her to keep her decency. (Though you had dreamed about seeing her naked, you have hoped before that it wasn’t when she was passed out from exhaustion.)

You find one, a thicker blanket meant for the winter months, and you toss it over her. Finally, you remove your hands from your eyes and examine the room for any damage. The table is cracked, and the door to the room she stays in during the full moon was torn off the hinges entirely the night before. Surprisingly, however, there are no trails of blood, there is no damage outside. Did she not leave the night before? What did she do?

“Kassandra.” As you nudge her with your foot, she groans, rolling onto her side. Her hair is loose and tangled, face covered in drool, and your heart skips a beat because of it. “Wake up. You broke my door again.”

“Shhh… you are so loud, (Y/N).” She grumbles, hiding her face with her forearms.

“You destroyed my door!”

“And I will have it fixed, spitfire. Come lay down with me.” She shoots you a sleepy grin, peeking up at you. She’s lucky she’s charmed you already. If you were any less in love with her, she would be paying for far more than just the door at this point.

You settle down next to her, laying flat on your back to look up at the ceiling. You feel her fingers brush against yours for a moment, and as you look over, you are very starkly reminded that Kassandra is naked underneath blanket you draped her with.

She’s looking at you, and those brown eyes are ringed with gold even after her transformation. The look is intense and makes your face flush. You turn away, heart pounding, and you hope that the next month she comes to your little abode, you’ll have the courage to tell her how you feel.

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Kassandra does have your door fixed, but no explanations for you. She had left, only leaving you with a quick hug, money for the door and the room (though you insist that it’s not renting), and the broken door. You had watched her from your step, her tall form slowly disappearing into town where the Adrestia was docked. Then you turned back into your home to clean up, kicking yourself for not confessing.

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“Chaire, my friend!” Kassandra is beaming as you open the door for her. In her arms is a chest, small, though it seems to be heavy. “I’ve brought you gifts!”

You look at the box warily, closing the door behind her as she sets it down on the table. “Gifts? Why? Did you do something?”

“Must you always think that I’ve gotten myself into trouble, (Y/N)?” She laughs a bit. “Come open it, I promise, it’s just a gift. Another thank you for taking care of me and putting your life at risk.”

Your heart melts a bit, though you frown. You’ve talked to Kassandra about this before, that for some reason she’s never even growled at you, much less threatened you, so there was no reason for her to fear for your safety in her presence. It weighs on her, being a lycan, and you know that the only reason she kept the Adrestia and her family near her is because she has a safe place to stay during the full moons, far from people and her friends and family. Except for you.

Despite this back and forth, her insistence of her danger and your return of her safety, you accept her gifts. They were signs of her affection for you, though platonic, and you know it brings her comfort that you are being paid for your service to her, though you see it as a favor more than anything.

“Fine.” You sigh, sitting across from her. You flip the box latches open, the wood creaking as you let the lip drop. “Oh my gods.”

Inside is the most beautiful tapestry you’ve ever seen. You’re a weaver, and you pride yourself on your work, but that means your home is covered in fabrics of your own creation and of others’. The collection was sizeable and it seems that Kassandra has brought you the crown jewel of them all. As you hold it out, it shimmers in the sunlight. Depicted upon it was the tale of Eros and Psyche, beautifully designed and woven in a way that made you nearly swoon.

“Kassandra, this is…” You run your hand over it gently, then look up at her. “This is beautiful!”

“Only the best.” She says in response. As your arms toss around her neck, squeezing her tight in a grateful hug, she holds you back, strong arms wrapping around your waist. She presses her face into your neck, picking you up a bit as she normally does when the two of you hug.

Then you feel her sniff, pressing her nose against your skin and taking a deep smell of you. Her hands grip you just a bit tighter, sharp nails digging into your hips painlessly. There’s a rumble in her chest, and if she wasn’t literally a dog-person, you would say that she’s purring.

“Kass? You… You okay?” There’s no fear, only confusion, but the stutter in your voice must have scared her. She sets you down quickly, taking a step back.

“Are you okay? I don’t know what came over me, fuck.” She curses, looking over you worriedly but not reaching out to you at all. Instead, her hands are fidgeting, running through her hair, twitching a bit, and her foot taps.

“I’m fine!” You insist. “You didn’t hurt me.” You step forward, causing her to step back. “Kassandra.” Another step, another backstep.

“I can’t control myself well building up to full moons, I should have been more careful. Let my instincts take over.” She moves around the chair she was sitting in, not letting you touch her at all. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), even if I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t even upset me, Kassandra. Will you please, let me be a good friend and comfort you?”

“If I give in, I might start turning early.” She says, though she stops in her tracks despite her slight protest. Even in her armor, so tall and big as she is, Kassandra looks nervous, like she is much smaller than she was. Whatever she is worried about, it’s something that the ever-confident misthios couldn’t fight with her own will alone. It worries you, but you can’t let her see that, it might make her run off to the room before you can actually spend any time with her.

“What does your instinct want you to do then?” You ask, keeping your distance for her comfort. “I promise, you won’t hurt me. And if your instinct wants you to hurt me, we can go ahead and get the room ready, and we can talk in the morning about it. I’m not afraid of you, but I want you to feel safe and comfortable when you change.”

The expression you get in return of your little speech is one of surprise and, you notice with joy, relief. Her shoulders relax and her hangs a bit, much like a puppy who might be in trouble.

“I don’t want to hurt you, in any way. But I do fear that what I want… might hurt you on accident.” There’s something under her tone that sends a thrill down your spine to a spot you now try to ignore. Her eyes are slightly glazed over, like whatever she was thinking about was too distracting, and there was only one thing that you could think might be what she wants.

“And what is that?” You step forward, and this time, she doesn’t move backward. She watches you, and now both of you are aware of the obvious tension in the air. Her eyes flick down over you before meeting your gaze, slowing over your curves as she does so. Her teeth are sharper, nails already starting to turn into claws as she starts to give into whatever desire she had.

“I want you.” She breathes out. “I want you to be my mate, I want to be yours. I want…” You see her press her thighs together. You can’t help but breathe a little harder as you get closer. “I want you to crawl into my bed and stay there until I’m satisfied. But I might lose control. I look different when I’m transforming, when I’m transformed. Do you really want that risk?”

You’re standing in front of her now, only half a foot away. If you get any closer, you might not even make it to her bed.

“For you? I would risk everything.”

That consent, that resounding ‘yes’ to her desire, seems to snap the last bit of resolve she has. You crash into each other, hands roaming like you were on a time limit to hold each other like this. Your lips press into each other, messy and rough, more teeth than lip. Her hands, so strong and capable, scoop you up under your thighs to carry you into the room she stays in.

A whine escapes you as she pulls away, tossing you onto the bed that’s much more a pile of blankets and pillows so she can close the door. Then she’s back to you, on top of you now, pressing her lips to your neck and throat, barely skimming her teeth over your skin. You want to warn her to be careful, to make sure that no blood is drawn to avoid cursing you, but you hesitate. Does she want to be in charge, or…

You take the risk. Tangling your hand in her braid, against her scalp, you tug her head back to look you in the eyes. You sit up, and to your amazement, Kassandra follows submissively, expression quickly changing into surprise and a tinge of excitement.

You hover your lips over hers, holding her back to keep her from reaching your lips. “No biting, Kassie.” The husk of your tone surprises both of you, but neither of you seem disappointed. “You want me in your bed until you get what you’re satisfied? You have to be a good girl.”

The last two words have her straightening her back, and she nods as much as she can against the firm grip you have on her. You let go, and she carefully goes back to your throat, kissing and sucking on the skin now instead of near biting. You praise her, noting that the words have her rut against the bed a bit. You praise her again, voice soft and sweet, and she lets out a little moan. Her claws dig into your hips a bit, and you wrap your legs around her hips, pulling her in.

“There’s….” She pants out. “There’s an olisbos in my.. in my bag.”

“Then go get it.” You encourage, untangling from her. The moment you do, she’s running for her bag she left in the living space, and you hear her armor drop carelessly to the floor. When she returns, she’s in her chiton, short and stained from countless battles, and she’s holding a black phallus in her hand, along with some kind of belt. Her eyes, now golden, are blown out, teeth and claws dangerously sharp, features shifting to a more wolfish form, and her skin is taking on a greyish tinge. She was close to transforming, but this, whatever this was, was keeping her semi human.

