#🕯️let's go public!

[k0yaz]

hey can you do a clorinde fanfic, where there’s a party in Fontaine and she gets like jealous of the amount of attention we’re getting from other people. And she like takes the reader to a private place to blur out her protectiveness but we like tease her about being jealous so she ends up confessing😻 (sorry this was long af💀)

sweet nothings.

Pairings: clorinde x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, jealousy, alcohol mention, weird guy trying to hit on u idk, teeny tiny bit of clorinde getting violent woah, protective grape lady awawawawa, uh oh she gets mad at for a sec, confessions idk??? GIRLS KISSING WEEWOOOWEEWOOO, navia is so lucky fr ngl, not proofread

A/N: WAAA IM OUT OF TEA 🕯️ oooo I like this emoji also navia is so lucky to have this woman I’m crying

Indistinct chatter circled the room of the banquet hall upon entering, making your eyes glance from side to side to observe the lavish interior of the hall. Each corner of the luxurious enclosure was packed to the brim with crowds of well dressed men and women, all standing upright in a distinctive manner, almost seeming insincere in their sophisticated habits. You blinked as you felt a shoulder push up against yours, brushing your silk clothing from behind. Clorinde made her way beside you, gently pushing her way through the congested crevices of the crowd.

“Mm. It took you long enough.” You snickered, earning an unamused scoff from Clorinde as she folded her arms to observe the atmosphere of the space. Despite being the champion duelist of Fontaine, Clorinde was never a huge fan of posh celebrations with many people. It wasn’t that she reserved from crowds or sheepish when interacting with other people, as being the champion duelist often would include public display before many.

Rather, it was the nagging feeling she would experience whenever some rich snob would enthusiastically speak with you, brushing his or her hand along your shoulder with a noticable covetous look in their eyes. The disgusting intentions behind their friendly demeanor made her want to circle her arm around your waist and pull you flush against her, making it clear for said person to take their hands off of you. Plus, the crowds furnishing said area would bring a sort of unease to her in a way, discomforting her when seeing the off-putting facades of others to keep up their image.

You immediately grasped Clorinde’s gloved hand, squeezing her palm flush against yours as your fingers locked between hers. Feeling her tense hand relax, you flashed her a sweet smile, attempting to reassure her that she wouldn’t have to worry about anything. That this party was just going to be a quick come and go event the two of you were invited to. She reluctantly nodded, bringing her free hand up and pushing her hat back to crease her forehead slightly.

“Sorry. There’s nothing you need to worry about. You can just enjoy yourself, (Name).” She replied, trying to uphold her stoic front in an attempt to hide any strong emotions. You shrugged in response, letting go of her hand as you decided to not look too much into Clorinde’s words. After all, she hasn’t been the most expressive person around. Yet nevertheless, she was your friend whom you cared so deeply for—so it wouldn’t hurt to keep a quick eye on her every moment or so to make sure she was fine. After all, you didn’t want anyone trying to snatch up your charming lady.

“If you say so, Clorinde.”

You forced your way through the cramped groups of people in the hall, finding your way to the alcohol station on the other side of the room. Looking over your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy wrenching your chest upon seeing Clorinde already partaking in a conversation with a stranger. You shook your head, pushing your way to the alcohol station in order to concern yourself with how you were going to spend your own time here.

A thin glass of champagne suddenly slid your way, slightly hitting your elbows situated on the table. You perked up, a little perplexed at the sudden glass filled with freshly filled champagne before you. Did this hall have some sort of strange automatic serving system?

“I’m up here.”

A low voice called out, placing a hand on the table before you as you heard the click of a tongue. Looking up, you were met with the sight of a seemingly wealthy man eyeing you as he poured himself another glass of champagne. You paused, raising an eyebrow before delivering him an awkward smile, shrinking back slightly as he gave you an uncomfortably friendly grin. “Ah. Thanks for the drink.” You hesitated, bringing the glass to your lips as you sipped the alcohol, averting your eyes from the strangely amiable man.

Before long swarms of people circled around you, showering you with attention and flattery as you let out a hearty laugh at their praises. Your face was flushed from the drinks that you had, your….sixth? Seventh..? You didn’t even know which one it was as you let out a laugh from everyone speaking to you with such a profound interest in you. All of a sudden, you noticed that same man who slid you that drink about an hour ago push his way through the array of people bundled up before you, shouldering past them until he stood directly in front of you with a rather odd expression you couldn’t put your finger on.

You raised an eyebrow as he took your hand abruptly, his own face flushed as well. The crowd seemed to part themselves from the two of you, with others on the side also noticing the exchange between you two. Raising an eyebrow, you squinted your eyes as you felt his other hand rest upon your shoulder, a sort of unsettlingly craving sense present in his expression. “What are you even doing…?” You drawled out, not thinking to push him off immediately due to your senses still being foggy. He just let out a hum as his fingers tightened into your shoulder, making you wince from the slight ache.

Your eyes flickered with a slight twinge of distasteful revulsion as he leaned in uncomfortably close to your face, trying to close the distance every time you repelled back from his face.

All of a sudden, he skidded backwards against the floor, being driven back away from you as a shocked expression adorned his face. Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise, not expecting to see Clorinde directly behind him, fingers firmly grasping the back of his collar. Her deadpan eyes pierced into him, leaving a hanging silence in the whole hall upon seeing the whole fiasco pan out before them.

After what seemed like centuries of silence among the party, Clorinde’s low voice broke through the silence as you could sense her annoyance from the way she glared down at the man—who was pathetically scrambling away from her to his own safety. “Get. Away from her.” She hissed, her tone laced with venom. You felt her hand grasp your arm and yank you away from the center of the crowd, hundreds of eyes still fixated on you and tracking your movement as Clorinde dragged you outside the banquet hall.

Once outside, Clorinde rested her arms along the stone lining of the balcony, the cool air grazing your skin as the continued chatter resumed behind you. The muffled noise resounding from the banquet hall was the least of your worries as you saw the duelist reclined against the balcony, eyes aimlessly focused on random sights below the elevated platform. Not understanding the sudden protective action she took, you staggered over to her, step still slightly wobbly from the alcohol in your system.

“Pfft..are you still gonna act like you didn’t just drag me out like a jealous girlfriend-?” You beamed, face tinted a muted red as you leaned against the railing on one arm to grin in Clorinde’s direction. She only huffed in response, lowering her hat bashfully and avoiding eye contact with you.

“He was forcing himself onto you.”

“Ha! No he just thought wrong. I would’ve pushed him away if I wasn’t screwed up right now.”

She grit her teeth in irritation, grasping the white-rocked stone railing. Taking notice of this, the corners of your mouth only raised into an amused smile as you decided to tease her further. “Jeez Clorinde, you’re acting like you’re in love with me or something from how jealous you are-!”

“Because I am!”

She suddenly snapped, looking over at you with a hardened scowl scrunching up her face. You flinched slightly, not expecting the upfront and straightforward expression. Clorinde took a moment to herself, hissing out a frustrated sigh to compose herself as she pinched her nose.

“Hold on. You love me..?” You began with a perplexed look written all over you, slowly pointing your finger toward yourself as if you were trying to affirm that it was in fact you. She let out a sigh of resignation, finally being able to meet your eyes as she took your hands in hers. The breeze swayed her deep purple hair along her face, making her look absolutely breathtaking as her violet eyes softened. Her hold on your palms grew firm, yet tender as she murmured out.

“I do. I don’t know how long I’ve felt like this toward you, (Name). But I do love you.”

The words fell from her lips in a velvety voice that echoed in your mind, making you take a moment to process the sweet statement Clorinde had just uttered. It took a moment to collect yourself. Your face was still bright red, but you weren’t sure it was still from the alcohol now.

“Ugh..why didn’t you just tell me?! I love you too, Clorinde..” you scoffed. Unbelievable. There’s no way she hid this from you for so long. “And I’m not just saying that. The guy was ugly anyway.”

A soft chuckle escaped Clorinde, making her finally smile as her face was dusted with a soft hue of red as well. Without hesitation, her breath fanned against your cheek as she leaned in, dangerously close to your face. Unlike with that odd man in the crowd, you didn’t back away from Clorinde’s touch. Instead, you only leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the warm embrace of her breath hitting your flushed skin.

Your eyes shot open as she pecked a quick kiss to the corner of your lip, a slightly skeptical look crossing your features as you expected more.

“In what way was that fair-?” You huffed, only causing Clorinde to stifle an amused laugh in reply. “Maybe when we get home, love.” She affirmed, making your mind race for a brief moment at her promise. You giggled and cupped her cheeks as her nose brushed against yours, closing your eyes in bliss as the wind delivered a relaxing cold breeze. You sighed softly, pulling away as you straightened your ruffled clothing and hair and took Clorinde’s hand in yours. Both of your gentle expressions harbored a palpable romantic atmosphere between the two of you, the looks on the two of you being equivalent to whispering sweet nothings.

