#like you don't have to die for me but you don't have to get me killed either thank you very much
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mohntilyet · 2 days ago
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caterina's datamined character description calling her korean-italian and early lucanis designs having him look east asian . i'll just do everything myself i guess
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assorted thoughts: caterina is fully 'korean' or whatever the thedas equivalent would be in this design, and clawed her way to the top of the crow food chain after years of work. their armor is something caterina forcibly incorporated to distinguish house dellamorte from the other crows, and a symbol of their status because they get it custom made or imported. of course race-equivalents do not really exist in thedas or this world but i also will never forget how gaider just implied (east) asian people don't exist in thedas because it just so happens that there are no asians on the continent of thedas (guy who forgot about boats) . explode and die. there's not the same kind of discrimination as exists irl ofc (and the dellamortes are actually treated fine, much better than a mage or elf) but a level of xenophobia against foreigners from a different continent. illario looks the least like her, and passes for being fully antivan, which changes how he is recieved by the other crows.
and sorry if the korean is bad please actually let me know if it's horribly translated i relied on google translate . if you are one of ten asian dragon age fans feel free to talk to me at any given moment.
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dcxdpdabbles · 1 day ago
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Thomas reading Gotham folk tales as bedtime stories: No one knows what happened to the Arkhams that night. Danny: I do Thomas: What are you doing out of your grave? Get back in there. Danny: But I- Thomas: You. Get. Danny sadly: Okay. Eight-year-old Bruce: What was that? Thomas: That was chapter twenty-seven. The legend of the Ghost Man. Bruce: Ghost?! Why was a ghost here? Thomas: Hush, Bruce. I hate spoilers; you'll learn the Ghost Man's myth when we get to it. Anyway, the Death of the Arkham bloodline- Martha: Thomas what did I say about scaring Bruce with your silly stories. Thomas: These aren't stories. They're historical records! I personally encountered every single one! Martha: Thomas, you did not enounter- Thomas: Yeah? Tell that to Danny Fenton! Martha: What does your first kiss have to do with this? Thomas huanted look in his eye: Everyhting. Bruce: I'm scared Dad. Thomas: You should be, especially after what happened to the Arkhams. On a night just like this, they died in this very room- Bruce: WHAT!? Thomas: Yes, the Arkhams used to own this manor before the Waynes bought it after their death. In fact, I was possessed while lying on the very same bed you are currently in. The Ghost Boy- at the time, he was a teenager, but now he's aged as you saw- appeared to free me, but if he hadn't, I would have died. Martha: THOMAS Bruce: *crying* I DON'T WANT TO DIE Thomas: And I didn't want to fall in love with an immortal when I was fourteen only to have him dump me after our kiss, but that's how things go. Anyway, good night, Bruce. I pray you don't become a dead thing skin suit! Papa loves you :D
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ubeb0nes · 2 days ago
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Things Sevika says as your lover…
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Let me do it. / I'll handle it. / Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
She wants to take care of you so, so bad. Whether that's opening every door and pulling out every chair for you, or wiping someone off the face of the earth in your name.
She's in her element when she's of service. Deep down, she thinks that as long as she proves useful then your continued affection is almost guaranteed.
Can't do that anymore, my woman/partner said so. / Wrap this up. I gotta get home to them.
She is yours, no ifs or buts about it. And she makes sure everyone knows how fiercely loyal she is, she will not be doing anything to disrespect your boundaries or your relationship.
Obviously her work and her abrasive nature will put a natural strain on some parts of your relationship, but she's never intentionally causing you distress. Loyalty's her most important personal value, and you have the most of hers.
No, get behind me! / I said stay here. / I need you safe, understand?
You're a culmination of everything she's fighting for. All the beauty of Zaun, her reason for sticking her heart in this city, you are all of that personified. So you can't die. You can't get hurt.
If she has to lock you in the house to keep you from following her into a death mission, she will. You'll understand. She's always taken a beating for the ones she loves, the role thrust upon her that she now clings to like a hardy mask.
Stand down. / Down, baby. / I don't care if you don't like it, follow orders.
If you follow her into combat, good luck with getting bossed around like crazy. She always keeps you in her line of sight, preferably also within three feet of you so she can jump in front of you to sacrifice another limb if need be.