“Good job.” You coo, and she grins at you, rejoining you on the bed. The olisbos and belt are set on the side table and she kneels between your legs obediently.

“What… what do you want me to do now?” She’s shying now, clearly a bit out of her element with this submission, but luckily for her, you were just as floundering as she was.

But there was something in your brain that knows what it wants, knows how to handle this, and so your hands slide up her arms teasingly. “If you’re careful with your teeth…” Her ears perk up. She’s already so wolflike in appearance and behavior, and it makes you feel a little more daring. She was being so… obedient, something you had previously thought wouldn’t appear in the bedroom. You take the risk. “You can eat me out…” It came out shyer than you intended, but it’s enough to have Kassandra taking action.

Her hands slip under your chiton, ripping it off you in a smooth ripping motion. You protest slightly, moving to close your legs, but you earn a growl from her, her lips already pressing against your stomach. She slips off your undergarments, being a bit more careful with her claws. Kassandra rumbles a bit, pressing a kiss to the skin of your hip, sucking gently to leave a mark. A whine escapes you as her claws run down the inside of your thighs.

“Kass…” The breath leaves you in short bursts, you curl your hands into the blankets, sitting up on your elbows to watch her descent upon you. Gold eyes lock onto yours as you can feel her breath against your wet heat. They were intense, glowing in the afternoon light that streams through the window.

“You smell perfect.” She says, voice low and warped, closer to growling than actually speaking. You pray to the gods that she doesn’t notice it causes you more arousal, finding the fact that her voice can turn you on first of all embarrassing, and second of all, ammo for Kassandra to use against you.

“Go on.” You urge, using a hand to pet her cheek. “Pretty Kass…”

Another rumble from your werewolf, then she finally goes down, swiping her tongue flat against you. Your back arches a bit, and you whine from the pleasure. It felt like electricity, to finally be touched by her like this. You feel her tongue enter your folds, shallowly running between them. You feel her groan, like your taste got her off all on its own.

The short flicks of her tongue set your nerves on fire, sending shocks up your spine to make you gently cry out her name and praises as she carefully eats you out. She was being so careful with you, her teeth only barely graze you occasionally. Her hips shift behind her, and your gaze meets, two sets of eyes both heavy with arousal.

“Come up…” You bade her to come closer, despite your own dripping cunt, because you know she needs relief far more than you do. “Come on, Kassie.” Your hands cup her cheeks as she pulls away just enough, the wetness on her mouth and chin glistening in the evening sun. You pull her up, guiding her over you.

You kiss her, delightfully tasting your own bittersweet nectar, and she kisses back eagerly, the wolf woman pressing you into the blankets and sheets. Kassandra groans against your mouth, and you shift your leg.

“You wanna get off, pretty girl?” Your breath is heavy, overtaking your voice in a way that makes it come off as more domineering than you were really expecting you can do. She nods, whining into your hair.

Her hands roam your body, pressing you into her body while she tries to find friction. “(Y/N)…” She groans, pressing her face into your cheek before you slither away, propping yourself against the wall of pillows. “No…” The look she gives you as you separate is near heartbreaking, but despite that, you take in her appearance.

She’s half transformed, face a strangely alluring combination of human and wolf. Her skin is tinging grey, fingers elongated into claws, already large form slightly larger. Her golden eyes are blown out still, staring at you with the saddest puppy eyes in the whole world. You position your legs comfortably, running your hands down your front to rest on your thighs.

“Right here, Kassie.” You hum, patting your left thigh. “Sit here, and we can both get off. Does that sound okay?”

“More than okay.” She whispers, moving over quickly to take the position you offered her, stripping her clothes off along the way. You move your hands, resting them on the slightly furry surface of her thighs and hips. Her knee presses against your warmth, making you sigh at the pressure. “I am… not crushing you?” The words seem to take a lot of effort from her, and you tap her thighs gently.

“You’re not crushing me, Kassandra.” You assure her, stroking her skin before running your hands up over her stomach, her chest, her neck, finally stopping at the sides of her head. You have to sit up slightly, reaching as far as you can to do so. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to… take advantage of this.”

“You’re… not.” She shakes her head. “I want this.” She leans over you, pushing you back into the pillows, pushing her own hips against your thigh and making her shudder. “This… it’s so good.” The misthios whines, continuing her ministrations with increasing enthusiasm, her leg pressing into you in the same rhythm her ruts take on. “I want… to take you. To ruin you. Make you beg for me… but it’s so nice, just to have this…” She punctuates her words with soft whines and moans, pressing her lips and tongue and teeth against your neck, against your throat. “To do what you want. I can do more.” She insists, nibbling on your ear in a way that has you shuddering against her.

The pressure between your legs and in your abdomen build, making you tense your legs and try to squeeze them tight to no avail. The werewolf on top of you chases her pleasure, leaving you senseless in the wake of her rocking thigh and her wandering mouth. You were close, and Kassandra knew it, with her lips pressed against your collarbone. Her hands grip your hips, keeping you still despite your pleasured squirming. But you want her to come first. You want to see her unravel on top of you, to focus on herself for once.

You reach up despite the growing haze and grab her by her chin. The motion makes her pause and you take the advantage to use your other hand to brush her hands off your hips. A pillow falls to the floor as you shift, moving away from her leg pressed against your cunt, but keeping hers against your thigh. You bump your leg up, pressing into her more, and take your free hand to slither between your skin and her warmth. Two of your fingers press into her slowly and stay there, butt of your palm against her clit.

She arches her back, looking down at you with clouded eyes. She groans, low in her throat, and you pull her down to rest her forehead against yours, still gripping onto her chin. You know she can break it if she wants. You know that she won’t. Kassandra holds herself up with her arms on either side of you, staying still as she waits.

“Cum on my fingers, Kassie.” You whisper to her. “Be a good girl and chase your own pleasure.”

She whines once more, deep, low, and long. Nevertheless, she rocks her hips, gasping and moaning out garbled curses and versions of your name. Her walls squeeze around your fingers, warm as her wetness drips down your hand and thigh. You glance down between the two of you, watching as she grinds against your hand.

As she finishes, legs tightening around your thigh, panting in your ear, you pump your fingers in and out of her in rapid succession, pushing her through her orgasm. The sun finally dips below the horizon with perfect timing, the room finally going dark as you slip your fingers out of her and lick them clean. She stays above you, breathing heavily.

“You did such a good job.” You assure, petting her face, watching the slow change of her face.

“I want…” She pants out, reaching behind her with a clawed hand, pawing for the olisbos and it’s attached belt. “To make you feel that… ten… ten times over.” Her voice is so deep it’s nearly a growl, and she uses the last bit of her concentration to fix the phallus onto her hips.

No… that wasn’t the last bit. She leans forward, kisses you tenderly on the forehead, and points to the set of drawers next to the bed. “Silver… in there… just… just in case.” She’s sweating a bit, eyebrows screwed up in concentration. There’s no point in fighting her on this point. You nod and pet her cheek.

“Take me, Kassandra.”

She surges forward, adjusting quickly to kneel between your legs and split them open. She looks more wolf than woman, but you still see her in there, beneath the changes. She grins at you, her normal, heartwarming grin, and pushes her full length into your warmth.

You cry out as she fills you out, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth and holding onto her arm as though it would steady you. Thank the gods she has enough sense in this form to wait, sniffing at your face and cheek with a gentle concern. You wrap your arms around her neck and shoulders, pressing your forehead into her neck, and she thrusts into you in an exploratory way. After a few of those gentle thrusts, when you have no complaints other than a very gentle “Please”, she thrusts into your cunt with vigor, pounding into you with enthusiasm.

Your hold on for dear life, digging your nails into her skin, feeling the fur under your fingers and against your front, the long olisbos drilling into you. It hits deep inside of you, stretching your opening out in a sweet and painful way.

“Ah- Kass-“ Your moans ring out through the little room, likely carrying out through the window. Already, the thought of neighbors was slipping through your mind. You grip tighter onto her, being pierced through by her cock over and over again.

She grabs your hands, forcing you to stay on your back as she sits above you, rocking her hips into yours in a perfect, steady rhythm. Her hands, her claws, grip onto the soft under of your thigh and lifting it to rest your calf on her shoulder. She angles you, pushing you onto your side to split you open more, drive into you more. The base of the olisbos meets your opening, making you squeeze around it as you prop yourself up just a little bit, reaching for the hand at your hip.