You hummed to yourself as Clorinde brought your hand up, pressing a soft kiss upon your rigid knuckles.

“Let’s just go home, yeah?”

A/N: IM SORRY IT WASNT EXACTLU WHAT YOU REQUESTED I READ IT WRONG also my hair is so oily rn I need to wash it

[applesontheground]

so far away, come on home🕯️

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY FIVE - PUSSY SLAPPING

again, still playing catchup, but i'm going back to a couple classic crushes as we round this month of utter, unbridled thirst out. missed this backwoods babe (along with his brother if you're a sinclair fan in general like yours truly), and since i do so much of him being a sweetheart in my other works...let's mix it up, let's make him a little meaner this time around. for posterity!

...just a little, though. i tend to project my trauma onto this man in specific, so mind the warnings before proceeding. (i don't delve into anything terribly specific, obviously, but ykwim).

NSFW | Word Count: 2,375 | Lester Sinclair x Female Reader contains MILD DUBCON, ex-boyfriend lester/mentions of previous abuse & relationships, public sex, degradation, hatefucking, slapping, biting, middle name headcanon jumpscare, bo sinclair guest star appearance (audience boos) 🎼: x, x

You had figured a good place to find old friends, some solace while off the grid, would be a dive bar you frequented maybe ten, almost fifteen years before. You didn’t care if you saw people from high school. So long as it wasn’t familiar faces from your current circles.

Getting out of relationships was an ordeal, and you figured with your own values (besides the tendency to run when things got too heavy) that it should be that earth-shattering when you had loved hard enough, fully. Still, you were now wounded in ways you had to learn to live with all over again.

It wasn’t the first rodeo, at the very least.

In fact, it wouldn’t hurt to find some old roots sticking out of the ground. You had grown up in a small town nearby, now off the map and surrounded by forest – and while you weren’t eager to travel that way, you could do the bar that you liked to trek out to when you finally got your own car, looking old enough to not be asked twice if you went before you were twenty one. The bar had something to drown everything outside of who you were when you left Louisiana, and bring you back to a reflection that was more familiar. Someone not so bruised by abrasive voices, opinions that swept a personality to the wayside when you stood beside it, a decade of living.

Sitting down, you ordered a shot of whiskey, and a chaser when the older woman serving you gave you a look. “You’re right. I’m not that tough,” You joked, getting her to laugh, but as she turned, and your eyes took in the rest of the room – you recognized someone in the corner by the billiards table.

He had been looking at you since you walked in, uncertain if it was who he really thought he was seeing until you met eyes with him. [Y/e/c]s as harsh as the day he last peered into them, and as fearful now as he had hoped they would be upon meeting again. You tensed up, standing again as soon as you had tried to sit and realizing how fucking stupid this idea could be in the case of him.

Not that root, you concurred in mild horror as the small glass and can of soda was set down in front of you, and you fought a smile.

He looked away, taking hold of the keys hanging off his belt. You downed the shot, smiling with a pained face from the alcohol but playing it off. A perfect lie to hide from the real reason you were reeling physically. Hearing the pool balls break, you thanked the bartender and set a bill that was far too generous for just one spurt of liquor and murmured quickly, “Keep the change, thanks again.”

You slid through the back doors, a chain smoker holding it open for you which you thanked in a hurry, but as you went off the sidewalk and rushed back to your car, regret gripping you by the stomach hard and cursing this idea now that you saw you would just run into another fucking ex-boyfriend – he had you by the shoulder.

“I have a knife.” You warned immediately, flinching out of his hold as he turned you around. He was far angrier up close, and seethed, voice ten years older and still in a somewhat loose drawl, “I do, too, [Y/N].” He grabbed you by the shirt, and to your horror the truck he was driving nowadays was parked right next to yours.

You considered yelling, but noticed he wasn’t grabbing his keys anymore as he adjusted his belt again.

“So, what the hell brought you back?” He lamented, “I was doin’ just fine ‘til I saw your face again.” His nails dug into your hips, fumbling with your belt now and shivering from rage. “Remember me, dontcha?”

“Lester Lee Sinclair.” You breathed, “And I didn’t think you made it out this far from Ambrose, so sorry we had to see each other.” You pushed his hand off your hip, but it reattached at your throat now, and he murmured, “She’s sorry now, is she?”

“Knock it off.” You grabbed his wrist, and although he shook at the contact he squeezed harder, but you choked out, “I’m running from enough trashy dudes as is, don’t need you back in that mess.”

He refused to let go, taking hold of your crotch now and muttering, “No. No, we ain’t done here. Ain't been done for ten goddamn..."

He was distracted for a moment, but when you clenched your thighs around his hand, he pulled off again in a change of heart, face taut as he tried to keep looking disgusted by you. Still, when you tried to push him away a second time, he only drove a knee in place against your seam.

“I’d call you a tramp if I didn’t-“ He stopped again, slapping you below the belt and making you jump hard, fighting against him again but getting pinned against the truck by your shoulders, and he spit it out with another push against your body with his chest. “If I didn’t want you so bad still.”

Your eyes widened, and although your knee was out and now dug into his stomach, you didn’t push. He sighed, but when you moved your leg you muttered, “Well, lucky for both of us, I could use a good fuck after the shit I’ve been through since we last saw each other.”

He froze up, looking at you before looking down at your chest. Then, without another word, he put his lips on yours. It wasn't a loving one, one that asked how dare you mention that last time. It was the same grimy hints of tobacco and that nasty cinnamon whiskey he liked – something you had outgrown, but obviously not Lester. His hands stopped at your chest, feeling the size of your breasts, almost comparing them from the days of fooling around as teenagers.

He undid your belt, and your hands fumbled down to undo his. “Right here?” You then grumbled, a trail of spit still connecting your bottom lip to his. He muttered, “I ain’t taking you home, so it’s here or in the bushes." He smiled, nodding now, "Should fuck you in that nasty ass bathroom back at the bar."

“Still a gentleman,” You tsked, but nipped at his neck before finding his cock, grabbing hard and making whatever insult he had loaded melt into a furious, shivering moan in your ear. “Dirty lil' dog learned some new tricks.” He retorted, but he had fingers in your panties now, feeling your entrance in the rhythm he still had down, the one that always got to you fast.

“God damn, didn’t forget.” You gasped, but soon he was pulling your pants down a little further, your eyes fluttering to the bar just across the small parking lot before he slapped your cunt again, making you jerk in his hold and let out a yelp from behind clenched teeth.

“[Y/N]-“ He slapped again, watching your eyes roll. “[M/N]-“ He continued in a low grumble, seeing you fall forward but pushing your shoulder against his truck’s window again as his hand connected with your pussy. “[L/N].” He delivered a third slap, making you stand on your toes and finally cry out, unable to keep your mouth shut.

“Shhh, now if we get caught-“ He smiled at you, “That’s public indecency.”

You held the back of his neck, and sputtered, “Shut the fuck up, you’re the one doing this to me.” You bit him, leaning in to nip at his throat again between babbles into his skin, feeling him shudder all the while. “It’s fine, I can take a hit. Just do what you gotta.”

He threw the door to his truck open, pushing you back and making your back bend an uncomfortable amount. Another haul got your backside up on the passenger seat. He gave one wary glance out the other window to make sure no one was leaving the building just a few yards away from where he was parked, but then pushed your shirt up to see your bra, feel your soft stomach that trembled under his touch.

"Shit, don't shake." He crawled between your legs, one leg planted on the floor of the truck as he towered over, "I ain't gonna hurt ya too bad." You smiled, bracing and anticipating another hit.

Instead, his hands were on either side of your legs, feeling up to your knees and just staring down, mouth open.

He fumbled his cock free, prodding skin against skin now and making you sigh deeply. He poked around, hands coming over to hold the center console your head was trying to lay comfortably against.

"C-" He stopped himself, and you whispered back, "What, gonna call me another nasty name?"

"Can't..." He pushed into you with a shift of his hips, hands shaking as they white knuckled the space by your ear, "Can't hurt you too badly 'fore I start feelin' awful, [Y/N]." He pulled out slightly, but his expression shook as he pushed back in just as suddenly, beginning to rut. "Even if you deserve it."

Your eyes stared up, smile gone before your hands now rested on his stomach, and you just let him pound you, back searing in pain from the bend as his eyes screwed shut, soft names from both of your youths coming back to him. "Angel, baby... You're still the best pussy 've ever gotten."

His lean stomach muscles began twitching, shaking violently as he looked at you. You mouthed the words, It's okay. Then, swallowing again you whimpered, "Cum inside me, baby. It's okay."