She's also absolutely zero nonense while working. She isn't flirting with you or showing vulnerability in front of her crew, but she is relishing in getting to tell you what to do (and she expects you to heed immediately).
'S all for you, doll… / Mm-mm, you're not getting up… / Pretty thing… so warm… love you so much…
She only ever talks like this when she's sleepy, or just waking up. She doesn't say I love you much (outside of when she's leaving for work), as to her, it takes away from the weight of it (WRONG imo, but in character i think lol).
The sweetest sweetheart ever when she's all wrapped up in your arms. Her voice is even lower in the mornings, with a distinct gravel to her tone. She uses it to her advantage, whispering such sweet things in your ear as she "subtly" traps you in her arms to keep you in bed.
She keeps repeating the same things over and over again, praising you and professing her love like there's no tomorrow. Her favorite love language switches to words of affirmation while she's drowsy lol.
So good to me, god you keep me sane. / I'm gonna fuckin' give you everything… / You smell so good, I could eat you (she then does actually try to bite you and you scream and push her off the bed)
Nsfw under the cuttt~
Uh uh, don't run from me. / Stop moving. / You're gonna take it either way, don't whine.
One of your favorite games is to see how long you can hold out being a brat (i.e., closing your legs every time she spreads them, shifting your hips away, etc.) before you make her snap and she just manhandles you.
Her displays of strength are usually subtle, like lifting you steadily off the floor and laying you down slowly on the bed without struggle. But when you do finally get her to snap, she's flipping you over on the bed like a pancake, and holding you up against the wall with just her human arm as she fucks you. She barely breaks a sweat holding you down on the bed, no matter how strong or how determined your bratty ass may be.
I'm never fuckin' sharing you, baby. / Look at me. Don't look away, those are *my* pretty eyes, I wanna see them. / Is that good, doll? Whose making you feel good? Mhm, and don't forget it…
Chances are that you end up being the jealous one in your relationship rather than her. But she is extremely possessive. When she gets especially in a mood, she's intent upon fucking you until your brain melts and you're nothing but putty in her hands, obsessed with her.
She reminds you how good she makes you feel, and how she's the only one that can fuck you that way. You're always extra cuddly and touchy in the days following, and she loves it because she knows it means she's stuck on your mind.
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n0vazsq · 2 days ago
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Till the day that I die | OP81 x Reader
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pairing . . . oscar piastri x dyslexic!youtuber!reader
summary . . . Being dyslexic on social media may be hard, but your knight in shining armour is always there to defend you
request . . . yes!! based on this request
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none!
faceclaim . . . blanca soler MY WIFE and lily zneimer for couple posts!
alexavia yaps . . . havent written a smau in a while im afraid ive forgotten how </3 ANYHOW im saur happy ydek bc i dont have to edit this?? i dont have to read it 75 times for mistakes?? MY DYSLEXIC ASS CAN BE FREE!!!!! ps this is LITTERED with refrences! also ignore how i kind off didnt follow the request I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO DO IT. dechipher the captions yallselves im too lazy to do it
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y/n l/n posted a new video !
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comments !
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yourusername grmw vlog is out!!! had so fun filsming it and we had an ella feaure included!!! (ella is y/n's dog!)
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y/nfan5 WOOHOO!!!!!
oscarpiastri Can't wait to have you in my arms
yourusername aww osc youre too sweet <3
oscarpiastri Only for you <3
f1_girly are those typos in the caption or am i tweaking
y/nswifeyy. They are! Y/n is dyslexic so every once in a while we get a typo or two
username1 im looking DISRESPECTFULLY
username2 how did she misspell two very easy words? girl go back to school
oscarpiastri She's dyslexic, you're not, so go fuck yourself
username3 OSCAR???
oscarloverr. I DIDNT KNOW OSCAR HAD IT IN HIM
y/nsno1fan guys IGNORE OSCAR AND LOOK AT Y/N
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oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri With the love of my life once again tagged: yourusername
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username4 I CAN DO ANYTHING PLS JUST LET ME HIT
charlesleclerc Don't bully my daughter-in-law
yourusername CHARLS ILYSM
yourusername BEST FATHER IN LAW I'VE EVR HAD
charlesleclerc I'm the only one you have?
yourusername doesn't mayyer
oscarpiastri Thank you Charles
lando_norris photo credits?