She growls a little, and it startles you, making you pull your hand back, but before you can, she grabs your fingers, holding onto them tightly as she thrusts into you. She leans forward a bit, stretching your leg out just to kiss the tips of your fingers. Her kisses aren’t soft anymore, more teeth than lip, but just the press of the two of them together makes you sigh happily, relaxing into the mattress as she fucks you.

You reach your first orgasm with a crash, squeezing your walls around her with a loud moan. You tense, squirming as the previously lost crest finds you again, and the force of it, the way that Kassandra speeds up to fuck you through your orgasm, makes you hazy as you come down, moaning and going nearly limp in her grasp. You press your face into the pillows, overwhelmed by the feeling.

The werewolf bringing you to this point pulls out of you, leaving you empty and dripping and cold. She says nothing, merely cooing and pushing you onto your front. She lifts up your hips, bending down to nose at your entrance.

Her tongue, warm and alarmingly human laps at your cunt, catching the dripping wetness from your orgasm and devouring it. After she essentially cleans you, she rises up again, pressing the olisbos against your cunt.

You turn your head to look at her over your shoulder, starting to prop yourself up on her arms. Your actions are met with a soft growl, and she pushes between your shoulderblades, pushing you back down into the mattress.

“Stay.” She growls out.

“Kass…” You moan, pressing your hips back against her in an attempt to goad her instincts. You need her in you, you need her to take you viciously. She takes the bait eagerly, bending over you to fuck you properly into the mattress. Her teeth press against your shoulder, against your nape, against your face as she slams the olisbos into your warmth. Her nails dig into your hips drawing a bit of blood, but the pain makes it all the sweeter as you gush around the smooth stone of the olisbos.

She holds you down, her weight on top of you keeping you in place as she keeps her brutal pace. You rock back with all you can, trying to meet her halfway, and the futile efforts of moving urges her on more, groping at your bleeding hips, your shaking thighs, your quivering chest. You note, just barely through your blissed out haze, that she focuses a lot of her attention onto your chest, holding you close to her own by grabbing at your soft skin.

Kassandra growls into your ear, her pants growing louder. She presses you into the bed with more of her weight, slowing down but not letting up on the force of her thrusts. It was too much, the sensory overload of the noises she’s making and the warmth of her transformed body distracting you from just how many times you had cum from this onslaught of pleasure. You feel wetness on your cheeks as you turn your head to rest your cheek into the pillow. You can’t feel your legs anymore, you can barely feel the rest of your body as the werewolf on top of you claims you over and over again. But it's perfect. It’s exactly what you wanted, what she needed. The complaints of the pain will come in the morning, but right now, it was the only thing you could ever ask for.

Then, the onslaught stops, Kassandra pressed hilt deep into your weeping cunt as she grinds into you slowly. Her mouth opens, resting her sharp teeth on the side of your throat as her hips twitch. You freeze, keeping as still as you can as your lover rides out her orgasm, growls slowly fading away as she comes down.

She doesn’t pull out of you, though her teeth are removed from your throat. She nuzzles into your face, cooing softly at you with a garbled, twisted up voice. “Perfect… mine.” Kassandra rumbles, holding you close as she flops to the side. She slips out of you a bit, but with enough finagling, she finds a position to keep you close, to keep herself sheathed into her warmth.

You lay on top of her, head resting on her furred shoulder and straddling her hips. A blanket is draped over the both of you, though the warmth from the misthios under you has a thought of ‘too warm’ drift through your hazy mind.

You wake the next morning naked, sticky, and hot. You lift your head, blinking blearily in the sunlight streaming through the window. Kassandra snores from underneath you, human now, and her arms fall from around your waist as you sit up.

The blanket slides off of your shoulders easily, and you shift to take it off completely, only to be starkly reminded of the thick object still pressed all the way inside of you. Still sore, you wince as you slide off, face burning. It glistens with the wetness of your spend last night, and as you look at Kassandra, sweaty, muscled, handsome with the olisbos still secured to her hips, a very stupid part of your brain urges you to clean it off with your tongue and give her a surprise.

Instead, you poke her shoulder and face, earning a grunt and two strong hands grabbing your shoulders and pulling you in, rolling to keep you against her chest.

“Kassandra-!”

“As I said last month, (Y/N), you are so loud.” She whines, pressing her nose into your throat. “Lay with me a bit longer, my love.” Your silence and the heat of your face cause her to laugh. “Just a bit longer, then we can bathe. How does that sound? A bath and a massage for those perfect legs and hips?”

You huff and roll your eyes, affection building in your chest. She loves you. This wasn’t a one-time thing because she loves you. You muster all of your affection, love, and patience into your next sentence.

“Stop flirting and go back to sleep, you big dog.”

#kassandra x reader #Kassandra of Sparta #not minor safe #monsterloving july #reader insert #My writing

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madohomurat · 5 months

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trans women are everywhere and are so eager to be seen and heard but only if they feel safe around you. if you hardly ever have trans women interacting with you, especially online, then consider there might be a reason for that and you should address it

#the same thing happens with black people #black people are everywhere! especially online! black gay and black trans people!#but when your community is suspiciously devoid of them then theres something wrong and you need to acknowledge it #even if its not intentional you need to think about how theres minority groups who do not feel safe around you at face value #this is why loud and outright support and solidarity is so important #black people and trans people and etc minority groups will assume you are unsafe unless you explicitly state otherwise #you can't just sit there and say 'well they didnt approach us so its not our fault for not including them!'#like did you TRY to get them to approach you??#cy texts

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demonadelem · 8 months

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Rare pity, mercy and compassion of the giants called humanity

#web weaving #tw spiders #arachnophobia #wrong time wrong place wrong size #yes some of these are a metaphor for the mistreatment of minorities #not ocd safe

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captainjonnitkessler · 1 year

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I truly, TRULY do not know how to say this, because the fact that I have to say it makes me feel like I am losing my grip on reality. But no, in the post-capitalistic anarchist utopia, I will not be relying on “autistic minecraft girlies” to be building inspectors because - and this may shock you - one of those occupations takes years of education in how to read and interpret hundreds of thousands of lines of regulations based on complicated math and physics that were the result of decades of tragedy and death, and the other one involves playing a children’s video game.

#i am begging this website. BEGGING it. to stop acting like building codes are state oppression #and please stop reducing blue collar jobs to 'so easy any handyman could do it with a youtube video'#that's how people fucking die #i didn't spend five years learning how to do my job safely to watch people online tell me it could've just been a course in high school #i know that this is like. a minority minority opinion and not really worth getting worked up over #but it's so annoying to see supposed leftists denigrating blue collar jobs like this #same poster also opined that we won't need garbagemen #because 'if the trash is bothering people they'll figure out a way to clean it without having to pick it up'#like what??? does that even fucking mean????#construction

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linked-maze · 1 month

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LinkedMaze scars! part 2

#linked maze #linkedmaze #tloz #zelda au #doodle #lm warrior #lm sky #lm wild #lm twilight #lm time #lm koridai #lm hyrule #lm bunny #Separated the minors from the adults #just to be safe about it all #added bodyhair to them now!#almost forgot XD

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deadloverxx · 4 days

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thinking about aventurine, sex with whom was a one night stand at first.

male reader, 18+, mdni, top male reader, alcohol use.

he didn't expect anything more or anything less when getting a little bit too tipsy with you on a night out. you know how this goes - cards, poker chips, a couple of cocktails on your table, and as the night progresses those cocktails turn into a bottle of wine, then of whisky... and before you know it, the chips are abandoned on the table and his credit card pays for a private suite upstairs, and your lips clash in the elevator as you taste the mix of everything you drank and ate tonight on each other's lips.

it's not you specifically, aventurine tells himself as he watches you tear his clothes off, your teeth and hands all over him. he was just feeling lonely, went along with the moment, he tries convincing himself, but you feel just a little bit too good rearranging his insides, moaning in his ear as he left little scratches on your back. and as you kept plunging into him, he couldn't even think or say anything besides "hmm! y/n... fuck, more, more..!"

and when he wakes up with sunlight on his face, and your arms around him, he panics. it was just a drunken mistake, everyone sleeps with their friends sometimes, he thinks, quickly dressing up and searching for his belongings within the mess of the room the two of you made. but when closing the door behind him, aventurine couldn't help but steal a glance at your peacefully sleeping form. downstairs, he paid for you both and ordered you the nicest breakfast in the room, not out of guilt, he tells himself, "just so his hangover is a bit better.."

and yet he finds himself thinking back to the encounter when nights get a little too lonely. he can't help himself but send you a message

"wanna play tonight? all on me."

the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. and the whole time you were both laughing, he clenched his fist under the table, breath barely noticeably hitching. and when you, unsurprisingly, lost the round, it was field day for aventurine.

his purple, charming eyes gaze in yours as he announces his wish, tongue gently running over his lips. "kiss me." voice echoing, trying really hard not to shake as the gambler tries desperately to keep up his facade of dominance, to hide the dreadful fear of rejection. and as your hands find themselves against his waist again, lips, teeth crashing, you mutter: "could've just asked me like a normal guy."

aventurine chuckles, that chuckle suddenly drowning out in a moan as his hands clutch to you in desperation, rubbing up against the hard on in your pants, growing more and more desperate. when you find yourself in his bed this time, he makes sure to treat you better, already prepped beforehand, shaved and waiting for you to fuck him over and over again all night long. cum on his face, body and hands, he can't even go to the shower, because once he does, pulls you in with him and moves on his knees.

this morning he doesn't run away, instead admiring the both of you in the mirror, tracing your handprints and hickeys on his pale body, cock getting hard all over again, just in time for you waking up.