He fell forwards, head inches from yours in another kiss, and it almost sounded like weeping as he moaned and licked into your mouth, hips fluid as he bottomed out over and over, rode the sensation through his release and enjoyed your shivering back, hands on his neck again as you met his kisses with the same ravenous pull.

The two of you disconnected quickly after a few long beats of tangling in each other, not making eye contact as you found his cigarettes under the passenger seat. A place he kept them when he started smoking at 14, you remember it clearly.

Standing outside between your car and truck, you smoked in silence with him. He looked up again, but you didn't meet his eyes, staring at the tire behind him, shy to address him now after so much vulgarity. Your pussy hurt, and it was going to hurt for a couple days, but you almost enjoyed that reminder that you still could get so much from a guy like him.

“How many?”

“What?”

“Said, how many?” He shook his head, “Won’t be mad, just wanna know.”

“Two,” You looked out into the street, watching a car pass with their brights flashing against your face, “And believe me, they don’t know anything about me anymore.” You turned, and mentioned, “I run in the other direction until I can’t after breakups. You know that. Don’t go crawling back to my exes…” You smirked, “Normally.”

He tilted his head at that, “Then, what about me?”

You stared at him, and when he looked over to see the twinge in your expression, you reminded him, “I…I hadn't thought I’d see you here. Even after all these years.” You smiled, but it was forced on your face, making your cheeks ache slightly, “Not a normal night for me, if you couldn’t tell.”

He pushed off the door, now coming over to face you and throwing his cigarette on the ground. “Nah?” He then goaded, standing toe to toe with you. You grinned at him, making him do it in turn as you parroted. “Nah.”

“What’d you mean by…?” He then asked, slacking against you in a way that pinned you to the side of his truck again, albeit more defeated than furious. Your jaw fell open, looking at the asphalt, but then swallowed it and replied, “Nothing I want to repeat, Lester.” You shook your head, “Just…know it’s best no one knows where I am. No men, no friends…” You looked to his chest, noting the different sunspots and freckles you were catching now between this night and the last time you had seen him. “Just Lester Lee.”

His eyes bore into you, but you looked back, and it was all you could offer before he leaned in. His arms pulled you off the metal of his truck bed, into him with hands on your back as he sighed into your shoulder. “God, [Y/N] …”

“Les!” You recognized the other voice calling from the sidewalk around the bar, ducking down to a crouch from an old instinct. You didn’t care for anyone else seeing you with your ex – especially his brothers. They were a pair you had been hiding from since you were kids, too.

“Lester!” Bo called again, and you watched the man let go of you. “What now?”

"Just wonderin' where you went, all pissed off and shit." He replied, and then asked, "Look, I'm gettin' tired. We gonna head back soon?"

"Sure. Meant to ask, we got room for one more?" He then asked, tugging your shirt and getting you to slowly stand. He added, giving your ass a squeeze from behind the truck, "Jus' for tonight, promise."

He looked you over, and when you cleared your throat and tried to think of what to say, he smiled slowly and said enough to know things were clicking in his head along with his hands settling on his hips.

“Well, look who decided to come home.”

[romanoffsbish]

Love Me ‘Til I’m Black and Blue

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Manipulative—Mean(Hurt)/Possessive Natasha | Alluded to Drinking | Violence | Smut w/“Minimal” Plot(whatever that means for me lmao) | Angst (Happy Ending)

Smut: Krolick / Slut (R/🐇) | Rough | Bondage (R) | Panty/Ball Gag | Spanking | Temp Play 🕯️🧊| Choking | Teasing | Marking | Strap(R) | Oral (R) | Fingering (R) | Degradation | Overstimulation | Blood / Violence 😀 | Self-Indulgent Fic 🥰

18+ | Minors DNI | Labeled/Please Don’t Report

WC: 4,220

Natasha kneaded the flesh of your ass, she was sweet with her touches, but you knew better than to trust the tenderness. All the redhead wanted was to destroy you wholly. To leave you a moaning, drooling mess, just so she could drag you back to the bar and show off her handiwork to all the patrons that ogled you.

More specifically, she'd throw you towards that bitch who had her tongue down your throat. She'd test her, tease her with the greatest temptation—you, just before she'd strike. Her reputation would remain intact as she'd stage it to seem like she was taking advantage of you.

Breaking Susie Q's nose would be warranted.

——

Fortunately she had the resolve to reel her impulses in, and the trained patience to take things with you painstakingly slow. Well, fortunate to the unsuspecting patrons, and for her, but to you not so much. For you it was all so incredibly daunting as you felt the cool breeze rush over your hot slick as it dripped down your thighs and onto the satin sheets.

"You're so beautiful krolick," she purred as her hands groped your ass particularly hard, you moaned wantonly when her fingers dipped down and grazed your folds and she chuckled huskily, "You're making such a fucking mess."

You felt pathetic, you tried to leave, and here you are with a body that worked against you.

"I'm going to enjoy ruining you Y/N, maybe once I'm done you'll remember who you belong to. Nobody will ever try and touch you again."

This was the worst kind of torture, the redhead had you tied to her bed with your ass up, back arched painfully, and legs spread wide open.

There was familiarity to it, a well practiced dance between the two of you, but you also felt something change in the overall energy.

It'd only been three weeks since she'd had you like this, before you left her without a word in the middle of the night because you wanted more than she was willing to offer. More than a night of bliss meant to be cloaked in secrecy.

Natasha had a hero's reputation to uphold, and you, well the only reputation you had was as the patron buying ben and jerry's at the 7/11 on the corner every other night around 2am.

There was never a reason to publicize her attachment to you, or so she hoped. You were her favorite, best kept secret until now. It was finally made public tonight when she, The Black Widow, was seen pulling you out of the nightclub with a dangerous glint in her eyes. It was obvious you weren't an enemy to any of the passerby's, but you were clearly in trouble.

"You thought you could just move on from us and that there wouldn't be any repercussions?"

You gasped as she slapped both your cheeks, then you whimpered as she dug her nails into the skin until she felt blood pooling beneath. "You're such a fucking slut Y/N, I have given you everything you could ever want, and need, but it's never enough. When will you learn?"

You shockingly cut her off, "Not everything!"

Natasha froze, you were feeling rather bold tonight. No matter, she'd fuck the fight out of you, just as she did every time you acted up.

Her hands started the night off with brutality. With every slap she let her anger shine, there was hardly a reprieve, and if there was one it was followed by a swift slicing of her nail. She only stopped when she heard your soft 'please' as that was an indicator you'd call out the safe word soon if she didn't move passed this part.

The redhead squeezed your hips reassuringly as her hands had glided up, then she soothed the open wounds of your bare ass with her warm tongue. "You're so fucking addicting!" Natasha loved the taste of you, it didn't matter whether it was your blood, sweat, glorious tears or purest essence, she was a fiend for it all.

Natasha was abrupt when she left your behind and moved to your side. You winced as the gust of air breezed over your welted, glistening ass leaving you to feel the rush of a harsh sting.

You peered up as best you could with your face smooshed to the bed, your eyes strained as you watched Natasha move in a flash. You heard more than you saw as the fabric slid down her body, and the bedside drawer had opened.

Then, as if Natasha was giving you a master lesson on senses, you felt her fingers press into your throat, gagging you as she shoved her wet panties into your mouth. Your body shivered as you tasted that addictive essence of hers.

"Gonna Pavlov your ass into remembering the only thing you should ever need," she sneered, "Maybe I'll keep you between my legs from now on, everywhere I go, your mouth follows."

Natasha chuckled as she watched you try to close your eyes to hide your arousal, but your hips twitched and you drooled over the ball gag she'd hastily placed into your mouth so you couldn't remove the panties. It was as if you couldn't help but to need to prove her right.

"There you go krolick, you're already behaving accordingly." Her fingers gently traced over the curvature of your face before she disappeared.

The next thing you heard was the faint sound of a flame being ignited, your body followed suit with goosebumps as you wondered what was going on behind you. Natasha watched with delight as you unconsciously squirmed.

She was standing behind you just out of sight with a burning candle in her hand. It was black upon first glance, but as the wax slowly melted it mixed with the bright red layered beneath to create a perfect crimson pool at her disposal.

"Try to stay still now, let's not ruin the sheets just yet detka, I'd rather let your juices do the bulk of that," she husked as her finger dragged up your spine from the tip of your tailbone. A bit of foreshadowing really since only seconds later had she tipped the candle and delighted in the way that the wax slid down your skin as you screamed out in muffled agony. "There you go detka, embrace the burn and feel just how I have felt ever since you walked out on me!"

The woman beamed when you sobbed harder, you should feel remorse for what you've done. Natasha was a sadist by design, but her heart was soft for you at the core, so within a minute (or two) of letting you endure the painful burn she was soothing, and shocking you, as she ran a piece of ice down the same trail of your spine.