yourusername up mya ss
lando_norris wow y/n i thouht we were frinds
yourusername i ony like you because we're both dyslexic don't flatter yourslef mr norris
hater2 How do you mess up the word 'yourself' so bad?
yourusername magic
oscarpiastri Do you not have a life? Or is it hating on my girlfriend?
yourusername ate
oscarpiastri Thank you 😊
username5 HELP OSCAR IS WHIPPED FOR Y/N
username6 who ISNT
username5 good point
plmvia Y/n i love you pls don't die
f1_3112 y/n ate, left no crumbs, wiped the plate clean and oscar is meh ig
yourusername i love you
oscarpiastri me more
yourusername till the day that i die i love you more
oscarpiastri MY HEART
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y/n l/n posted a new video !
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comments !
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yourusername small phtotdup since my boyafriend is away at war ad is begging for pcitures </3 also a new vlog is out!
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username7 OH. MY. GOD. how hard is it for you to spell properly?
oscarpiastri As hard as it is for you to get a life and stop hating
yourusername gnawing at the bars of my enclisure that was hit
oscarpiastri Hit?
lando_norris she meant hot, oscar. hot
yourusername H-O-T-T-O-G-O you cna tae me hot to go!!!!!!!!!
oscarpiastri Stunning as always
oscarpiastri Zak better strap me down to the car because I am so close to booking a flight back home
oscarpiastri I've watched all your vlogs thrice
username8 my wife guys back off
oscarpiastri Uhm no?
username8 OMG OSCAR REPLIED SOS
oscarpiastri Text me please
yourusername will do
lando_norris this would've been a normal post if oscar wasn't a sappy muppet
yourusername oi leave my boyfriend alone
oscarpiastri When she defends you from haters <3
lando_norris you bring out a side in him that no one wants to see
yourusername sorry?
lando_norris you better be
username9 MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER
y/nplsmarryme gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous omg
verchstappan we're so back
oscah.pastry SHES MY IDOL
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yourusername finally reunited with my beuatufil biyfriend and the love of my life <33 love you till the die that iday tagged: oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri I swear to god if someone comments about the typos in the caption I will personally run you over with my F1 car
yourusername so romantic 😍
oscarpiastri All for you ❤
lando_norris till the die that i day?
yourusername FUCK
oscarpiastri It's alright I got the meaning
yourusername i hare this dysexia
yourusername LANDO I SWEAR TO GOD
lando_norris I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING
yourusername you were about to
lando_norris sigh
superyuki22 i need this in my life
username10 mother y/n feed us some ynoscar crumbs
username11 if i was oscar id have a meltdown everyday out of stress of losing this goddess
username12 this is the best love story in the history of love stories
username13 im calling it theyre romeo and juliet
ynshoee_ this is so goals what
lawsons.lawyer parasocial relationship
charlesleclerc You two are very cute
yourusername so are you and alex!!
charlesleclerc You have my permission to propose
yourusername who said i alrwady didn?
charlesleclerc Okay.....
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oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri Happy anniversary, my love. From sneaking glances in the school hallways to cheering me on from the paddock, you’ve been my constant through it all. No matter how fast life moves, you’ll always be my greatest win. I love you forever, always. tagged: yourusername
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redbullb1tch max can keep his championships this is the REAL win
ynfann18 PREACH.
nicole.piastri The greatest prize Osc has ever won! Here's to many more!!
yourusername thank you mama piastri 🥹 🫶
oscarpiastri Thank you mum <3
lando_norris nothing more iconic than this relationship
yourusername not even your win?
lando_norris let's not get ahead of ourselves
oscarpiastri You said it yourself?
lando_norris well don't take it so seriously
h4m1lt0ns44 if racing is all i need to pull someone like y/n i'd be a world champion
yourbsf from delievering your notes to each other in high school to seeing you celebrate half a decade of this relationship, you two have the best relationship ever 🫶
yourusername thank you sm ml <33 hope to see you in the paddock with your f1 bf!
oscarpiastri Thank you, bsf/name!! I'll try my best to matchmake you with a driver so N/n can see you in the paddock more often
yourusername OSC
oscarpiastri Anything to make you happy ❤
lando_norris hey yourbsf
oscarpiastri Oh?
username14 THE NO.1 COUPLE ON THIS EARTH FRRRR
username15 i'm so sick i want this RIGHT NOW
username16 my fav thing about them is oscar defending y/n's dyslexia
username17 If your man isn't like Oscar then dump him
yourusername you always make me feel like the most special girl in the world, even when your life is driving 300 kilometres per hour 🥹 im so proud of you, not just for what you’ve acheived on the track but for who you are off it too 🫶 ill love you till the day that I die, my favorit boy forever 🥰
oscarpiastri You’ll always be my greatest achievement, on or off the track. I love you more than words, forever and always. ❤️
yourusername till the day that i die
fin.
