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mnemosyne-xiv · 1 year ago

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My Pinned Post~ ♡

I tried to schedule this for some ungodly hour as to not clutter timelines—but if you still stumble across this, I hope you have a lovely day/night! ^^

Hi! Hello.~ ♡ Hope you're doing well and thank you for checking out my blog! This is my personal and only blog where I post mainly screenshots + random bouts of writing for my ocs and their ships! Most everything revolves around my cynical miqo Remia and her developing struggling relationship with Zero, but you'll find varied content here for the few other oc's I have accompanying her on her adventures through the msq as well~

Here are the tags I frequently use to hopefully help you navigate the functioning mess that is my blog ♡

zerem: Everything having to do with Zero and Remia's relationship. til kingdom come: Ship tag for Vetis and Proserpina/ Gremory. wol questions/ wolqotd: WoL/OC question answers. Don't hesitate to send in questions of your own! They can be about anything or any of my ocs so let your curiosity run wild ^^ drabble: The longest writing you'll find on my blog. Roughly 2k word oneshots that I need to get out of my mind and I cross-post these on ao3. idle musings: Very short writing. A couple paragraphs long snippets at best that are just there to better expand upon whatever their subject is. before the flood: Writing and screenies that take place on the Thirteenth before the Flood of Darkness.

More tags will be added as needed but I'll try to keep them as few as possible if only to keep things organized ^^;

If you happen to enjoy my writing you can find more of my nonsenical ramblings over on Ao3! I'm currently working on finishing Aestelle's third fic in her trilogy but will soon start posting Remia's chaptered fic going through the msq. And I also on occasion publish gear-mashups of my own on the Mod Archive. I focus most on my writing but gear mashups and vfx overhauls are a nice creative break ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Below the cut is a bit of info about my ocs but other than that, that's it for this lil pinned post! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the descent into chaos ♡

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆ℂ'𝕊

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 A void mage who specializes in voidsent summons and forbidden arcane recollection arts, Remia is a villain in the eyes of most. She loathes helping others unless there's something to gain and is the first to cruelly deny someone if she suspects they're attempting to take advantage of what little kindness she was willing to show. Deep within her soul lies a spreading corruption that threatens to shatter her from the inside. With the few tidbits of information she has, Remia works on borrowed time to try and prevent the inevitable while those around her are none the wiser to her internal struggle. This nonsense about saving a great wyrm is a means to further search the Thirteenth, obtain stronger summons, and learn of a way to purify her soul. Her "good deeds" are all done in the name of self-preservation and nothing more.

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐚) Once a princess of a kingdom on the verge of collapse prior to the Thirteenth's fall to the Flood of Darkness, the voidsent now known as Gremory follows Remia to a fanatical degree. Unlike that of a normal voidsent, Gremory's very essence was altered when she was summoned by an Amdapori white mage and experimented on to reverse the effects of Darkness only to have her aether go from one extreme to the other. She's now a voidsent of raw Light who acts as Remia's most steadfast ally despite no bargain having been struck between the two. Why Gremory is so loyal to someone seemingly so cruel, only she and Vetis know.

𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬 Before the Flood of Darkness, Vetis was a vaunted knight and chivalric memoriate both. Now a mere imp voidsent who has entered a pact with Remia, the details unknown to all save themselves, he works alone to find a means to mend Remia's lost memories and restore Gremory to her true self. And in proper voidsent fashion, he isn't helping Remia out of the kindness of his own heart. He needs those memories in order to see his own dreams come true at the cost of Remia's sanity. Her life in exchange for his and Gremory's shared future is a rather small price to pay—one he's sure Remia will understand when her time is nearing its end.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐬 A white mage of Amdapor who lived during the end of the War of Magi. He possessed great charm and a lovely smile that masked the wickedness he hid deep within himself. The experiments he conducted on voidsent were far too cruel and inhumane for his fellow white mages to learn of and so he kept his work secret, a miracle he managed such a thing considering how popular he was among the masses. His magnum opus to the world was turning Gremory from a fiend of Darkness into a magnificent creature of primordial Light. She served him loyally up until the day he died while helping seal Diabolos deep within the depths of Amdapor. Now a fraction of his soul lives on within Remia, feasting upon her essence while slowly breaking her in order to revive himself. The question of how his soul came to reside deep within her own is a question neither Gremory nor Vetis are keen on answering...