The wax fully hardened once more, and you whimpered through the doubled gag to let her know you were appreciative as the cool water dripped down and soothed the agitated skin.

"See krolick?" Her frigid fingertips followed the trail of water to further soothe your sensitive skin. "I'd never ice you out like you did to me, all I want is for you to be happy; in my arms."

With your mind in a state of pure confusion on if this was pleasurable or not she added to it as she began littering the remaining exposed skin of your back with bruises and teeth marks. She smirked against you, relishing in the way that you moaned freely as she marked your skin up.

"I need to see you as I fuck you," she growled against the nape of your neck, her hips firmly pressed into the raging skin of your brutalized ass, and it was then you felt the massive cock.

Natasha flipped you onto your back with little warning, causing you to cry out as your nearly numb limbs were forcefully tangled as your restraints remained. Besides the gags that she swiftly removed and tossed across the room. You gasped at not only your overwhelming soreness, but also your access to breathing had been restored. Momentarily that was, because Natasha was not abstaining for a single second.

The woman was fierce as she slammed her lips into yours, her tongue explored your mouth for what felt like eons. Once she finally retracted the muscle her teeth came out to play. Pearly whites soon gnawed your lower lip between hers, she gave a deceitfully soft suckle to it before she pierced the sensitive layer of skin.

Natasha took great pleasure in feeling the gush against the back of her teeth, so she dared to bite down even harder and twist the lower lip up until your throat shook with a pitiful sob.

The familiar taste of iron flooded your mouth, Natasha pulled away just in time to see your eyes widen as you mulled over just how busted your lip must look. Only for your suspicions to be confirmed at the sight of her devilish grin, Natasha looked down with eyes that spoke of possession, and with teeth stained in crimson.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this," she beamed, "Completely at my mercy, my poor, defenseless krolick whatever will you do?"

The question was rhetorical, yet you felt bold enough to answer it. "Leave in the night again."

A harsh slap bounced off the walls of the room and you choked on your bloody saliva as your head flew into the strained muscle of your shoulder, further smearing blood on your body.

"Don't threaten someone who has you tied up, and could make the world forget you exist!"

For a moment everything stopped, you looked into her eyes and only saw traces of honesty. Natasha had never made such a threat before, you'd always had the opened door policy, but something in her eyes died with your words. It was as if she was out of compassion for you, as if you had committed a truly heinous crime.

Such as breaking her heart, something that's usually dealt with by a heartbeats sudden end. Her gaze alone told you that, but her sideways smirk whispered out it wouldn't be that easy.

Every last part of your mind, body and soul should've wanted to run, this wasn't healthy. You even willed your brain to formulate a plan of escape, but your body vehemently refused. Natasha worked you up well, and the feral lilt in her gaze only spurred your arousal on.

Deep down you knew she was hurting, and in the bedroom her anger almost always lead her movements. Whether it be after a mission, or upon seeing someone else near you, she would have you sprawled out beneath her and fucked dumb in minutes. The soft, intimate sex that told you Natasha loved you was rare, and only ever came on nights where she drank herself into a wine haze. The drink romanticized her.

Seeing you dancing with another made her deadly, you were learning jealousy wasn't always the safest bet, but you also knew that this was likely going to be life changing sex.

You were already excessively dripping for her.

Your heart also hoped it would bring about change elsewhere, but for now your mind was muddling with incessant need. Natasha could feel it as her lips hovered your racing pulse, she smirked against the skin, and you were caught.

"Your poker face could use some work, your words and your physiology don't align," her fingers taunted you as they dipped inside of your slick velvet warmth, caressing your walls with roughened fingertips, but never enough to suffice the burning desire for you to be filled.

"Admit that you're mine krolick, and I'll fuck your tight little hole, I can feel it pulsing," she chuckled when your body froze in defiance but your walls fluttered, "Don't deny yourself pleasure by being a stubborn bitch now Y/N..."

"I'm as much yours as you are mine Natasha," you retorted with a bitterness that left the redhead to roll her eyes at your cheeky reply, and to prove herself annoyed she slapped your cunt, making you scream at the brutal force in which your clit had just been assaulted with.

"Semantics are such a bitch." Natasha bit hard into your neck as she grumbled, "Just say what you mean, or keep your lips sealed shut slut."

Natasha hovered over you now, blood dribbling down her chin wearing a glare as sharp as her jawline. You could see in her eyes that she was battling over what to do next. Her hands rested lightly on your chest and her strap pressed into your thigh as she held back on ravishing you. Natasha wanted you to wait for your pleasure, the same way she'd waited for you to return.

"You're so pretty when you're quiet," she noted, then just as you went to pettily reply she wrapped her hand around your throat and a moan replaced your words. Getting caught in your throat as she cut your access to oxygen off fully. Natasha bit her lip as she saw your eyes filling with dread and a swirl of mistrust.

"Maybe I'll put you to sleep, and use you in peace," Natasha grinned devilishly when your eyes widened further in a clear plead. "This is a warning then, be a good girl if you want to be awake when I make your tense body release." Natasha winked, her harsh grip relented slightly, but it remained as she, without any warning, slammed her hips forward and filled your slick cunt with her thick silicone shaft.

The way the bulbous tip slammed into your cervix had you losing sight for a moment, your eyes crossed as your throat bobbed against her palm, and your back had arched all over again.

The redheads hips stilled as soon as they met yours, for a moment it was serene as her forehead pressed into yours. Her hand fell from your neck as she lost herself for a bit. Her shaky breaths fanned across your face, and you smiled at your obvious effect on the woman.

In some deluded way Natasha believed she could feel the squeeze of your cunt, her clit pulsed at the thought. It always drove her wild how your walls would hold her strap captive, even when you were as sopping wet as you were now. It gave her that desirable friction against her clit while it restricted her hips.

Once you sighed she knew she could move, so she took in a large inhale then slowly pulled the strap back out of you. You braced yourself for the storm that always followed the brief moment of calm, and in seconds your eyes were rolled back into the darkness of your mind as she set a brutal pace. Nothing but the white of your eyes was visible to the redhead.

Having you fucked out like this was something she took great pride in. No one would ever be able to satisfy you like she always did, and she knew you were just too stubborn to admit it.

But your body never failed to sing her praises. "Fuck," she groaned as your hips canted up and caused her thrusts to falter, "You see how your body moves with mine? It's because it knows its destined place is to be beneath mine. You're mine krolick!" The bed shook with just how powerful her thrusts had become, you knew she was probably thinking back to the bar.

Your heart grew guilty, and you gave in then. "Yours," you whimpered, and she instantly pressed her lips to yours as her hand weaved between your bodies. Daft fingers spread the peak of your cunt to expose your puffy clit, and she smirked against your parted lips as you screamed. The pleasure instantaneously took you over, a simple swirl of her thumb and you were gushing around her strap. Slick drenched the sheets, her thighs, and your ass as well.

Natasha didn't stop, she merely lifted your legs and kept going. You couldn't even catch your breath before she had your body building back up to a place of ecstasy with the deeper angle of each harsh thrust. Her sloppy thrusts told you that she was close herself and this was her simply chasing her release down without shame, and in turn rewarding you with more.

When Natasha came crashing down her face landed right in between your breasts, her breathing ragged for all of thirty seconds. The widow's stamina was alarming, she'd began to nip and suck as her hips shallowly thrusted. Keeping your cunt engaged as she slowly let her mouth love upon your sensitive breasts. 

"Natasha," you whimpered but she pulled away with a sweet smile, her lips pecked yours then she was gone completely. Her strap naturally slipped from inside of you, but just as quickly as you felt your cunt hollow out you were full again as she had kissed down your body in a giddy haste to reach your puffy slicked lips.

Natasha's tongue lapped at your folds, her throaty moans due to the taste of you drove your wild as she plunged her tongue inside of you as far as it could go, and you mewled at the way they vibrated through your cunt. It wasn’t more than seconds before you met her thrusts with renewed intentions. Seconds prior you were begging for her to stop, to cease her thrusting but now you didn't want it to end.

It hadn’t been that long since she last had you spread out like this, with her hands gripping your thighs in a vice grip to keep you wide open as her tongue unleashed havoc upon your cunt. But a week without to her was more like a year, and it’d already been three weeks too many.

Which is why she wasn’t relenting, you tried to shimmy away at one point but Natasha wasn’t having it. She growled viciously, and nibbled on the skin of your thighs in warning, then dove right back in. It was growing increasingly unbearable as you’d not only cum more times then you could count at this point, but the ache in your shoulders was persistently throbbing.