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floatyflowers · 2 days ago
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Dark Platonic Father Front Man/001/Hwang In Ho x Reader
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You escaped your father's clutches after so many years of being under his control.
And while undercover, you wanted to earn money quickly, so you put all the money you had with you that you saved the past years in a cryptocurrency with the advice of your friend, Thanos.
Both of you lost the money and found yourselves in the Squid game trying to earn back the lost money.
However, you never thought to see your wealthy father in the game.
No one knew that 001 is your father nor did you and the participants knew that he is the Front Man.
Yet, everything became clear to you, once you see everyone dying in front of your eyes.
Instead of putting your trust into your father, you put your trust in Seong Gi-hun.
Because he seems to be the only one telling the truth, and he acted like a father figure towards you.
Meanwhile through most of the game, you tried ignoring your actual father.
But, Hwang In Ho did his best to protect you, until you get betrayed by Thanos.
And find yourself getting shot, yet you survived and found yourself in a dark room, handcuffed to a bed.
And not before long, you see your father enter the room, holding a tray of food for you to eat.
But he wasn't dressed in the green tracksuit
"I don't understand." you stutter out, backing away from him in fear.
"If I wasn't your father, I would have had you killed and your organs sold for escaping."
Your breath hitches as you come to the realisation of your bitter situation.
Your voice trembled, “You’re the leader here… aren’t you?”
Hwang In-ho paused for a moment, his sharp eyes assessing you carefully.
Then, he placed the tray of food on the small table beside you, his movements deliberate, almost calculated.
"Yes," he finally admitted, his voice cold but carrying a hint of something softer underneath.
"I am the Front Man."
You felt your chest tighten, your breath hitching.
A few questions raced through your mind, but only one managed to escape your lips.
"Why?"
In-ho leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the bed.
"Why did you escape, (Y/N)? After all I did to protect you from this cruel world, why would you willingly walk into something so dangerous?"
His calmness unnerved you in many ways.
You pulled at the restraints on your wrists, glaring up at him.
"Protect me? You controlled me! Every decision I made, every step I took, you were always there, pulling the strings, I needed to escape you!"
His expression hardened, but his jaw clenched slightly, betraying his emotions.
“And look where your ‘escape’ brought you,” he asserts, his tone sharpening.
"Into the heart of death itself, do you think I would let you die like the others?"
His expression turns cold once again, standing up from the bed.
"Are you going to kill Seong Gi-hun?"
You almost scream out the question, fearing for the 456's life, despite knowing him for a short period of time.
"You only have one father, remember that."
With that, your father walks out the door, and leaving you in your misery.
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wtfaniii · 2 days ago
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Letters of destiny
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● Summary: You entered the games for a reason, to pay for your husband's chemotherapy, there you meet someone who has a story quite similar to yours
● Note: This language is not my original language but I hope you like this one shot, I am open to recommendations and constructive criticism! <3
● Warning: Nothing, it's just a bit short since I'm not used to writing through this medium yet, but I hope you like it.
You didn't want to die, you had a man at home who adored you and was worried about you and you hoped to arrive with lots of money and a future resolved but the timer of the games only went backwards and you still couldn't find a group to join.
The carousel game had never been your strong suit, socializing was not your role but it was that or die, a group of 7 players and you were still standing there looking in all directions not knowing what to do until you felt someone pull your arm and in the blink of an eye you were in a compartment with 6 other people.
"Thank you..." The girl murmured, releasing the air she hadn't realized she had trapped in her lungs.
"It's nothing" answered player 456 also with accelerated breathing and taking gasps of air while he rested his hands on his knees, when the shots and screams were heard he looked through the half-open space of the door with sadness. You had already seen him, he was the one who guided them in the first game of green light and red light, the one who says he has already participated and won, maybe he tried to persuade people to withdraw from these games but he only encouraged you, it means that there is a chance to win.