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 A coy and cunning woman from the Thirteenth that Zero says Remia reminds her a great deal of. She and Mariella had met a number of times while traveling from one place to the next during the Contramemoria. Despite the two running into one another to an uncanny degree, there's little Zero can recall about that woman. Though, there are three things she does remember. Firstly, Mariella came from a noble family hence the two daggers she wielded having been made from better steel than most weapons memoriates used. Secondly, she was by no means a hero, but she did uphold a warped code of her own that led many to believe otherwise. And lastly, she died shortly before the Flood, Zero having been the very person Mariella sacrificed herself to save.

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 Now that the Final Days are no more, the vaunted Warrior of Light has stepped away from her role as Champion of Eorzea to instead pursue her own goals as Azem. She has reclaimed her former self prior to the Great Sundering—memories and incantations alike—and now works alongside her lover Hades to preserve the history of the Ancients in their entirety. And once their duty has come to an end, she and her beloved will return to the star to be reborn alongside all of their friends from those halcyon days. Etheirys is in good hands and she trusts the sundered to survive with Remia and Ravn both leading the charge into that brighter tomorrow. Her part to play in history has come to an end, and now she's only seen when a matter demands her direct intervention. Otherwise, not even Ravn knows where her dear friend has disappeared to.

(Aestelle has an entire longfic trilogy dedicated to her over on Ao3 that you can find here. By no means do you need to read that to follow along with Remia's story, but for those curious about my main WoL and her journey from 2.0 to 6.0, there ya go! aestelle might eventually get a side-blog one day tbh soooo :') )

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐧 Remia's sister who isn't actually my oc. She belongs to my best friend who goes by the same name ^^ Ravn is currently in the process of setting up her own blog so once that's how she wants it, I'll link back to it here ♡

#remia #ffxiv zero #zerem #til kingdom come #idle musings #drabble #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #writing #ffxiv screenies #wol questions #ffxiv gpose #vetis #proserpina #theos #mariella #ravn #aestelle

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brandycranby · 5 days ago

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safe house

summary: escaped felons curtis and jake have found temporary shelter for the night... and you

pairing: dark!curtis everett x f!reader x dark!jake jensen

word count: 3.3k

warning(s): 18+ only!!! DARK FIC, explicit non-con/dub-con, hints of religous trauma/background, loss of virginity, rough sex, ball sucking, nipple play, humiliation, degradation, name calling, mind break, no happy ending

author's note: y'all had better read those warnings 🫢 this is 3,000+ words of porn w very little plot and a lot of talk abt sexually naive reader. i write virgins bc i am one and bc at heart im a horny blaspheming catholic w questionable kinks. got it? ok. dont like, just click away.

dividers by @aestelics and @cafekitsune

Storms hit fast up here upstate. You’ve gotten used to spying the grey clouds rolling in and immediately running to lock up the chickens.

But beyond the initial panic to batten down the hatches, stormy nights accompanied with the relaxing sounds of thunder and rain are more treats to be relished than something to be worried about. They mean calling it an early night and snuggling up.

So when the first droplets hit the window that evening, just after dusk, nothing remained on your mind besides climbing into bed. Not the garden that still needs to be weeded, the fence waiting for paint, nor the latest fight between the hens.

Not even the creaky front door that needs its lock replaced.

“Look at these shorts, fucking cute.”

A low voice breaks through the constant pitter-patter of torrential rain on the roof, bringing your consciousness to the surface. You whimper. Through the fogginess, you hear the sound of boots clomping around and the tell-tale squeak of drawers being pulled out.

That’s not right.

There shouldn’t be anyone with you in the house. But- voices. You twitch in your nest of blankets. Rain pounds the windows and the irresistible drag of sleep dulls your mind.

“Our luck doesn’t stop, Jensen. Look at this angel.”

Another voice rings out, closer now. It’s rougher and gravelly, mocking like a schoolboy that’s found some poor animal to torment.

Hot breath fans across your face while the edge of your bed dips. There’s a man- there are men in your house. You have to wake up. But you’re so sleepy and your limbs are so heavy. Thunder crashes far off in the distance.

But the men- what do you do? Should you play possum? Stay still? Maybe they’d go away.

A hand on your calf surprises you with its warmth. Fingers press into your skin, testing its firmness. Another finds the hem of your nightdress to drag it up, up, up…

The man at your legs chuckles. “White. That’s cute.” When he presses his face against your panties, you can feel the frames of his glasses, his nose bumping against your cleft, and a soft burst of air as he inhales.

You squeak and it echoes loudly in your bedroom. The stranger pauses, his breath warming your mound. Blood pounds in your ears as you quiver, still trying to hold still. You fist your hands in the blankets as quick breaths escape you. This is a bad dream, just a bad dream-

The bed sinks again, your heart sinking with it. A large body settles down next to you and a big hand wraps around your throat. “Time to wake up.”