What finally brought her to a stop was when you gushed around her fingers that she’d only just barely slipped inside of you, your thighs quivered then clamped shut so tightly that it kept her lower face and arm from moving. All Natasha could do was sigh in contentment as she felt your essence dripping down her palm, and gushing into her mouth and up her nose.

Natasha reluctantly pulled away when you’d finally unleashed your hold on her head, a smile on her face as the first whiff of air she took in was overtaken by your essence. She hoped the alluring smell wouldn’t fade fast.

Your legs fell into the mattress and she found herself immediately enamored by the sight of you. Your entire body was spent; truly wrecked, and she loved it. Sweat layered your body, causing any dried blood to lighten and pool atop of your skin. There was an array of marks left behind, she wondered if she had lost control in an undesirable way, but her heart absolutely beamed with a negation as she felt it was a warranted response to nearly losing you.

While you worked to merely catch your breath Natasha was up on her feet, removing the harness and grabbing a water from the mini fridge. Then, as you laid there with a fucked out face, with your eyes closed, she’d crawled back up the bed and straddled your body as she worked on removing your jumbled restraints.

The whimper you let out was absolutely pitiful, and it only made you that much more adorable to her. She was oblivious to the genuine pain, so for now she aided you in guzzling down the bottle water. You didn’t register any of it, but Natasha was whispering the sweetest of words against the heated skin of your numb shoulder as she cuddled up incredibly close to you.

The moment was perfect—fleetingly so…

As your mind returned to you it reminded you that it was time to go, the redhead was nearly asleep, and as great as the sex was she wasn't showing any interest in talking this all out. Natasha felt the jolt of your body and her hand flew out to stop you, she moved her body atop of yours and burrowed her head into your neck, as her arms slid between you and the mattress.

"Natasha, let me go, it's already late enough."

"No, you don't need to go Y/N," she mumbled, "You're safe here, with me, where you belong."

"I do not belong anywhere but in my own bed," you growled, then even though your body ached you flipped her onto the bed and sprung to your feet before she could catch you again.

"You're being so ridiculous Y/N!" The redhead shouted, inside she was panicking as you were hastily pulling your scattered clothing back on.

"Wanting to be more than a secret is fair! What's ridiculous is how you play me every single time you get me back into your bed'"

"I'm not playing you," she stammered in hurt. You sighed, "and you don't love me Natasha."

"God, you really are being ridiculous Y/N. I love you so fucking much, can't you see that?!" You scoffed bitterly, "Natasha, love is not something that's meant to be hidden! We've not been on one date in two years together."

"It is when I live with a constant target on my back!" She screamed before she crumpled right to her knees before you, with uncharacteristic tears streaming down her face, she held onto your legs to keep you from leaving her again.

Natasha's life has been misery without you, she wasn't going to give you up without a fight.

"I'm on missions all the time Y/N, I didn't want you stuck at the compound, because now that will be your reality. My humanity won't survive if you were to die because of your ties to me."

You felt stupid, truly, because it wasn't like you didn't discuss the reasons with her before. She was just usually more vague, dismissing you with half-truths, her emotions were never this transparent, and now you saw it more clearly.

Natasha cried harder when you forced her off of you, she wouldn't actually hold you against your will, but she was just hoping you'd stay. That she didn't run you off to the point that you didn't love her anymore. She looked up when the door shut expecting to be alone in her misery, but you were sat down with a sad smile leaning against it. "Come here my love."

The redhead reached you in seconds, her body slammed into yours and for now you decided it best to just let the silence speak for itself, and hopefully mend your equally fragile hearts. It seemed to work too as her sobs died out, and you felt truly at peace for the first time in ages.

"Just promise that this won't be our forever," you broke the silence. "Tell me that one day you will retire, and we can live more freely."

Natasha pulled back with a resolute smile. "Funny enough, I never had imagined a life outside of Avenging until you came along."

You smiled like a child, it was the purest one you'd ever flashed her and she couldn't stop from leaning up to kiss you. "I promise you that we'll be free from this life one day Y/N. Our destiny will be more than just surviving."

"Then I'll be happy to be Wanda's live in bestie whenever you must leave for the worlds sake."

"I was thinking of leaving you with Steve," she deadpanned and you slapped her shoulder, but just as soon regretted it when you felt a sharp pain course through from your hand through your aching shoulders over to the other side.

Natasha frowned at the sharp inhale you took. "Oh krolick, I was too rough," she whispered in clear understanding, and shushed you when you tried to brush off her concern. "Don't, I should have been more in control, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I loved it Nat," you interrupted her, she quirked a teasing brow, and matched your happiness with a smug smirk at the revelation. "I think just maybe the restraints were a bit too much, like, when you roughly flipped me over."

"I think the restraints were necessary for the sake of our engagement not becoming a murder scene," she teased while standing up, you rolled your eyes but took her hands in yours so she could gently pull you up next.

"Natasha, I am covered in my own blood."

"Are either of us dead though?" You snorted, "Wait! Are you saying you were worried I'd kill you, the infamous Black Widow who could take out a room of men without breaking a sweat?"

"I am saying that it was tense, and I properly fucked the brat out of you. Now get into the bathroom krolick, I'll be right behind you."

——

[harmonysanreads]

giving many kisses to 🕯️anon for their neuvillette masterpiece xx If 🕯️anon has anymore thoughts on yan!neuvillette, I’m begging for more. please allow me to add my own brainrots in the conversation <3

Imagine if neuvillette put on trial someone from a foreign nation. Maybe a sumeru scholar traveling to fontaine for their thesis or a liyuean opera trope performer recently gifted a trip to fontaine. someone deeply engrained with their nation’s culture.

Only to be imprisoned under false charges all under neuvillette’s direction. Once under false charges, they’ll never be allowed to leave fontaine again, either imprisoned and under guard or in debt in neuvillette and reliant on his word to maintain their innocence.

Imagine being forced into a perpetual cycle of Fontaine’s latest fashion trends, their old thin silky robes being traded for layers and layers of billowy skirts. To engage in daily rigid suffocating etiquette every second rather than the causal and loose atmosphere of their home. Listening to fontaine’s ballet and opera rather than Nilou’s free spirited dancing or traditional Liyuean opera.

All the cultural whiplash and rigid etiquette of both neuvillette and the public watching their every move with no support, no family would break anyone.

Perhaps while they feel as if they are alone, burning the midnight oil to polish over a mistake neuvillette harshly critiqued earlier, they hum a little melody. Something reminiscent of their homeland, a lullaby passed down from parent to child. Humming turns into small sobs until their tune is a cohesion of broken choking and nostalgic memories, crumbling under the weight of neuvillette’s now very present shadow next to their desk.

They say, home is where the heart is and you've never resonated with a sentence more in your life.

Before, the meaning of home used to be simple, mundane, something you wouldn't even consider that gravely. Home used to be the buzzing of the busy populace at the ports and streets, it used to be dishes dashed with spices of all kinds, it used to be the reassurance of familiar faces. These blurs of happenstances once made your heart flutter with solace, solace that home was at your fingertips. Now, they only torment you with regret for not cherishing them more — because as it is, humans only understand the value of something once that has been snatched away.

Your ears almost don't pick up the soothing hushes leaving Neuvillette's lips, his arms pressing you further in his embrace. Your tears stain his night-robe but he doesn't seem to mind. You allow it as well, your mind too broken to think, your body too numb to push and your being too desperate to let go of this gesture of affection. You should be furious at him for the things he's done, you should scream, kick, curse, hit —and he'd agree that you wouldn't be guilty of that. Normally, he'd take initiatives to harshly criticize this ungraceful behavior and then the lengthy programs to correct it and it'd go on and on til one of you broke (it's always you).

Even when Neuvillette initiates affection, it's never to actually comfort you. They're delivered as rewards because you followed his wishes. But at this night while the rest of Fontaine slumbers and you break, his arms feel secure for once. So you don't struggle and let him coo and hold you tight, you wonder if he adjusts his intentions precisely because you offer no resistance.

Your words sink in his clothes, only a ‘I want to go home’ escapes with enough coherence for it to catch the judge's attention. He lifts your face up to meet his gaze, fingers brushing away stray tears.

“You are at home, this is your home now.” you expected the words to be plain and stern, but they come off as whispers as well. You would've known even if he didn't bother to say, because he's inscribed them in your heart time and time again and tonight, at last, you've accepted it.