"Thank you..." The young woman repeated, giving a slight bow to which he turned to look at her, confused, as did the rest of those who were there. "You motivated me to continue in these games."
You felt another look on you, only this one was full of curiosity and intensity. Without knowing it, you had said the same words as another person, only this time they were sincere.
"Are you crazy, women?" Another man shouted next to him, one with the number 390 "If what we want is for these games to end!"
You just stayed quiet with your eyes open, when your gaze moved towards the one who kept looking at you, you met with an intense and serious look, it made you shrink in your place just a little.
The door opened again and they all left together, happy to have been able to save their lives once again.
You were about to leave but before you could, one of them pulled you over with his arm around your shoulders with great confidence and shouted victoriously. "If we change her mind, we'll have another point in our favor!" he exclaimed, the number 388, pointing at the blue circle on your chest. "I don't understand."
"In the next vote, we want these games to end" said 456.
You remained silent again, not knowing what to answer. You didn't want to leave, or at least not yet. You wanted to gather more than enough money for your husband. Without realizing it, the same look as before fell on you.
[...]
There was a certain tension in the room, the participants had not yet voted but it was clear that the results would be almost even.
"My husband... has stage three lung cancer..." the woman murmured with her eyes downcast. "The doctors say that he can be cured, they would only remove the cancerous tumor but he would have to undergo several consultations and therapies that we cannot afford." The players surrounding her looked at her with pity and empathy. "I have already sold... many of our belongings, I have double shifts at work, I even mortgaged my house but it is not enough... and if I do not get enough money I will lose everything..." She did not even notice when the tears fell from her eyes without stopping.
It was horrible, most of them had debts but she would be left on the street and a widow if she did not get what she needed.
In-ho watched her silently as he bit his inner right cheek, the situation she was going through was not very different from the one he experienced, he knew that feeling of helplessness, of wanting to scream to the world how much he hated it for those cards of destiny "Does your husband know you came here?" he asked softly walking towards her to sit next to her.
She shook her head softly, wiping her tears with the sleeve of his jacket. "I just told him that I had found a way to get a lot of money." Now, that was cruel, even if she didn't achieve his goal and died on the way, her husband would think that she had abandoned him, along with his debts. "I want to go back home," she said after a few seconds of silence. "I think it's time to end this." She would vote to leave. The money they had so far was still not the amount they required, but it would be very helpful.
"You will get out of here," 001 said, placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a slight closed-lip smile.
It was strange to feel that comforting and warm feeling from a stranger, but she was grateful for it. They say that eyes say more than words, and the look he gave her was one of genuine empathy.
As if he understood her in her current state of life.
"We'll get out of here," 456 now assured her with a nod.
Her knew them very little but without much hesitation her trusted them, even when Gi-hun told them about his plan on how to confront the guards and reach the people who led these games she agreed to help them, she needed the prize but not at the cost of more innocent deaths.
However, In-ho was not very happy about her following them, from the little he had read about her in her file he knew that she didn't hurt a fly, it would be useless to take her. Besides, the time to play in the yard was over, it was time to return to the command where he belonged and he didn't want the girl to be involved in this. But unfortunately for him he had no other option but to say "After you" as they left there being guided by the guard.
He was supposed to keep control over his emotions but it was inevitable, when he realized she was already too deep in his mind to let her die.
It was as if he had a chance to help his past self, that poor man who fell into misery being reflected by the young woman inexperienced in weapons who only sought to keep the love of her life alive.
It was an ironic and cruel letter from his destiny.
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Note: I wrote these at least twice but I can't find the last one.
1: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
yes. more so with my dad than my mom, but overall - yes.
2: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
margarita
3: Do you regret anything?
yes a lot of things. esp regarding my studying and career choices.
4: Are you insecure?
I thought I was not but I realized that yes, I am a bit. Regarding my body and youknowwhat.
5: What is your relationship status?
Single as always LMAOO kai-
6: How do you want to die?
I want to be able to tell the people who love me dearly that I will be alright and that I am extremely happy for the life and love I got to live and feel - After I tell them all this, and then I don't know.
7: What did you last eat?
lots of chocolates and now I'm not feeling good
8: Played any sports?