The sudden slap on your sex makes you squeal, eyes flying open at the sting of it. And oh- you try to wiggle away for all of two seconds before the massive shadow between your legs quickly straddles you, pinning you down with his weight.

“Who are you?” you try to shout but it comes out a whisper. A little cry escapes you as he ignores you and tears the rest of your nightgown off, the cool air a sudden shock, prickling your breasts.

Lightning flashes through the window and you see your tormentor for the first time. His long nose, blonde hair and goatee, a jumpsuit that’s more gray than blue from all the mud on it.

The hand on your throat shifts to your jaw, wrenching your face up in a tight grip, and your eyes roll, finding blue ones that stare back with cold fire. This one, this one is more dangerous. He breathes a long slow breath, his beard a whisker away. There’s a predator’s stillness in the lines of his bulky body, clad in the same jumpsuit as his companion’s, equally as muddy.

His eyes appraise you with slow flicks from your face, frozen in horror, to your exposed chest, nipples pebbling in the cold air. His scrutiny makes you burn. The mortification suffocates you, it brings quick tears to your eyes, and you move to cover yourself. But the blond quickly lands another slap on your clothed mound and your arms are pulled away as he looks at you with a burning hunger.

“None of that, baby. ‘S alright, you can call me Jake,” he reaches out and thumbs the soft plush of your lips, “and this here’s my... roommate, Curtis.”

The two men share grins at some deeper joke but all you notice is the pounding of your heart and a strange ache between your legs. The feeling of their muscular bodies crowding your smaller one, their musk, their roughness. The things they could do to you, will do to you.

What would your parents say? Don’t let them touch you, don’t touch yourself- this is so wrong. This is wrong and a sin and they shouldn’t be in your bed and you shouldn’t think about their touch-

“Please let me go, please- ah!” You beg, beginning to cry as Jake’s large hand closes over one of your breasts, testing its weight as he squeezes. His appreciative groan makes your legs press together and you try fruitlessly to break their grips one more time.

“You’re such a pretty thing,” his thick fingers trace your nipple before pinching it. “Innocent, huh?”. He laughs as you mewl and beg him to leave you alone, you won’t tell anyone where they went, just go away, please. The insistent brush of his thumb across your sensitive tit sparks lightning in your veins no matter how you deny it. By your side, Curtis’s free hand comes to fondle your other breast roughly, twisting the nipple with a violence that your body had never been subjected to, that you’ve never been made to feel.

But the pleasure that wells up from his cruelty is addictive, rawer and stronger than you ever imagined even when you had tentatively explored your body in the past, under the covers and in the dark of night. You had rubbed yourself over your clothes, shame keeping you caressing actual flesh.

Now you cry out, confused and gulping loud sobs under the hand that grips your jaw. Jake coos at you and you meet his eyes with a pleading look, willing him to tell his friend to let you go, to stop hurting you.

The blonde grins at you instead and closes his mouth over your stiff nipple, lashing it with his hot tongue. His facial hair scrapes at your skin and you buck your hips, mewling. There’s a wetness like your monthly seeping out, but odder, slicker.

Jake slurps, sucking your dark nipple into his mouth and scraping it with his teeth. You shriek, you wail.

“Please, please, please,” You don’t know what you’re begging for anymore.

His hot mouth is all that’s grounding you, the sensations too much for you to comprehend. Your back arches and you turn your head to hide in the crook of Curtis’s neck, anywhere you can to escape these feelings. But his ripe smell fills your lungs and there’s no reprieve because his hand is still tormenting your other breast, skillfully trapping its peak between his fingers as he breathes into your ear.

“You can pretend like you don’t want it, you little whore. I know your type, getting all worked up from your tits being sucked, huh?” His chest rumbles with a pleased growl as your pathetic sobbing starts up again.

The terror in the air makes his hair stand on end, a high like no other coursing through his blood. Curtis can’t remember when he’s ever felt so alive. Not since he stole his first car and definitely not when he killed his last man. But the frightened noises that escape your lips have him rock hard, fuck, you’re so sensitive.

He thumbs your nipple harder, tugging this way and that, grinning viciously as you keen, an animal sound that joins the wet slurping filling the air. Your hips shake under Jake’s, who groans at every brush of your clothed mound against his cock, faster and faster until the knot of pressure that’s been pulling tighter finally snaps-

“That’s it, little girl. You like it when we play with your nipples?” Curtis’s smokey drawl is in your ear but you barely hear him, barely hear the thunder outside. There’s only their big hands on you, your aching breasts still being tugged on and sucked relentlessly, and the unceasing clenching of your sex. You sob, a mindless squeal of shock dying in your throat as your walls tremble, squeezing desperately around nothing.