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hanamisofficialspouse · 23 days

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Basically just Sukuna admiring your pussy and eating ya out. (NSFW CONTENT!!! MINORS DNI!!!)

(Sorry for the grammar mistakes in advance yall, English is not my first language💩)

(I had this in my mind for so long, I had to get it off💀😭)

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First of all. Do you think Sukuna gives your pussy such massive pleasure because of you? Nope. You're wrong.

That pussy belongs to him, alright? He is the King of Curses, and if he says he owns you, says he owns it, that is a fact. That pussy is his to play with, to tease, his to taste. His to eat. He couldn't care less about how does it make you feel, what matters is that it's tasty. Addicting. Intoxicating. And that the King likes it.

And the way Sukuna is so mesmerised by it, gazing at it like its the tastiest meal he has ever witnessed, while completely ignoring you, like you're not even there. Those massive arms keeping you still, while he takes his time, savoring the view of your lips glistening with juices, clit twitching in sensitivity, your little hole clenching pathetically around nothing, practically calling out for him.

Oh, and he hears her. And he missed her, too. Sukuna can't help but let out a gentle rumble out from his chest, nose hovering above it and taking in that sweet, sweet scent, brows knitting and eyes closing, as his grip on you gets stronger, as a warning to keep still and quiet. That breath keeps fanning your folds, a cool contrast to the warm, awaiting arousal.

The King then finally makes a move, and swipes his tongue across your labia so painfully slow, gathering your nectar, and earning rather loud sounds from your throat, much to his amusement. "Quiet, woman. Can't you see I'm feasting?" He sneers, chuckling darkly at your huffs and whines of protest. His nose nudges those lips, admiring the shape of your cunt, the size of your fluttering hole, and the delicious juices it produces. Sukunas cannines gently nibble on those lips, gently tugging at them, as his fingers trace lines across your thighs, squeezing and scratching at the skin with those sharp nails, leaving red marks all over them.

Sukunas head dives deeper, now entirely evenloping his mouth around your clit, flicking and sucking at the aching nub, as his two fingers prod the entrance, teasing your cunt, making more wetness ooze out of your hole, coating the already soaking flesh. His mouth goes lower, gathering and slurping the nectar rather loudly, like a child without table manners, making sure his tongue doesn't leave anything behind. The King groans at the addicting taste of your cunt. He could never get tired of it. Without a warning, the warm muscle plunges deep inside your entrance, as his lips open wide and settle over the entire vulva. He keeps tongue-fucking you, slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace. His fingers tease and massage your pink swollen a-hole, coated in wetness, making it easy for the fingertips to slide in, massaging and scissoring it. Sukuna then makes out with your lips, leaving open-mouthed kisses and nips at the pink flesh, while his warm muscle goes even deeper inside your hole. His eyes rolled back, grunting and sighing at the delicious meal he has been given, his face lightly pussy drunk and covered in a shade of crimson red.

Of course, because of doing such wonders with his mouth on you, you soon came hard, squirting all over him. Soaking his hair, face, making the curse simply hiss in delight, muttering praises at your cunt for doing such a good job for him. And he makes sure to lick it all off, he doesn't want his prize to go to waste. You try to push him off, overstimulated and panting, but he just doesn't care. Sukuna will continue eating you out, until the King feels satisfied. Until he has slurped every last drop of your cum, until there is nothing left, until your cunt gets all swollen and red from his abusing.

He does own it, after all. It's his. And he eats it not because of you, because of him.

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clownfessionsofficial · 4 months

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"DNI if you ship ILLEGAL ships!!!!!"

Tell me you suck cop dick without telling me you suck cop dick

#fandom wank #just anti things #proship safe #pro ship safe #anti anti safe #pro shippers please interact

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papirfecni · 9 months

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goodness gracious ! i amgay

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate spoilers #(very minor but better be safe!)#shadowheart #my tav might have 8 intelligence but boy is she tall !#wlw #fanart #my art

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simonrillleyyysss · 6 months

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how does ghost react to his little love using their safe word?

oh, this guy stops IMMEDIATELY

rutting into you? he pulls out like a man trying to avoid fatherhood,he’s drifting apart, lips leaving your own, looking down at you with knitted brows, eyes narrowed in concern as he caressed your cheek.

‘y’alright, sugar?’

‘im sorry—‘

‘don’t say that.’

he snapped defensively, kissing your jaw and gently lowering you down onto the bed, lifting your pyjamas which he had discarded onto the end of the bed, handing them to you while he slid his boxers on, followed by his sweatpants.

doesn’t want you to feel guilt for it being too much, would rather have you communicate and end it then sit in silence and bubble up, so he takes note of this

‘did i hurt you?’

he questioned, blanket wrapped around you both; head pressed against his chest while his hand moved up and down your arm, rubbing at the soft skin.

‘s’just too much..’

you sheepishly sniffled, wiping the smudged mascara from your puffy cheeks.

‘that’s fine, love.’

simon would just comfort you the entire time, making you tea and playing with your hair, giving you a break and time to think, some room apart for a minute or two aswell, doesn’t want to feel overwhelming especially after a moment like that

spoils you with clothes the next day

#ghost x reader #ghost smut #dilf ghost #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost is babygirl #simon riley x you #not safe for minors #simon ghost riley x reader #domestic ghost #simon riley ghost #ghost x feminine reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut

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13tinysocks · 6 months

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Brian's sex appeal is his male pattern baldness and gender fuckery

he just is every balding man with facial hair

Not a balding man a blading sex object that kills people

#reply #anon #not minor safe

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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 2 years

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God of Fear~ Deimos Kassandra x Reader

I wrote this in under 24 hours. I have not proofread it, and I think it’s wonderful. :)

Summary: Deimos has had you as her priestess lover for years now, and celebrations are in order as she has vanquished her foes. But something is wrong.

Tags: Angst, Smut

Kinks: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Mentions of Public Sex, Slightly unhealthy power dynamics, Implied Free Use kink

Word Count: 5229

MINORS DNI UNDER THE CUT

Your life with Deimos was a cozy one. Certainly different from the lives of others, but to you, it was cozy. Your lover adored you, you were showered with gifts, praise, and anything you could possibly need or want was given to you. And when that need was a small villa on the outskirts of Athens, she gave it to you the minute she could. Which was surprising, due to the Cult’s hesitance of her indulgence of you, but nevertheless, they allowed you to move out of the barracks and into the villa, with constant protection and Deimos being allowed to visit you whenever she was not needed by the Cult.

But the Cult has been recently needing her more and more often, pulling her out to other kingdoms and territories to fight for weeks on end, and when she was back in Athens, she was forced to attend meetings or… other activities involving prisoners. It was horribly lonely without her. The soldiers were ordered not to speak to you unless necessary by the demigod, the servants feared her wrath far too much to get too comfortable in your presence, and just, frankly, you love her too much to bear to be apart from her for longer than a few weeks.

It had been two months. Two months without her rugged face covered in scars, without her soft hair between your fingers, without her lips against you lips, your knuckles, your skin. Without her hesitant laugh and easy temper, her fingers between your thighs. You ached for her those two months, so when the servant gave you the letter from your Deimos, there was once again happy laughter within your home.