[shalomniscient]

deren would be one of those celeb parents who hide their kid’s faces OR entire existence from the public eye. but if the media finds out by accident, i can imagine the scandal 😭

cue deren taking a walk with her kid or running some errands and then seeing a camera flashing and shuddering, she turns and sees a reporter and immediately dashes away with her kid. unfortunately for her and you, her kid’s face got captured in the picture and started circling around dillywood. (damn that reporter)

i can imagine the article/news headlines being “this just in, director Deren seen in public with a kid.” and the kid looking almost exactly like her, people start speculating that the kid MIGHT be hers (they were gonna speculate it anyway but the resemblance just encourages it)

and after the initial shock of deren possibly having a kid dies down, the media starts speculating who the other parent could be. as far as they know deren never had any romantic partners before her disappearance

so now, deren feels like she HAS to show up and clear the misunderstanding that ‘no, she doesn’t have a kid, she was just babysitting for a friend’ (lies) but the resemblance is uncanny and the media doesn’t believe it and deren and you are in a bit of a pickle rn

(I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT MOMMY DEREN SOBS I NEED TO HAVE HER KIDS.)

-🕯️

OHHHH anon you know i think this might be the catalyst for the first big fight between reader and deren........... like this is exactly reader's biggest fear for their son and it's just manifested itself. realistically i feel it may lead to a shouting match in the kitchen, reader is horribly upset and justifiably so, and deren is trying to tell reader that she's going to handle the situation and it just keeps getting worse until their son walks into the kitchen, tears in his eyes because his moms fighting also hurts him.

so reader and deren mutually decide to calm down a little, for the sake of their son. he insists on sleeping between both of them that night, and as he dozes off, reader and deren start talking again, this time with a clearer head. reader confesses that they're just really fucking scared for him, and deren acknowledges it and promises she'll do everything in her power to fix things.

she wraps her arms around reader and their son, and holds them both close. she's not going to let anything break her family apart, not when she's just found them.

[cilis-readings]

🕯️angel guidance oracle game

this oracle game is going to consist of me using 2 different oracle decks, the heavenly angel oracle and the angel guide oracle, to give you a message from an angel watching over you!

this is meant to be fun so no hate is allowed! you don’t have to be religious to join this game or accept guidance from angels so don’t feel like this is meant to push anyone towards any specific religious path.

rules:

follow me, like this post, and reblog it as well so others can join if they want to :)

read my rules and drop an emoji into my ask box or dms along with the password. if you’d like guidance regarding something specific in your life, feel free to add that to your ask/message.

i’m asking that everyone who joins is public, that way i can make sure all of the rules are followed! i can always respond to asks privately if you just let me know you want to be private!

please be patient!! i just started grad school this week so it might take me a while to get to everyone,, please don’t spam me asking when yours will be done.

feedback after you get your reading is not required but it is very much appreciated!

game status: closed as of 9/4

[cyberdenizen]

Welcome, little doll, to the depths of my mind.

This space is like a home, one I've carved for myself, where desire flows free, and dream might be shaped into reality.

Before you proceed further into my depths, I ask three things of you: 1. If you are a minor, pedo, homo/trans/xenophobic and so on, or if you're going to be an asshole, simply turn away now and make all our lives easier. 2. If you're not fond of the desperation on display here, the lewd writings, depraved visuals, then I ask that you merely block me and carry on as if nothing happened. This is an 18+ space composed by an adult for adults. I am not here to cause harm, and I ask you not cause me harm in return. 3. Do continue down this little post until you reach it's conclusion, understand who Cyber is, and do not be shy to ask questions after.

Now then, I do hope your curiosity is swelling deep within you, dear little reader mine. Won't you be so kind as to press that little "keep reading" button and let your eyes continue to dart through my words? Come now and see what secrets await.

WHO IS CYBER? Cyber is merely my handle, a name I choose to go by for privacy's sake, but then... I suppose that part was obvious, now wasn't it? Cyber is many things, I am many things. Dominant, poly-amorous, pan-sexual... A man who has begun to loss count of all the dripping depravities that swirl within his mind... And, as stated in my bio, I am currently in my late-20s, but time moves ever onward, and so in time 20s shall be 30s. There's much more to say beyond this simple introduction, so don't be shy, dear reader, come and see what hides in my About page.

WHAT DEPRAVITY DOES CYBER DREAM OF? While I keep a much more detailed expression of my desires, my fantasies, my kinks on my Desires page, I feel it worthwhile to provide even a mere snippet of what you might expect to see from this space I continue to form here. And do note that these are kept alphabetically, rather than any form of priority order:

Bladder control, Wetting, Omorashi, etc.

Body-writing, Tattoos & Similar markings

Bondage & BDSM

CNC & Rape-play

Corruption

Degradation

Diapers & Pull-Ups

Drooling

Exhibitionism & Public-play

Hypnosis & Brainwashing

Intox-play (Alcohol & Light drug-play)

Orgasm control (Both denial & forced)

Tentacles

Come and visit my Desires page to learn more. Much, much more…

D.N.I. I made comment above, but I feel it worth reiterating here... If you fit into one of the following categories, please turn back:

Under the age of 18, or attracted to said individuals.

Homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic or any other sort of related -phobic.

Clearly a bot, not that you're capable of processing the contents of this post anyway.

A general asshole... seriously, just respect people, it isn't that difficult.

CYBER'S LEWD TALES When creativity strikes, I find thorough enjoyment in writing some wonderfully depraved little tales. Each story I've written gets posted here with the tag #cyber.stories, but I also keep the whole collection organized via my Stories page, so do make sure you visit and read to your heart's content, doll.

THE CHALLENGE GAME Once upon a time, I was urged by some wonderful little anon dolls to compose a game that would challenge my lovely readers to sink deeper into their depraved nature. Currently, I am reworking this little game from the ground up, but rest assured, when it is ready, you will know.

ADDITIONAL SOCIALS While tumblr is my primary platform of choice, I do have a range of other socials including Discord, Twitter, Reddit and more... Don't be shy, little one. Come and ask to know more, if you dare.

ANON SIGN-OFFS As time goes on, those sweet little things that regularly send anonymous messages come and go, so I will try my best to keep track of what sign-offs have been claimed here. CLAIMED: ⛵🌙(sailor moon), 💜🌟💜(heart-star-heart/little soaked pet), 🐙(octopus), 🕯️(candle), 🧁(cupcake/muffin)

IMAGE CREDITS Icon - Orignal art by Merunyaa, edit by me. Banner - Original art by Brassica, edit by me. Background (look closely when viewing my page on browser) - Original art by Maria Rose, edit by me.

AND NOW, I SET YOU FREE But remember, there's no need to be shy, dear reader. Come now, follow, return regularly. Become captivated, enthralled, and let yourself sink deeper.

Final Note: My blog is best experienced through a web-browser/on desktop. The mobile app is sorely lacking in functionality still to this day...

[pendleton-manor]

🐋🌊🥃🚬🕯️ for my princesses diana & amelia 💕🦍

:O!!! Seriously wasn’t expecting to get any for my own girls yay!!

Okie let’s see

Diana:

🐋— Yes! Aside from her relationship with the Pendleton’s, Dee also has a couple run ins with Granny Rags, the Boyles, and, in low chaos, Slackjaw!

🌊— No, Dee doesn’t worship him. She’s pretty unnerved by all things black magic related, considering what happened to her parents. She’s definitely not reading her strictures every day or anything though.

🥃—Kcjsjcnskd NO. If the Watch are ever called it’s probably because of a noise complaint or being drunk in public. She probably threatens to have them fired then Morgan throws money at them and she’s off the hook. Now, after the shit hits the fan with the loyalists and it’s revealed that her entire family is full of traitors to the crown? Who’s to say.

🚬—Uhhh I don’t know if you’d count her eating disorder? She definitely drinks a little too much and smokes but everyone does that, darling!! Everyone substitutes cigarettes for breakfast! Relaaaxxxxxx xoxo.

🕯️— Yea!! Some of them completely warranted!! Esma doesn’t hate her as much as she used to but she was totally based for holding a grudge. Lydia still probably dislikes her and just pretends she doesn’t exist lol. Granny Rags has probably forgotten about her by now, either assuming she died from the bone charm or going completely mad and forgetting she ever had beef with James in the first place. So yea she’s not the highest on Dunwall’s popularity pole 😔💅

Amelia:

🐋—Yes! She’s Sokolov’s estranged daughter but she also has a sort of partnership/relationship with Jindosh. Amelia probably has the most interactions with non-canonical characters, but she’s met Hypatia and soon she’ll probably have to face the Empress or her Lord Protector 😬

🌊—No, but she’s intrigued by the notion of the void. Probably would pray to the Outsider if she thought it would amount to anything, but she doesn’t obsess over him like her Father. Really I think she believes it to be a waste of time; what powers could the Outsider grant her that she couldn’t replicate with natural philosophy?

🥃— YEA probably. I think she’s probably been arrested a couple of times for minor crimes against humanity. Nothing that would land her in prison for more than a couple months at a time, though, and all that peace and quiet is probably welcome.