I kinda tried to learn tennis but I couldn't, was fine while it lasted though. I'm hoping I'll learn skiing or snowboarding this year. or boxing. I'll be very very content and happy if I do. (psst or calistenics)
9: Do you bite your nails?
just the ... skin around...........
10: When was your last physical fight?
have never had a serious physical fight I think. but slapped my sister a few days ago nothing serious. BECAUSE she pissed me off ok?
11: Do you like someone?
nope. A fictional crush Vi yes. but apart from that noooo. or maybe? no. or maybe....
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
wow. no.
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
Hate is a strong word. many do annoy me but I love them all. I hate many government officials though. obviously.
14: Do you miss someone?
Yes my relative who is in the states.
15: Have any pets?
YESYESYES. I have a cat and a little dog. one is 3 and the other is 1. and also two dogs. but the first two are the ones I am close to and love veryverymuch.
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
I am feeling a bit stressed and over stimulated. and annoyed. I don't know the exact reason why. maybe because I haven't left the house for days even though I wanted to. and I am angry at everybody who I could've gone out with but I did not.
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
no just a peck on the lips but friendly.
18: Are you scared of spiders?
Yes.
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Yes. Yes. A hundred times yes.
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
I'll search up what that is n come back to yall.
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
I don't even know what day it is.
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
I go from no to yes a lot. so it was yes for a long while and now, like now these past weeks I feel like I don't want any? I am a confused individual so I truly don't know. but if I do I want 2. a girl first and then a boy.
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
Noo. Only have ear piercings. I'm getting the itch to have some more either on the side of my nose, or brows, or lips. but I don't like the permanent scar that it leaves so I guess I'm good without them.
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
Now this question made me sad. because once, centuries ago, it was maths. and now? I do not know... Nothing. I really am good at nothing for now.
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
I always miss at least someone. I miss my relatives who are in the states... I miss my friends who were once my neighbors (or maybe the times I spent with them). I miss everybody always.
26: What are you craving right now?
A good balanced meal. A big jug of room temp water. My room and a new gym membership.
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Yes.
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
I've never been anything.
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Not boyfriendboyfriend or girlfriendgirlfriend but I think maybe... but of course not on purpose
30: What’s irritating you right now?
Everything. the temperature in the house. people. my friends. this country. the world. humankind and everyone.
31: Does somebody love you?
Idk about romantic love but other than that of course. :)
32: What is your favourite color?
Black. navy blue. pink. green. pink and green together. green and red together.
33: Do you have trust issues?
yes, but I also have trust issues towards myself because I don't remember shit.
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
A reaaaaaally weird and creepy dream that I was in a huge, tall hotel on the last floor and it was all dark except of the last floor where I was and I was shitscared. another was that some ti tu shkbi found me and found out I was spreading info about them (which I was not) and tried to beat me up but fortunately I was the one who beat them up in the end.
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
My sister.
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
Not really?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
easier to forgetttt. I am not forgiving sh1
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
no but it was the best year after 2019 at least.
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
... girl don't ask.
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
no? tf.
51: Favourite food?
Maybe sushi? And there is this bomb ass tofu salad I love that too. and a nice pizza, there was one in Italy with some pears on it. fantastic. also anything with truffle. I love food... I also kinda became a pescatarian this year, Which I thought would never happen. Oh and add khinkali to the list!
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
No. I think that's a bit selfish and evil to think so. Not everybody deserves the things that happen to them. I believe more in the "meant to be"... that not everything can be predicted.
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
Unfortunately nothing. I did dance a bit and daydream, and ate an orange before that.
54: Is cheating ever okay?
nope. Unless the partner is like ab*sive or a cheater themselves. or something veryveryveryveryveryvery bad and you can't get out of the relationship.
55: Are you mean?
I-... I try not to be? I truly think I am not. I just.. sometimes ON accident I am mean.
56: How many people have you fist fought?
bruh... none.
57: Do you believe in true love?
Yea... Starting to doubt it a BIT. but yes. Also when I say doubt it I mean doubt that there is the ONE that is meant for you.
58: Favourite weather?
Spring weather... late may. When you can wear jeans/pants and a short-sleeve on top. and some sneakers. my fav.
59: Do you like the snow?
Yes. haven't experienced it in a long time.