You rip open the letter, sitting down at the little table in the dining space, and drink in her handwriting. The stiff and confident lines only lifted your spirits more.

My Priestess, I bring wonderful news to your blessed and holy eyes. The man that has tried to take down my Cult has been brought down by my own hands, as well as the snakes that have been hiding within the ranks. The biggest of them being that fool Aspasia. I will be returning to you celebrate our victory and staying with you permanently in the villa now that I am unhindered by their restrictions. I have missed your warmth, your eyes, and your voice like the Sky misses Mother Gaia, and I know you have missed me, fair one. Be ready for me, and I will ensure that you will never have to want for my presence again. Deimos.

The pounding in your chest grows louder as you read the letter, and as you finish it, there’s this beautiful feeling in your chest. She’s coming home and she’s staying home. She’s coming home. Home. To you. And she’s coming soon, if the arrival of the letter was sent the day she left for Athens.

“Lede!” The handmaiden, hand chosen by Deimos from her followers’ families, pokes her head in from the garden. “Deimos is returning, make sure the home is up to standards for me? I must get ready for her arrival home. Have someone draw me a bath?”

She bows her head as you stand, “Of course, my lady.”

You don’t wait to see where she goes first, heading straight to your bedroom on the second floor of the villa, bounding up the steps with the excitement of a maiden rushing to her marriage. The door is thrown open, and the wardrobe is the first thing you head towards, digging through the fabric to find the right color for the occasion.

This wasn’t just a return home, this was a victory. The misthios had been plaguing Deimos for years now with a game of cat and mouse, he had been messing with her head, attempting to convince your divine lover that she was nothing more than a mortal who had been thrown off of a cliff and abandoned. On top of that, he had been slowly dwindling down the Cult, removing vital players and traitors alike. To see Deimos finally return to peace of mind was a blessing sent down by the gods.

And with the traitors weeded out, they would also be no longer an issue to your safety and Deimos’s position. You had been suffering their attacks, both verbal and physical, for months, and the root had finally been found. Athens should now firmly be in Deimos’ grasp, and soon, every city would be. She was a King, a God that walks amongst the land, and this position should be celebrated with only the finest of colors and metals.

So out comes your finest chiton, a beautiful silken thing of purple, gold carefully woven through it to give the sparkle of a precious amethyst held out in the sun. You lay it out, pairing it with golden bands and jewelry. You remember when Deimos had brought you this set, setting it before you on the table you sat at, in the barracks room you had shared when you were still new to her.

“Fit for a queen…” You whispered, running your fingers over the edge delicately.

“No.” Her long fingers grabbed your chin gently, lifting your face up to meet her hungry eyes. “Fit for a priestess.”

It was the first night that you had shared that bed in more than just sleeping, and the reminder that she would be home and hungry sent delicious shivers down your spine, straight between your legs. Your thighs press together. The last time you had felt pleasure between there had been two months ago, the night before Deimos had left for the horrible long period of loneliness.

You had been good, keeping your fingers away and reserving the pleasure that Deimos claimed as hers, even though she had left longer than she normally commands that loyalty. She was only supposed to be gone for three weeks, but the extended time didn’t wipe away the command your demigod gave you.

But you ached for it. It was so tempting. Often you would lay in bed, fantasizing about her fingers, her mouth, her own sweetness between her legs, and how they would press against you in only the perfect of ways. Fingers would cost over your skin gently, coasting over your breasts and inner thighs, but never touching. Attempts to relieve the pressure by squeezing your thighs together did nothing except make you crave more, and you would drip down onto the furs of the bed with the desperation for touch.

You would wait no more, however. Not for too long, anyways.

You don’t touch yourself while you were in the bath, though you dreamt over her favorite tactic of ducking under the water to shove her tongue into your cunt while the servants moved around, unaware of her presence. And you don’t grind against the bench as you place your jewelry on, even though the mirror still had a tiny smudge of the last time she fucked you with her olisbos against it. And even as you sit, patient, in the garden for the first night, you don’t even feel the temptation, only slight disappointment as it seems that she would not come so soon after her letter.

You go to bed, and you do not touch, but you do gently lay out her side of the bed for her, just in case. A small part of you worries. She was also so cocky and sure, what if the letter had been sent early, before she had even succeeded in the things she said she had? Was she dead? Hurt? The irrational fear of your lover being left for dead while you slept, safe in your guarded villa plagued you until you couldn’t fight the closing of your eyes. You drift off to sleep, alone in your bed, worried for your love.

Deimos loves coming home to you. Her one weakness, though one of her many strengths, was the pure adoration she has for you and your devotion. It was only natural for her to puff up with more and more pride as she, alone on the road except for her horse, approaches the home that she would now share with you, that she will stake as the temple she would build her empire on, now that she was unhindered by mortal fools and idiot brothers.

Only the guards were awake at this hour, and she hands off her horse to one of them, not even bothering to acknowledge their presence. The only thing that matters is getting up to your bedroom, where you must have been waiting for her.

She goes up the stairs, opening the door with a quiet intensity. She expected you to be awake, sitting on the bed, waiting for her with barely bound excitement. Instead, her gentle lover was asleep, curled up on one half of the bed under the golden sheet that keeps her warm despite the open window.

Her heart softens a bit, and only does more when she notices the fine chiton you had left draped on a chair, with jewelry haphazardly strewn across the vanity table. You had been waiting for her this evening, that was for sure, but she had come too late to meet you while you were awake. She takes a step forward, and the tap of her armor against the tile stirs you.

The demigod freezes as you sit up, quickly and with a gasp. Her hands are out in front of her slightly, pushing back her himation slightly to reveal her golden and silver armor. She watches as your face melts from fear into relief.

“Deimos!” You cry out, and your voice makes her heart soar. She catches you in her arms as you leap from the bed and bound into her arms. Arms are thrown around her neck and lips pressed to her face, and for a moment, Deimos feels not like a god, but like a mere mortal, bound to someone else in a way that only they could truly experience. “Oh, Deimos, you’re home! I have missed you so much, let me see your face…!”

Soft hands cup her cheeks, tilting her face up and down and around as you examine her skin for any more scars. You were the only one who could handle her like this, taking her face and limbs and move them around to your liking to examine for wounds or to just be closer to her. Your eyes, so beautiful and glittering in the moonlight, catch on a long scar that rides under her chin, only discovered after pushing her chin up to the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watches you, ready to cut off your worrying display if you start fussing rather than spend the moment fawning over her return.

Instead, you’re quiet, fingers brushing over the scar before she slowly lowers her head. You don’t need to say anything for her to know what plagues your thoughts. Gods can be killed, she knew that, of course she did. And it was only human for her lover to worry, though it took Deimos a long time to understand that it was not doubt in her abilities that caused her to worry so.

“I am alive, my little deer.” She coos, taking you closer into her arms. “You have no more cause for worry.” Her fingers brush over your head, pressing it into her chest gently. “Feel better? Do you feel the warmth in my arms? The breathing of my chest? Divinity does not die easy. Soothe your anxiety, Priestess, your devotion has helped keep me alive, and it shall forever do so.”

She feels you calm before you say anything. You do so noticeably, breathing evening out, shoulders relaxing, melting into her arms. Your face, so beautiful and divine, tilts up to look at her.

“You smell like blood and horses.” You whisper, smiling at her. She gives no answer, instead leaning down to kiss you on those precious lips, designed by the Fates only for her. They fit together like halves of a whole, once again searing their place in Deimos’s soul. You give no protest as she scoops you up, cradling you like a princess as she walks to the bed.

“Tomorrow, we celebrate… tonight… you sleep once again your god’s arms, little deer.” She lays you down, kissing the curve of your jaw.

As you settle, she strips off her armor, changing into a thinner and clean chiton, depositing her sword next to the bed as she settles in on her side of the bed. She missed the comfort of it, of the cool sheets and warm furs against her skin, and though she would never say it out loud, she had truly missed the way you pressed into her side to sleep as she lay on her back. Her fingers, battle scarred and callused, stroke the smooth and unmarred skin of your arm. The soothing patterns pulled both of them closer and closer to sleep, though her eyes shot open when she heard you mutter “I love you” into her chest.

It wasn’t something she heard often before. It wasn’t something she had… heard before the recent few years. What was between the two of you had remained unspoken until now. And the honesty and genuineness of it made her think, unfortunately, of her mother and brother, who’s bodies had lain still on that mountain top. Who had pleaded for her to return and to leave the cult. Who knew nothing of you, of your devotion, of the fact that she had known love in these years. Who had promised their love even as they were speared on the very sword that protected you this night.