🚬—Uhhhh does Jindosh count? She’s very…obsessive with him. Probably would rather him die than leave her. Otherwise no because her father had a black-out problem with drinking and she thinks it made him dumber over time. Holy shit though if there are any amphetamines in this universe she should probably stay away.

🕯️— yes and no! Hardly anyone knows she exists. I have some non-canonical characters who hate her for forcibly amputating and experimenting on them but hardly any canon characters have met her yet in the story. Hypatia is suspicious and I’m sure if and when Corvo meets her, he’ll despise her for a number of reasons. But as of now in her lore, no!

Thank you for asking!!! I am blowing you a kiss 💋

[roselia-and-mel]

“What is this blog?”

Hi! This is a little side blog we started up to A) reblog things for later without clogging the main blog, and B) give us somewhere to post stuff if we ever feel like it.

“Who are you?”

Hi there! I’m Roselia, but I also go by Rosie and Rose (not my actual names, I’m not comfy sharing those online). I’m 18 as of posting this and I use she/her. I’ll be using pink text on here, and I’ll sign off with this: 🥀. (I would’ve picked the live rose emoji, but Mel likes this one better.) I’m also transfem, and the body probably is too but our host is still in denial, so we don’t really bring it up.

Hey. I’m Mel, short for Melinoe, or Melissa, or Melanie. It’s up to you. Same as Rosie, I’m 18, she/her tgirl. I get orange text, I guess. I doubt I’ll be making too many posts here, since the rest don’t really like the stuff I’d post, but yeah. Sign-off: 🕯️.

To be clear, we are part of a plural system. OSDD, or something. We think it’s 1b, but we’re still trying to figure out which is which. We’re all have the same memories and stuff, and we’re basically the same person, but also, we’re very much different people. Yeah, it’s complicated. We’re still working through it ourselves.

“How should I refer to you?”

Both Rosie—Roselia. Fine. Both Roselia and I use she/her. Personally, we’ll be using I/me when talking about ourselves in particular and we/us when talking about the system as a whole. So if you’re talking about one of us specifically, use singular pronouns, and if you’re talking about the system, use plural pronouns. (But, like, in the reflexive, you should use “themselves” for two or more of us, but “herself” for the whole system.)

“Anything else I should know?”

Our host is aware of this blog, but is going to ignore it. Please, do not try to find our host! If that happens, it could be really upsetting, and would cause a lot of problems.

We tend to soft switch when we type these posts—I think that’s called “near front”, or something—yeah, that, which is why we go back and forth sometimes. It especially happens when the post is really long.

We’re not gonna be interacting with our host’s mutuals. If we happen to get any mutuals with this blog specifically, that’d be pretty cool, I guess. Oh, I’d love that! If you wanna just talk to us or be friends or anything like that, just let us know! Pushy much? I’m just putting the offer out there.

Edit: We realized you can’t follow people from side blogs :(

“Why do you include stuff that’s between the two of you for everyone to see?”

…Because it’s funny?

Yeah. Like, it’s stuff we’re actually saying and thinking. And it’s funny. If it was something serious or that we didn’t want public, we wouldn’t put it in a post.

This is a question our host had once about other systems, so we figured other people might have the same thought.

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

((Ey folks, the dude(gn) who uses that emoji 🔜🕯️ is here. Apologies to all who's been waiting for the stream rp mentioned earlier, but that's not happening. What was supposed to be a light sillly joke kinda got out of hands. I'm not really comfortable doing public rp, let alone since Fox Mun expressed her discomfort with rping that much of sexual stuff.

So, everyone who wanted fox milked I'm sorry to say but yall gonna have to use your imagination to get off.

Peace.))

((^^^ yeah we both decided against it, sorry. I want a break from that kind of rp for a while so I can focus on threads I’ve been neglecting, serious plots I want to do, etc etc. joke stuff and the usual bullying and teasing is still fine but no more solely erp for a bit okay?! I want to do an actual stream rp again and work on plots I got and try to get back to auction events finally as the “cum wars” made me realize how much I miss them. Go ahead and get mad at me but this is MY account and MY boundaries. /lh ))

-Fox Mun 🦊

[faithinlouisfuture]

Louies' 2023 Wrapped Tag Game

(Rules: Answer the questions below and tag at least 3 people!)

Thank you bestie @berlinini for tagging me 🤍 sorry i’m so late on this, work’s been kicking my ass, here we go though!

favorite walls song: this year; don’t let it break your heart

favorite fitf song: impossible to pick just one but right now; holding on to heartache (which is funny considering my fav off of Walls this year)

most played song on Spotify by Louis: Written All Over Your Face (ok whore)

favorite louis lyrics: that’s actually an impossible task because there’s WAY too many! but “there’s endless versions of the thing that keeps me drifting back to darkness” hits home in a way that i can’t explain in words

louis life lesson: it always remains the same; picking yourself back up after facing hardships, seeing the possibilities and positives in a difficult situation; basically strength & resilience

favorite louis outfit: oh that’s unfair, my little fashionista kills it 99% of the time so i have a list of favorite 50 outfits from 2023 but for the purpose of this game we’ll narrow it down to three (and it’s not even top three just three that i loved)

favorite tour show: there were so many good ones this year (Phoenix, Austin, Houston, LA, Philly, New York, Bologna, Paris, Antwerp, Vienna, Łódź, Sheffield, Cardiff, London) but the way that I felt physically ill after fitfwt: Columbus might need to be studied for science; the whiplash from the stark difference of him during the show and him post show was entirely TOO MUCH

favorite public appearance: has to be the RS Awards; the slutty custom-made fit, the main character energy throughout, the confidence, the glow, the ever present eloquence with which he spoke about his work and his successful af year, just him him him <3

favorite AOTV scene: once again there’s so many; that scene where louis’ recording Saturdays and we get some insight into his thinking and his process, the montage of louis with band and crew having an absolute blast while All This Time plays in the background, that one scene where JD is helping him put his hoodie on after he broke his elbow 👀 the last few minutes of the movie where we hear him say the words “i do feel like i deserve this” 🫶🏽🥹 and so so many more actually

favorite band or crew member: favorite three :p are Krystle, Steve & Joshua! special shout out to Joshua for going above and beyond this year honestly! that man carried lthq on his back!

favorite picture: another unfair question but i won’t cheat and post one of my absolute most favorites from this year because it’s like the energy of his shows captured in one moment (i found out on twitter that the hand in his hair belongs to a desi louie which was like the cherry on top)

something that you are looking forward to in 2024: the fitfwt latam shows!!! there is nothing else like the energy the latam crowds bring, which in turn brings out the absolute best (and most unhinged) in louis and his band too, so definitely looking forward to that! and the festivals!!! can’t wait to see him shine in front of the world <3 hope against hope to be a part of it if things work out 🤞🏽🕯️

one wish for Louis (or Louies) for 2024: 🍑🐧🎧 sighting! kidding (not really)! honestly though, growth

growth in this fandom’s level of maturity (with the addition of lots more people who are here for louis’ art and not his personal life), growth in the markets he’s able to capture, growth in the places he’s able and willing to tour *cough*ASIA*cough*, growth in the ability of his teams especially his social media and PR teams, growth from Louis himself in regards to him being open to trying new things

i don’t know who all has done this! but i’ll tag some people just in case (no pressure) @noraincsl @timidlouie @poekitty2020 @stormyhale @louveyous

[anonnikulaphon]

[ all the numbers, please …. ]

"All of them? Ugh... Fine, I suppose. As I said, I'm feeling generous, so... here are my answers."

"I like getting fucked. I listen well, too, so that would make me a sub. But don't get any ideas - that doesn't extend to the public. You won't make me submit anywhere but in the bedroom."

"Ass. Gives me something to hold onto." 🍑

"I am waxed clean. Sometimes though, when it's been a while, I'll just trim."

"A hand, I suppose... y-yes, that'll do... it's a bit more... intimate." 👏

"I don't expect to be kept waiting. Fast."

"Fast love-making is an oxymoron, no? It'll have to be rough sex."

"Ropes... have you seen shibari? It's a beautiful, elegant artform. If I'm going to be restrained, it's going to be aesthetically pleasing." 🪢

"While I don't hate pain, I like to be pleasured more."

"As much as I like having my mouth full, I'd rather have my ass stuffed." 🍆

"I'm more of a moaner. If you can get me there, that is."

"Hmm... let's go with head. You can suck my cock, right? And then maybe I'll suck yours?" 🍆

"Riding your lap is a form of missionary, right? No? Shame. Because that's what I like to do. In that case, doggy."

"Condom. Unless we're both committed to each other, then use protection."

"...You can only cum inside if we're in a relationship. If not, cum on me instead."

"I prefer if you fuck me indoors, on a soft bed. Though I have... done it outdoors before..."