60: Do you wanna get married?
yea........................................... I think?.......
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
Woof woof. Yes.
62: What makes you happy?
When I have my sh1t together. So eating good balanced meals, sleeping well, reading, ditching scrolling and daydreaming, GOOD GRADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my family, good weather, the sea, going out with friends in the evening when the weather is nice, food. which I already said... When I am good at something. Nice and pretty clothes (good quality fabric), pretty thrifted shoes, good skincare. Beauty.
63: Would you change your name?
No I love my name.
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Yea I have issues.
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
Reject them-
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
YES.
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
Just talked to? my stepfthr.
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Maybe my sister? I don't know.
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
I believe you are meant to meet certain people.
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
yes.
70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
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spiderb00 · 2 days ago
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PRETTY PUPPY
Daniela Avanzini x reader 
“Your girlfriend is bossy and brat, but you love her, and she loves her puppy” 
Genre – smut (men n minors dni) Warnings – Hair pulling, degradation (just a little) 
Now playing – God is a woman, by Ariana Grande 
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You were tired, after a hard day's work, all you wanted was to take a shower, get the smell of smoke out of your body and hibernate for the next two days. Unfortunately, you had to keep your life outside of work alive, and even though you didn't want to, you knew the effort was worth it. But today, you didn't want to do anything, you didn't want to go anywhere with anyone, all you wanted was to lie in your bed and hug your girlfriend.   
"Yn, get up!" Daniela shook your shoulder, waking you from your sleep haze.   
Waking up a little stunned, you looked at the Latina, not understanding why your beautiful girlfriend wanted to take you out of your rest. Dani looked beautiful, wearing a cute white blouse and a low-waisted skirt that highlighted her body. 
"What? Why? Where are you going?" You asked, running your hands over your face, trying to wake up.   
"Where are WE going! Come on baby, it's one of my friends' birthday, I told you not to forget, I told you you'd drive because I'm in the mood to drink today."  
Listening to Daniela's explanation, you felt a little annoyed, all you wanted was to rest, and here she was, asking you to drive to a party just because she wanted to get drunk.  
"Baby, I'm tired. I worked all day, can't you ask Manon to come with you?" You tried to convince the Latina to give you a day off, your muscles too tired to make any move.   
"Manon can't go, she's celebrating her one-year anniversary with her girlfriend, and you promised you'd take me!" Daniela's voice began to rise in the middle of the sentence, a clear sign that she was about to start throwing a tantrum because she wasn't getting what she wanted. "Why are you still lying down, get up, puppy! You're going to make me late!"   
You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Daniela, the Latina was an only child, and you could see that she was spoiled miles away. But it was a thousand times worse than you thought. She didn't hesitate to throw a tantrum when you didn't get what she wanted, she was mad at you for not giving her what she wanted, and she even called you that stupid nickname, "puppy", you were fed up.   
"Daniela, I'm sorry. I'm too tired for this. I've worked hard all week, and on the only day I have for a rest you want me to be your chauffeur. It's not going to happen!" You said, getting out of bed and heading towards the bathroom. Losing the shocked look on your girlfriend's face.   
"I hope you're going to the bathroom to get ready, because I swear, Yn. You said you'd take me, and now you're going to take me." Daniela followed you to the bathroom, watching you lean against the sink and sigh.   
"You know, not everyone is a spoiled brat like you! Some of us have to work hard!" You regretted the words that came out of your mouth as soon as you finished speaking.   
"Are you saying I don't work hard?" You swore you were going to die at that moment. 
Daniela's gaze was fixed on you, the Latina's head tilted to the left as she analyzed your every move. You knew that if you threw yourself out of the second-floor window of your house, it would hurt less than anything Daniela was planning to do to you right now.   
"No, I didn't say that-"  
"But you meant." The Latina approached you, making you try to go further back, almost as if she was trying to merge you with the bathroom sink.   
"No, I don't, I just-"   
"You just what? Do you think I'm a slut, Yn?"     
"No!" You shook your head quickly.   
"Do you think I don't work as hard as you do?" The Latina grabbed the back of your head, pulling your hair down, making you lean in the pain of the squeeze.   
"No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I promise!"   
Still with her hand in your hair, the Latina leaned a little, getting in line with your vision.   
"My puppy can't keep up what she said?" Daniela asked, mocking you.   