Instead of laying on her back, as she normally slept, Kassandra turns and curls around you as you doze, holding you with both arms like a child scared to lose the one thing that brought her comfort.

The sun shines through the window, the birds tweet happily outside on the balcony, people walk and ride down the street outside of your villa. It was a beautiful morning for a stroll, a perfect day to go out, walk through the trees, maybe even lunch with your beautiful lover who has finally returned home to you the night before. But there was no way you were getting out of this bed.

Deimos had woken up early that morning with a hunger that only you could satiate, and had thus decided that you needed to wake up as well. Which is how you ended up face down, ass up on the bed, sleeping chiton pooled under your arms as she buried her face into your dripping mound.

Her tongue is deep inside you, two fingers rubbing furiously and methodically at your puffy clit, while her other hand holds you up. How many has she pulled out of you at this point? Three? Five? You had lost count by the time she flipped you onto your front.

Your stomach tenses and your toes curl as you feel another orgasm build up, moans raising in pitch and speed as you neared another ‘end’. Though this time, instead of letting you crash down once more, your lover pulls away entirely, leaving a whining, dripping mess of you behind.

“Now that you’ve gotten a taste of tonight, my Priestess… you shall have to take a vow of chastity for the rest of the day, until the sun goes down.” She says, tone cruel and merciless. At your pleading whines, begging for mercy, she only grabs your face, pulling you up to her face with a cockiness you both loved and hated in bed. “No more whining. The minute the sun dips below the horizon, you shall get my cock, pretty little thing. Now.” She lets you go, watching you pull your chiton down and blink up at her with pretty eyes. “Go get dressed and ready for the day. I have some things I need to take care of, and some of them need my priestess.”

You stand, pouting slightly. Your legs were barely even shaking! You wanted her to leave you a mess, to ensure that the rest of the day would be spent in bed because you couldn’t stand, but she was on a mean streak this morning. Which was honestly unusual for a day of reunion between the two of you, but the obedient part of your brain caught that thought and shoved it into a box marked for ‘later’. You make a move towards your wardrobe, only to receive a slap on your ass from Deimos, who looks just as cocky as before.

The chiton you wore yesterday evening makes a fine day outfit, and at the approving hum of your demigod, you slip it on, pinning and placing jewelry on your clothes, on your skin, in your hair. Meanwhile, Deimos slips off, probably to take a quick bath, and returns freshly clean and dressed in her golden armor. A part of you is tempted to be bratty, to slip your fingers between your still slick folds while she’s gone to get some relief, but you keep your arms still, waiting for her to return. And when she does, holding out her hand to escort you down to the main floor, you take it, smiling despite your need.

The rest of the day, compared to the morning, was, pardon your language, really fucking boring. You thought that the two of you would be celebrating, not restructuring the Cult of Kosmos and dealing with the Peloponnesian War efforts. While you were needed at some points, you desperately wished that you could return to your chambers and do literally anything else.

And you could tell that Deimos hates it as well, giving one word responses, if at all, and the way that her fingers coast over your skin that signals ‘teasing’ from her. Which was frankly also strange from her. She has no qualms of claiming you as hers in front of the Cult Members, in fact, one time she had you naked on her olisbos, sitting on her lap while she watched some poor soul flayed for disobeying her. If she wanted you, she would just take you. So why was she teasing?

Not only did it boggle your mind, it frustrated you to no end. Each touch was guaranteeing that you would not dry up for the entire day, leaving your folds still mind-numbingly dripping and wet, and your brain distracted of the ways she would reward you if you could make it through the day. You shift a little in your spot next to her, glancing at Deimos curiously, only to find that she was staring at you already. The Cultists stop their conversation, noticing this as well, though they keep quiet, knowing better than to disturb the dynamic between the two of you.

“You are dismissed for the day, Priestess.” The title is layered in her tone of voice, speaking to you not just as the Demigod you worship, not just the woman you love, but the person who dominates you in nearly every aspect of your life. A thrill shoots up your spine. She must have been removing your temporary vow early! “And remember your vow, little deer.” She laughs a bit, harsh in the beautiful sound, as your shoulders sink.

You make your way up to your room, all frowns and pouts about the mess you’ve been left with and the hours before it can be ‘cleaned up’. The bed is still a mess from this morning, and you sit upon it, looking down at the stain your wetness left.

She wouldn’t know if you relieved yourself a little bit, right? You had been so good these past two months, surely she would excuse a little bit of touching, as long as you didn’t cum! Your eyes dart up at the closed door, then you lay back on the bed, lifting up your chiton and swiping a finger between your dripping folds. A soft moan escapes your lips, and you cover your mouth with your other hand. No moaning, then she’ll catch you.

Your fingers dip in, pressing into you entrance slowly, and you have to bite down on your hand to keep quiet. The chiton glitters in the sun as your chest heaves from excitement. In and out, you set an easy and slow rhythm, edging yourself. Once you pull yourself closer to the edge, you push yourself back, though your cunt wept for you to take that dive. Would she know if you did?

You glance towards the door again. Still closed, still no one in the room. Once more you pull yourself towards the edge, but instead of stopping, your fingers speed up pushing you closer and closer until you spill over your fingers, gasping silently into your hand.

Instead of being able to bask in the relief, however, you feel a familiar, strong hand grab you by your throat and haul you further up the bed. It doesn’t hurt, but like Hades does it surprise you. You squeak, holding onto her wrist as she pins you against the headboard. She squeezes the sides of your throat a bit, not addressing you verbally. Deimos looks you in the eyes, glaring at you a bit. Then, she uses her free hand to shove two of her long, thick fingers into your cunt with force, pumping in and out of you brutally.

“Is this what you wanted?” She snarls. “A moment of pleasure? Is it enough to disobey your god, (Y/N)? Look at it, my hard work done today, waisted on your dainty fingers.” At your blissed out whimper, she rolls her eyes. “Such a whore. I asked you a question, Priestess, and I expect an answer.”

“I-I-“ The forcefulness of her fingers leaves you unable to form words already, bouncing with every thrust, head dizzy with the choke around your neck. If this was punishment, you wanted to disobey all the time. “Mmm, Deimos…” You pant out.

Your inability to answer seems to be your downfall in this, as she removes her fingers, cleaning them off with her tongue. Hey! That was your job!

At your small protest, she grabs your hair with her now clean hand, pulling it harshly to tilt your head back. “Answer me, Priestess. Was your tiny orgasm, unholy and mortal, worth the divine punishment I will inflict on you today? You broke your vow.”

“I… I never actually took it.” You said, smiling a bit. You knew you were poking an angry bear, but the desire… the want for her to ruin you in the best way possible, was winning over the rational and obedient you screaming in your brain. “So I didn’t break anything.”

“Oh… you have no idea what you’ve just done to yourself, have you, my little whore?” She’s mocking you now, sadistic grin painting her face. “Take off your clothes and jewelry. Only good priestesses get to wear gifts from their gods.”

You’re slow to remove your garments, stripping them off for her. Though you struggle with one of your bracelets, and you glance up at her with an unspoken question. Help me?

There’s a moments hesitance, and you see something flit across Deimos’s face, and obediently, you don’t question it. “Fine.” She takes your hand, gently undoing the bracelet for you and setting it down on the ground next to the bed. Then she takes your wrist, kissing the inside of your arm gently. “You know what word to use.” She mumbles against your skin.

She was shy. The thought made your chest flutter happily. She was always shy about the boundaries. You were the only person to enforce them, to make her enforce them, and though you’ve never had to use them since their first introduction (Deimos was a fast learner), you knew she was aware that you would stop this for any reason once you notice something wrong.

“I do.” You respond. “And I haven’t used it yet, have I?”

Her brown eyes light up, and she once again grips you by the throat, that softness gone from her face, touch, and gaze. “You’re right. You haven’t. But you may want to after what I have planned for your disobedience.” She squeezes once more, tossing you onto the bed next to her. “Face the wall on your knees. Now.”

You hurry to obey, kneeling on the pillows with your hands on your knees. You wait, excitement and little bit of worry fluttering in your chest. You knew something was up with Deimos, but you knew better than to ask or address it, but also… she tended to use sex to get out her emotions. If she was lonely, sad, or insecure, she tends to give orgasm after orgasm, as though making you feel good redeemed her in some way. But if she was frustrated, angry, or downright murderous, you tended to get punishments that had you begging for mercy. Something about today told you that you may be getting the latter.