Jake lets go of your abused tit with a pop, enraptured by your little mouth opened wide from pleasure, lips shining with spit and tears. His cock is an aching brand along his thigh and god, he wants to fuck that mouth, see your eyes fill with horror as he forces you to suck his fat cock, kiss his heavy balls after he drags them over your face. You’d be so good for him, so pliant and innocent. You’re definitely a virgin, he’s sure of that. It gets him even harder, balls tightening at the thought of you cockdrunk, sloppy and well-fucked.

“Ah…” Your tongue is heavy and you blink clumsily as Curtis turns your head towards him and forces his mouth on yours. The press of his lips is jarring, reigniting your fight as his beard scratches your cheeks. You push at him, trembling, baby fawn weak against his chest as he rolls over, displacing Jake.

All you can do is cry as Curtis’ tongue invades your mouth, stopping your breath until spots blur your vision. His hands grope your sides, your thighs, dipping under your panties to bruise your soft ass.

You’re wet all over, covered in tears, spit, and your own sinful slick that drips down and makes you whimper. Stained, bruised, lying in a pool of your own filth. Why, what is happening to you? Are you begging for mercy? Crying out in indignation- or is it pleasure- as Curtis holds you in place and tears off your panties, baring your hot twitching sex to their eyes.

“You liked that-” His hands on your mons, carding through your intimate hair. “No!” His fingers touching you, spreading your lips apart, depraved groans coming from both men. “Yes, you did. You were a bitch in heat."

"Nuh- ah!” His fingers, his calloused fingers, rubbing, teasing, pressing at the little nub hidden in your folds. You scream at the sparkles of pleasure, your body arching off the bed. You scream in grief, half in shock at the little losses of innocence this night has already brought you.

“Look at you, your pussy’s so wet.”

“Don’t cry, baby, we’ll take good care of you-”

“You’re going to take both our cocks in this tiny virgin cunt-”

“Fuck, look at her clench-”

“Rub our cum all over your pussy, your asshole-"

“- she’s gonna cum again.”

With a stroke of fear, you do. Crying softly, boneless with exhaustion as a second orgasm rips through your lower half, culminating at that hard little point of your sex. Your clit twitches weakly under Curtis’ wicked fingers, trapped between his index and middle, tugged at relentlessly.

His eyes never leave your pussy. Fuck is it messy - soppy and wet with your cum and the spittle he'd been unable to resist dripping on you, lost in pleasure. It's been too long since he's fucked a woman; he won't last a second if your cunt is as tight as he thinks it is. Jake won't either; the stupid kid shuffles up to the headboard where you lay weeping and pulls his dick out. The tip just barely misses your cheek as it bobs in the air, stiff and heavy.

Grunting, Curtis carefully slides his pointer finger up and down your wetness, he'll need to break you in as best he can. The plan was to grab cash, grab a car, and get out. Maybe pick up a whore along the way, pump and dump. But you, you change everything.

He pushes a thick finger in, feeling the hot sponginess of your walls. Your sobs are music to his ears and your nervous clenching makes his balls jump. The velvet softness of your pussy hides just how strong the muscles are. You're going to strangle his cock, he grins in realization. And if he trains you right, he'll get to feel your ass around him too.

He can see it now. You spread open, crying again, begging him not to touch your little asshole. So cute and innocent. He does it anyway, penetrating that tight ring of muscle with his fat cock, easing in the head to the sound of your screams. He'll fuck you good and deep, pressing you down so your hips curve into his and his pubic hair scrapes against your exposed pussy. He'll cum in you too and make you squeeze it out in front of him, squatting like a bitch.

But first, your pussy. He spits on you again, a big glob landing on your clit and you flinch. To his wonder, the second finger he fucks in you doesn't elicit another round of sobbing. Probably because you’re completely focused on Jake's cock two inches away from your face.

With wide eyes, you tremble under the barrage to your senses. Curtis between your legs is terrifying, yes, and the forceful intrusion to your body is equally unwanted yet pleasurable. But that, that presented in front of you is a completely new sight. One you’ve never been allowed to experience or even think about. What kind of girl thinks about men’s penises? A slut, a whore. Your grandmother had lots of names for girls like that.

“Come on, baby. Open up.” Jake’s sickly sweet croon shakes you out of your thoughts, his big hand cradling your jaw. With the other, he gives his cock a shake, thwapping it onto your cheek. Once, twice, the precum mixing with the tears still cascading down your face.

“I don't want to, please. Please.” You whisper to him, or both of them, shaking hard as Curtis adds a third thick finger, stretching you open in a gut-churningly painful way.