"Ice. My body is more sensitive to it." ❄️

"Hmm, I suppose you can blindfold me. It heightens the senses. I'm eager to find out what you would do to me when I can't see what's coming."

"Sext. I take... lovely photos. You can have the real thing when we see each other in person." 🤳

Lifts a hand up to his slender neck as he contemplates the ask. "If you know how to do it right, then you can choke me. You can use your hands. Or your cock. I can take it deep."

"Are you a dog or something? You want to bite me? ... Fine. You can leave bite marks on me."

"I like to have the lights off, but with a little mood lighting around, just to see your face when I suck you off. If, I suck you off. You have to give me something in return, too." 🕯️

"Dress up as what? Please. You're going to have to work if you want me to wear one of those costumes. Do I enjoy it? T-that's not the point. Just... use the ropes for now. Didn't I say it was beautiful earlier?" 🪢

"As above. Ropes."

"I don't mind breath play, if you can choke me correctly." 💨

"I... do love to make-out." 🫦

"The... the thought of you having access to my body any time and any place you want... free use... it's hot right? It's hot for me too..." 💦

"I can be a sadist. I can toy with you in my own ways. But in the bedroom... you can torture me instead."

[kakusu-shipping]

🌹 ⛓️ 🕯️ of the Yandere ask for Rappa!

Yeah the freak ever!!! Thankyou very much <3

Kendo isn't really a Yandere for me per-say, he's more obsessed with Taishiro and I am simply enabling him because I think he's cute, so these questions may not have clear or straight forward answers. Apologies.

🥀 - What type of yandere is your f/o?

Rappa is a very obsessive Yandere. He'll get someone, usually someone stronger than him, in his head and won't be able to let them go until he either defeats them or finds someone else even stronger.

In the mean time he'll idolize and worship the object of his affection as the Ideal Person. He wants to be exactly like them, he wants to cater to their every whim, he wants to be their rival and their other half, he wants them to be as obsessed with him as he is with them.

He's also a very up front stalker. He's not hiding behind corners and tailing in the shadows, he's following them everywhere they go out in broad daylight, talking to them like they're already a lovey-dovey couple. He has no filter either so he will say the most obscene disgusting shit out loud in public with no shame.

⛓️ - Do they keep you in captivity? Or are you allowed to have your own freedom?

Kendo is walking a very thin line of Technically supposed to be serving prison time but got out on probation so long as a pro-hero who can counter him (Tai and I) keep an eye on him, so it's more like we're keeping him contained than him keeping us contained.

I'm sure if he could lock Taishiro up in a room and beat him up till all his fat was gone, feed him back to full strength, and then fight to the death over and over again he would, but I won't let him go that far. We have kids, Rappa, behave yourself.

🕯️ - How do they feel about punishing you?

I can't... think of what Rappa would even consider a Punishable Offense. He's not as possessive as you'd think he'd be, he's actually very chill about the idea of an open relationship. More people for him to fight I guess.

I don't think it's something that ever crossed his mind. If anything he thinks we should punish him when he steps out of line, which I do. N-Nothing like Violent or anything, he gets the same timeout punishment as the twins when they all get too rowdy and break something or freak Tamaki out.

Though I'm sure he'd be a lot more into it if it was Taishiro making him sit in timeout... There's a good reason I'm in charge of him.

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

The George Michael biopic has officially been greenlit, so you know what time it is:

IT'S MANIFESTATION TIME BABYYYYY

#JBFORGM2022 was a jokey campaign I'd started in the privacy of my own chats last year, but listen: #JBFORGM2023 is definitely, definitely going public.

Look at him, he's perfect. Fuck Theo James, no-one could do it better.

C'mon everyone, join me: #JBFORGM2023 is launching right now 🚀

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

P.S.: they are going to need someone to sing Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me with him, then, aren't they? 🤷🏻‍♀️

[kelleah-meah]

When Astrology Meets Aesthetics

I can't seem to get away from the exploration of aesthetics or just general navel-gazing about how I present myself to the world in my day-to-day life. So I've decided to lean in and continue the exploration until I bore myself to death and move on.

In this post, I engage in pairing astrology with aesthetics and where I think my lifestyle reflects my astrological vibration. (So if you're into aesthetics, but not astrology or astrology, but not aesthetics, this post may not interest you.)

A quick note: Some of the traits, colors, or activities I do on a regular basis aren't mentioned below because it's something I think all of the aesthetics I embody are known for, so it doesn't really belong to just one of them. (For example, eating in or hanging out in cafes while reading, writing or people watching. I feel that activity really belongs to all of the aesthetics below.)

Enough introductory explanation, let's dive in ...

Pisces Sun

- Art Academia (An aesthetic centered around the creation and enjoyment of art. It is similar to Light Academia and Dark Academia in its value of studying, dedicated practice of learned interests, 18-19th century-inspired aesthetics, and architecture, but is unique in focusing primarily on the visual and performing arts.)

Here are some ways in which I feel I express this aesthetic in my day-to-day life:

Journal 🖊️

Headscarves

Ballet flats 🥿

Cardigans

Leather satchel (in cooler months)

Always carries a smartphone & hard copy day planner📱

Statement ring 💍

Reads books on art movements, artists, fashion, and more

Paints, sketches and colors 🎨

Studies French

Tea drinker 🫖

Collects art 🖼️

Pilates & floor barre

Enjoys going to the theater & ballet 🎭

Goes on vacations in cities with thriving arts scenes like Toronto, Boston, and Paris

Attends dance classes 💃🏽

Loves jewel tones

Homemade bread 🍞

Foggy mornings 🌁

Reading nook 

Cooks at home more than eats takeaway or out at restaurants 🥘

Reads James Joyce, Lorraine Hansberry, and Oscar Wilde 

Major vice: procrastination

Pisces Moon

- Downtown Girl (An aesthetic centered around the romanticization of living in the downtown of a major metropolitan city, specifically New York. It involves a more cozy, almost autumnal view of urban areas and emphasizes having a cultured lifestyle of visiting museums, cafés, and thrift shopping with a laid-back attitude and admiration for the music and visual culture of that community.)

Here are some ways in which I feel I express this aesthetic in my day-to-day life:

Headphones 🎧

Caps & hats 🧢

Converse sneakers 

Flannels & t-shirts

Canvas tote bag (year-round)

Always carries a notebook & pen 📒

Silver hoop earrings 

Goes secondhand shopping for vinyl records, books and home decor

Listens to a wide variety of music 🎶

Studies American Sign Language (ASL)

Hot chocolate drinker ☕

Collects candles 🕯️

Bikes and walks in the park & hikes on trails 🏞️

Enjoys going to arts & culture festivals

Attends stand-up comedy & improv shows 

Loves mixing patterns & texture 

Succulents 🌱

Record players

Public transportation 🚍

Happily mixes analog and digital tech

Reads Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Sexton, and Langston Hughes

Major vice: starts new projects before finishing old ones

Aquarius Rising

- Beat Bohemian (An aesthetic centered around the counter-culture movement of the Beat Generation in the mid-1950s and early 1960s characterized by their rejection of conformity, social norms, and mainstream culture while romanticizing the bohemian artist communities of San Francisco’s North Beach, Paris' Latin Quarter, and NYC’s Greenwich Village. It advocates for personal release, purification, and illumination through heightened sensory awareness via music, spirituality and experimental drugs like mushrooms. Find more info here and here.)

Here are some ways in which I feel I express this aesthetic in my day-to-day life:

Dark nail polish

Berets

Black ankle boots

Hand-me-down sweaters 

Canvas messenger bag (in warmer months)

Always carries a book & bookmark 📕

Simple silver ring

Studies philosophy, spirituality, and religion ☯️

Argues with idiots online & IRL about important social and political issues

Studies Spanish 

Vodka drinker 🥃

Lifts weights 💪🏽

Enjoys going to concerts & small clubs to hear musicians play 

Goes to sci-fi conventions & book signings 🖖🏽

Attends poetry readings & jams

Loves the color black

Herb gardening

Goes to absinthe tastings 

Road trips 🚙

Black cats 

Abnormal sleep habits

Reads Albert Camus, Simone de Beauvoir, and Lao Tzu 

Major vice: occasionally smokes cigs

[husk-gamblinman]

🕯️husk and lucifer

(Public thoughts) Well, my opinion of him got better when he started coming around to be with Charlie more. Then again, before that I just didn't care enough to have an opinion at all. He seems like a good dad that loves his kid so that's good enough for me.

(Private thoughts) I get what its like, letting the past fuel your depression and letting it stop you from living the life you want to. I also get what its like to love your kid, want nothing for the best for them and then to fail them. Just hope he can keep it together to never let anything happen to her... or push her away so much that it hurts her. I wouldn't be afraid to tell him off about it, just don't want Charlie to go through that.