Behind you, Deimos joins you on the bed, stripped of her golden armor. She leans you forward, tying your hands to the headboard to make you hold onto the wood. “Because you touched yourself before I allowed you to, your hands are going to stay here.” Her words are whispered into your ear, hands coasting up your arms to rest on your shoulders. “Repeat that.”

“Because I touched myself before I was allowed to, my hands are going to stay tied on the headboard.” You say, keeping your eyes locked on the wall.

“Are you sorry that you did it?”

“Mhm.” You nod.

“No you aren’t.” She pulls on your hair, tugging your head back to look her in her eyes. “You’re not sorry. You did something you weren’t supposed to do, and now you’re going to regret it.” She lets your head drop, then goes about tying your legs to keep you in a kneeling position.

There was something about her tone, the way she said it, that set alarm bells off in your mind. “Deimos-“

“Quiet. I didn’t tell you that you could speak.” She snaps, spanking your ass once, stinging the flesh a bit and making you yelp. Something was wrong. That’s it.

“No. We’re ending this.” You say, though your voice shakes. “Sword, Deimos. Sword. Stop.”

Her hands stop in their ministrations, shaking a bit, though you couldn’t tell if it was fury or embarrassment or something else. You had never pulled out the word during a punishment before, and despite your love for her, you were unsure if she would obey the one command you had over her.

She then unties your hands and legs silently, not looking at you, not speaking. Then she goes to move away, and you know that if you let her, you’ll never know what is wrong.

You catch her wrists, turning on the bed to do so. “Sit with me? Sit with me, Deimos.” You plead, holding onto her like it was the last thing you could do.

She sits on the bed, avoiding your gaze until you turn her face. You don’t have to say anything, and neither does she. You recognize the deep pain in her eyes, the bottled up insecurity and fear that she keeps locked down deep inside. Usually, it only came out when the Ghost or Chrysis intervened, shooting verbal or physical barbs into her to knock her down and hurt her. But Chrysis was long dead, and Aspasia had been dealt with and conquered.

“Tell me.” You whisper, holding her face tenderly. “What good is a priestess if her god is unhappy?”

“You have no fault in my pain.” She admits gently, leaning into your hands. It surprises you. She never gives into your requests to talk like this. “But I fear… I fear for our future together. Despite the fact that we are no longer hindered by outside forces.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am…” She pauses, and it’s heavy with the vulnerability she is showing you. “I do not regret… anything. Killing my brother, my mother… the traitors of the Cult. It means that I am untainted by their corruption, that I will be able to protect you from the forces that would seek to destroy the Cult and myself. You are my… most precious treasure, my beautiful, protected secret.” Her head rests on your shoulder, and you take her in your arms, though she does not relax or melt into you as you would so desire.

“Yet you are still in danger. You love me. You are the first to love me as I am. The only to love me as I am. And the ones that have loved me before, they are dead at my hands. Will you be next? Will I kill you in a fit of rage? Or worse, will you leave because you fear me so…” She whispers. “They have plagued my thoughts for so long, my brother and mother, and while they wanted to change me, they still…” You feel her frown, and her hands press into your skin, holding you close against her. She’s so tense, she’s shaking in your arms. You were scared, yes, but not for yourself. You have never seen her like this. Did you not understand the true depth of her turmoil?

“They loved me just as you love me. I fear I may hurt you. And I fear I already have.”

“You haven’t hurt me.” You promise. “I knew something was wrong… that’s why I stopped you. Deimos, I love you. And I know that… I know that you feel the same. I would never leave you, and you would never hurt me. They wanted to change you, make you something you’re not, make you mortal. They loved someone who doesn’t exist. Push the guilt from your shoulders. Push the pain away. If they truly loved you, they will rest easy in the Fields of Hades knowing that you are held by someone who loves you in ways they could not.”

In response, you get silence from your lover, but you get even more than that. She melts into you, pushing you down into the mattress with her weight as she finally relaxes into your hold. You press your hands into her back, feeling her heart beat slow into calmness. Her breath evens out from the panic it was, and she holds you in a way you haven’t been held by her.

“I want to make you divine.” She whispers. “No longer a priestess, but my wife, forever in divinity. Forever protected, worshipped the way you deserve, by the people… by me. If you would have that.”

“Your wife.” You respond. “I would love… I would love to be your wife, my love. My goddess. My Deimos.”

“Your Deimos…” She whispers. Unbeknownst to you, her turmoil slows, dissipating until there’s barely any of it left as you hold her. Kassandra of Sparta is no more, the woman that Alexios and Myrrine had hoped she could be was vanquished in the force of your love, your acceptance, your divinity. Deimos, the God of Fear that walks amongst mortals, remains, safe in your arms and your hold.

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mirroringshards · 3 months

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i think the worst thing about mental health advocates online is how much they do not fucking care about and genuinely HATE actual mentally ill people.

people advocate for mental health issues but, if you have symptoms that affect another person youre cut off and treated like a monster.

if youre mentally ill you are not allowed to be less than perfect because then youre "the reason your disorder is so demonized".

if you try to explain yourself or your disorder you get "your mental health isnt an excuse", "stop excusing what you did".

if your symptom isnt normal, if you have an actually bad symptom and not just an "uwu quirky x3" one youre demonized and treated like a monster because "oh! erm.. thats toxic.."

if you cope in a way that appears weird to others youre viewed as weird. cringe. a bad person.

and god forbid a minor have sexual thoughts because of trauma.

ask to vent, dont trauma dump, dont say a single negative thing because it might trigger someone. dont complain, dont vent publicly, dont post your intrusive thoughts it might trigger someone. cover up your scars, "keep that shit to yourself", "leave it in the notes app" because it might trigger someone or cause someone discomfort.

and god forbid a consenting adult be into rough kink because of trauma. god forbid anyone have any symptom of mental illness that is deemed as "weird" or "not normal". god forbid mentally ill people be weird or unnormal.

we arent normal and you know that. stop acting like we are and stop acting like we have to be to please others. i am done caring about the comfort of ableists.

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crxshed-skxlls · 9 months

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Hiiii I'm being anon since I've never done a request before and I'm mildly embarrassed about it KJHFUIOG

do you think you could do something with eyeless jack? either just nsfw hcs or even a fic! i guess to add any suggestions for a fic maybe ej breaking into the reader's home? Could also have dub-con and breeding elements to it if you'd like! Though you can do whatever! ^^ (also gn reader if that's ok!)

OVERALL THOUGH I've been enjoying reading your content n stuff so far and ty for reading this even if you don't do the idea! :D

Word count:

Ooo very intriguing request. Don't worry Anon, your sins are my command 🙏 (my apologies if this isn't the best; it's my first time writing with a gn!reader)

— ❝ Home Invasion

Eyeless Jack x Gn!reader

Word count: 2k+

Plot: You were having an ordinary night, slowly slipping into your bed to a sweet slumber. Little did you know, an unwelcoming visitor gives you a sinful surprise.

NSFW tags: Dubcon, breeding, mating press, knife play, primal elements, bloodplay, biting, implied voyuerism, praise, Masochism elements

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It was a dark, brisk night. The cold air of the night tickles for body as you lay in your bed. You lay peacefully bliss to your surroundings as you slip into a slumber, your breathing slow as you sigh. You had a long day, and you were ready to get some shut-eye. However, you had been tossing and turning from the uncomfortable chill of the room. You feel a subtle presence in your room, like prying eyes watched you, but you thought it was your anxieties about the dark night. It took a little while, but you finally slip out of consciousness, eyes fluttering shut as you slip away.

Though, your gut told you right. A dark figure lurked out your window, careful not to draw attention to him. His features muted except for his cobalt blue mask with signature black eye holes. He watches you toss and turn, only for you to lose consciousness. He licked his lips as he prowls, silently opening your window you so obliviously forgot to lock. He lifts the frame with a click sound, quietly stepping into your room. You flinch in your sleep as you hear the subtle shift of your window closing, turning to where your back pressed into your mattress.

Jack looks around, silently slipping to your bed. He looks down at you, his soulless sockets peering onto your sleeping form. He grabs the corner of your plush blanket, slipping the cloth off of your form. You mumble something in your slumber, shifting in your sleep. Jack has watched you many times before, knowing how much of a heavy sleeper you are. The noirette continued his prowl, getting on top of you gently. He straddles your hips, looking down at your figure with a small grunt. He licks the dried blood from his stained teeth as he slips your shirt up slightly, revealing your abdomen with ease.