Neither think to respond. With a grunt, Jake shifts forward, gagging you with his balls as he jerks himself off with slow tight circling motions. Up and down the shaft, thrusting his sack deeper into your mouth. His musk is overwhelming, a strong heady scent that’s entirely man and sweat. It saturates his hairy balls, the crease of his thigh, and the fly of his jumpsuit bumping against your face.

You can’t see anything, the thick length of him covers your eyes. No matter how hard you try to take your mind off what’s happening by praying or pleading or begging, your senses magnifies the situation tenfold.

Jake’s skin is salty, velvety. Soft and thin but pulsing hot in your mouth. You can feel when his balls jump when your tongue accidentally brushes up against the seam while trying to find room to go. He pulls them from your lips, the act accompanied with a slobbery pop.

There’s no reprieve - instead he drags the fat mushroom tip of his cock along your features, rubbing it between your soft lips even as they press closed in a vain attempt to prevent any more assault.

“She’s ready.”

Curtis shucks off his jumpsuit, pushing it down to his hips and baring his hairy torso in one violent motion. He sees you when you jolt, your eyes following the trail of hair down to the darkest point, where it all culminates above his cock, half-trapped but straining against the waistband. He pulls it out and his balls too, letting them rest on your soft tummy. It heaves, he grins as he feels you try to suck in your stomach, pulling yourself away from his presence the only way you can.

Fat chance. He knows it, Jake knows it, and you know it too from the look on your face. Eyes never leaving him, waiting for his next move.

Good girl, smart girl. Innocent and naive as shit but smart enough to know that he’s the danger in this room. Not the two-bit cybercriminal still trying to coax your mouth open.

Taking his cock in hand, he flicks the head through your cunt, taking in the warm wet feel of your everything. The hard nub of your clit, the delicate inner lips, the roughness of your pussy hair made soft by the amount of juice he’s forced you to squirt out. A feral grin splits his face when you cry out in pleasure. He rubs up and down your pussy, spitting on you again and watching you jerk when it lands and smears all over your formerly pristine and proper little snatch.

“That’s it,” Curtis snarls, catching his tip on your pussy hole. “Get used to it, princess, you’re going to be fucked like a five dollar whore whenever I want from now on.”

You open your mouth to scream something back or wail or cry more, he doesn’t care, but Jake finally takes the opportunity to shut you up, plugging your mouth with as much of his cock as he can. Which isn’t much, he realizes when it won’t go in past the first few inches.

There’s so much for you to learn, debaucheries to subject you to. The thought of them has his head swimming as he finally pierces into you, penetrating slowly but surely until he has your legs pressed up to your chest, opened up so he’s in you so deep, he’s got his balls against your asshole and his pubes tickling your clit.

Then he fucks you, hard and deep at a pace he loves and you despair at. In and out of your virgin pussy. Squelching sounds filling the air as you’re invaded from both ends. Curtis grabs your breast again, pinching your nipple and twisting it, rubbing the pad of his finger against the tip to his thrusts that jolt you against the bedsheets like a rag doll.

Spit flows from your mouth, gagged wide open by Jake’s dick, his balls slapping against your jaw. You can’t see, you don’t want to see anymore.

No more proof of how these men are taking you apart and dirtying you beyond recognition. Shame will come later when you’re making breakfast for them in your own house while they sit at your kitchen table and put their feet up on your nice chairs. How dare you give in so easily? How dare you just lay there and take it and get so wet, the bedsheets were damp like you had pissed yourself. Maybe you had, you don’t know.

After the first round, they had you for another. That time Jake filled your gaping pussy with his cock, using Curtis’ cum as extra lube, uncaring that it covered his balls along with the rest of his cum and your saliva. And Curtis was on top of you, wiping his cock on your face, smearing the mix of your pussy juice and his seed on your eyelashes and cheeks, making you smell yourself on him.

“Clean me up,” he said, palm on your forehead to force it back so you could see him in his massive glory. His shaven head made him look so burly and manly that you quickly obeyed, jaws tired but still opening so he could run the length of his cock up and down your tongue and face, making sure to drop his balls in your mouth so you could suck at them like a lamb trying to nurse. Half in confusion and half trying to seek comfort in desperation.

You’ll have to learn how to live with it, the thought strikes you through the fog of brutal treatment. The shame. You flatten your tongue for one of them to spill in your mouth again. Time passes in a weird stretch so that you don’t know what’s happening or what they’re doing to your body. Isn't it better this way? To give in to their maelstrom?

It'll come back to you in the morning though.

Just wait.

It'll always come back.

clearly i worked through some stuff writing this... 😳 anyways i started this in 2021. happy thanskgiving everyone 🥰🫶🏻

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