You shutter under the taller being, humming as his hand traces your stomach. Jack soon takes out his knife, examining the thin blade made for incisions. Jack groans quietly as his stomach fills with a familiar warmth, the uncomfortable fabric sticking to his growing member. The uttered thought of watching you so vulnerable made his head reel with sinful thoughts. It wasn't long before your eyes start to flutter, which made Jack tense. Your eyes open quickly as you see the unwanted stranger, though there was a sharp feeling to your neck before you dare utter a word. Jack keeps his knife to your throat, leaning in to your face slightly. Your adrenaline made you wide awake as he traces the blade faintly on your skin, making tears prick your terrified eyes.

Jack smirks at your body's reactions, his head tilting to the side. You watch as his soulless eyes prey upon your form. You shiver, closing your eyes. He let's out a small a chuckle, tracing the blade down to your chest. You don't dare utter a word, the silence filling up the air. It wasn't long until his grim voice spoke, his voice in a rough tone.

" You're pretty for prey, don't you know? "

He breathes, letting the blade snag at your shirt. He watches as some of the cloth rips under the blade, making you shiver under his grasp. You feel your body become a little flush under the compliment, his rough voice melting at your scared thoughts. You want to shake him off, tell him to stop, but this was something you had been anticipating for a while. It was a weird fantasy of yours that not a lot of people understood, but you thought it was arousing with the unexpectedness that lingered around the thought of a break in. Jack interrupts your thoughts as you hear a tear sound, noticing the blade tear halfway down your shirt. It revealed your collarbones and part of your chest, making the man bite his lip under his mask.

" You're body structure is in great proportions, you know? Great for me to take in.. "

" Why are you doing this? "

You say in a hushed whisper, your soft voice ringing in his ears. It wasn't long until you realized the surprise in Jack's pants however, feeling it throb against his clothing. He pauses his movements, looking at your face. It wasn't long before he lifts a part of his mask with a dark chuckle. Your eyes widen at the inhuman features, his sharp teeth visible in his grin. His grayish features shimmered in the moonlight, dried blood visible on his face. Your hands ball into fists as he leans into your neck.

" Simple. You caught my eye from a greater distance, love. Ever since, it's been hard not to think about how lovely you would look tainted in your own blood. "

His soft tone as he explains to you was both frightening and arousing. The way his words coaxed you in an uncomfortable arousal left you to whimper under him. You never knew such an intruder that had a soft side to his words. You gasp as you feel his tongue lap at your neck, pressing in all the right places.

" Be good for me.. And you might walk off with your organs in tact. Understood? "

" M- mhm.. "

You nod and stiffen under his words, letting out a hushed moan as his tongue traces your collarbones. Jack grunts as he gets between your legs, hungrily nipping at your neck with his teeth. You moan out as you feel his erection press against your sensitive crotch, making him smile on your neck. You yelp suddenly as you feel a sharp pain signal down your spine. Your hands instinctively tug at Jack's back, feeling his sharp teeth bite harshly into your soft skin. He moans at your cries, listening curiously as they turn into moans. As his teeth release from your neck, he laps out the thick blood that spilled out.

It wasn't deep enough to hit an artery or anything, but it definitely was deep. You moan at the twinges of pain, gripping the figure's Hoodie. Jack moans as well, pulling up slightly. Your tear glazed eyes were able to make out the messy blood on Jack's lips, making your face flush a little red. Jack grins at your figure, licking his lips. You shiver tenderly as you watch him lick the blood off his lips.

" I didn't realize you were a such a masochist now.. After all, there's only so much I can see from your windows. "

You gulp as tears spill from your face, panting from the twinges of want and need. You knew this was crazy, the back of your mind berated you for wanting such a monster. However your body clouded any sane thought your brain could come up with. The way he teased and admitted to watching you made you squirm slightly, feeling a little more nervous if anything. You soon get snapped into reality as Jack takes off your pants, along with your undergarments. You squirm more, your hands shifting to Jack's chest as you slightly push. Jack let's out a guttural growl, his eyes piercing into your gaze. You gulp as you watch his blade come up to your neck again, making you whimper out as your hands fall down onto your mattress.

" What happened to being good, huh? "

Jack comments, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. You shiver with uncertainty, but as soon as Jack makes a small incision on your chest makes you moan out in surprise. You hiss from the twinge of pain, but Jack just chuckles at you. He licks at the small cut, making you moan out again in a more pleasurable tone. You soon hear an unzipping sound, making you tremble slightly under Jack. You knew what was coming, and there was no point for your aching body to fight back. You feel as Jack sighs in a somewhat relief, letting his member spring from his denim jeans. You audibly gasp as his cock hits your abdomen teasingly, looking at the sheer size made you flush a deep red.

" Awwh, like what you see darling? "

Jack snickers at your actions as you watch his cock twitch. He soon positions himself to your hole, pressing the tip to your ass. You look up at Jack with a doe eyed expression, earning a groan from the man. You soon yelp out as you feel Jack slam into you with one strong push, causing twinges of pain and pleasure to fill your body. Jack growls as you clench to his length, using one of his hands to stabilize himself. You feel him slowly pull about halfway out of you, just for him to thrust back into you. You both moan out as he sets a rough pace.

" F- fuck- "

" Yeeah, tha- hah- that's right. Take it. "

You hear Jack mutter out loud as you feel his dick press into all your sweet areas, causing you to shamelessly moan. He growls almost animalistically as he slams into you, moving to your neck to bite into the same mark he left on your skin. You yell out with breathy moans and pleas for more, but Jack continues to lick and suck at the blood that taints your tender skin. You tremble under him as you feel your body reaching a climax, whimpering out as he thrusts into you. You hitch your breath as Jack hooks your shaky legs to his shoulders, borrowing his dick deep inside of you. You let out moans and mewls as he aims for all your sweet spots, your back arching as you press against him. It wasn't long before you end up coming onto him, choking out more moans. Jack groans as your body tenses around him, earning you a stifled laugh from him.

" Awwh f- uck– you really think were- ngh- done yet? "

Jack grins into your skin as he slams into you, hearing your sultry moans and slapping sounds from his movements. You shake under him as he keeps going, holding you in this mating press as he growls and bites at your skin. You feel as if your ascending as your stomach bubbles and prepares for another climax. You give him choked out pleas, begs but none were answered. You hear Jack muttering in your ears about all the things he could do to you, possessive statements ringing through your body.

" Sh- shit– get ready doll.. I'll make sure you'll– haah– be mine. "

He hisses in your ears as he chases his climax. You let your arms fly up to grasp at his Hoodie again, whimpering as you both chase your orgasms. Jack groans as he slams his dick all the way in your poor hole, his hips sputtering as he splashes white ropes inside of you. You tremble from your final orgasm, spasming as his hips sputter for a final time. The room once filled with slapping and moaning sounds is now filled with pants and breathy moans. Your legs tremble against Jack before he peacefully rests your legs back down to your bed. Jack bites his lip as he pulls out of you, watching as some of his semen dribble out of your cute hole.

You pant as you feel a sudden tiredness flood over you from all the midnight activity. Jack pulls you in for a bittersweet kiss, making you taste a mixture of himself and your blood. You whimper in his mouth as you feel his sharp teeth as he explores your mouth. He soon breaks the wet kiss with a smirk, a beaded mixture of your salivas connected together. The string breaks as he pulls himself up, getting out from between your legs as you weakly watch. He gets off your bed, watching your limp body as its covered in bodily fluids. Soon, in a timid manner almost, Jack pulls up the covers for you.

He tucks you in, giving you a warm sensation as your eyes droop in and out of your tired focus. He kisses your forehead, slipping his mask into place as he stands beside your bed. You look at the figure shining in the moonlight, his blue features vibrant. He has a soft gaze on you as you tiredly close your eyes, slipping into your polite slumber again.

" You did so well, angel… Sweet dreams. "

The last mumbles of praise leaves his soft lips as you hear him faintly walk to your window. As he opens the window, you quickly fade into the nonchalant darkness of your subconscious. Your mind echoed his soft words with endearment rather than unsettlment, peacefully passing your subconscious in your sweet dreams. You look at this night in endearment, hoping to see that familiar face again one day..

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