"Don't call me that!" You said, stopping immediately when the Latina pulled your hair harder., making you get on your knees.    
"Oh, my puppy is so pathetic. You love me, don't you, Yn?" You nodded quickly, agreeing with everything the Latina said. "So you're going to do what I want, when I want. Are you listening to me?" 
You didn't even have time to reason before your girlfriend leaned in, kissing you aggressively. Her lips were soft, but in this kiss you couldn't feel their softness much. Both of your teeth chattered from the aggressiveness of the kiss, and Daniela's hand on your head made her have great control over you.   
"You were talking a lot earlier, weren't you?!" Daniela said as she pulled away from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting the two of you for a few seconds, before it split in half. "Let's use your mouth for something more useful."   
In one swift motion, the Latina slid the panties she was wearing off her body, leaving you static. You've been in this position other times, she scolding you for not following her orders, you and Daniela had a strange way of fighting. You could work out serious things as adults, always prioritizing each other's opinions and trying to come to an agreement. But when the fight that started was over something not very big, Daniela or you almost always turned it into furious sex, and it was fucking good.   
"Oh, what? Are you shy now? Did the cat eat your tongue, puppy?" Daniela mocked you, making you look at her with furrowed brows. "No, don't look at me like that. Come on, do your job before things get worse for you” 
With that, Daniela grabbed your hair again, making you hold both of the Latina's thighs. One of Daniela's legs was on your shoulder, and now you had a little more access to the blonde's intimacy. As much as she was holding your hair, Daniela waited for you to make the first move, when you finally licked a band in her pussy, the Latina moaned loudly, her moan echoing through the bathroom walls.   
Tightening the grip she had in your hair a little more, you moaned in pain, taking a wave of vibrations to your girlfriend's clit, who moaned louder. Daniela's taste was so good, that you may have forgotten why you were in this position for a second. You couldn't deny that you loved hating Daniela's tantrums, the Latina had won your heart, you couldn't escape, you knew that that spoiled and bossy brat would be your wife one day.  
Losing patience with Daniela's insistent pulls, and with the pain in your knees, you finally decided to impose yourself. Letting go of the leg that was on your shoulders, you left the Latina confused for a few seconds, only to stop in one quick motion, grab her by the thighs and lift her on top of the sink.   
"Why do you think you can treat me the way you want, huh?" You asked, grabbing the blonde's face tightly, a pout forming on Daniela's lips, from the force with which you were squeezing her cheeks.  
"Why can I! YOU'RE MINE!" She whimpered, slapping your hands and freeing herself from your grip.    
Laughing sarcastically, you bent down again, spreading Daniela's legs and adjusting yourself in the middle of them again. The Latina was so excited by the sight that her thighs trembled, every touch of you seemed to have triple the power over her now.   
"You'll regret it later, mami."   
Dipping your tongue back into the middle of the Latina's feathers, Daniela didn't even care what you had said. The words seemed hollow when they entered her ears, and she might forget, but at some point you would remember her. All the Latina could think about was how your tongue was doing a fantastic job on her.   
"Hurry up puppy, you're still going to drive for me tonight."   
With a growl, you remembered once again why you were here, it was inevitable, you forgot everything with Daniela's sweet taste in your mouth. Penetrating two fingers inside your girlfriend, you continued your work with your tongue, gradually accelerating the back and forth movements with your hand.   
"Oh, that's right puppy, I'm so close."  
Hitting the special point in Daniela, you watched the Latina roll her eyes, you concentrated your thrusts in the same place, doing tricks with your tongue quickly. You knew your girlfriend's body like the back of your hand, and it was easy to make her reach the state of pleasure.   
"I'm cumming, baby! Please don't stop!"   
The eyes rolling, the hands squeezing your hair again, the legs shaking, all these were your girlfriend's reactions to your hard work, because as you said from the beginning of it all, you work hard!  
When the Latina finally calmed down, descending from the haze of orgasm, she pulled you up, a drunken smile on her face as she pulled you into a gentle kiss, a very big contrast to the ones you exchanged minutes ago.   
"You know I love you, right?" Daniela asked, caressing the point where she mistreated you so much.   
"Of course I know. And I love you too, even with your tantrums." Laughing, Daniela kissed you quickly once again.   
"I'm sorry to be so rude to you."   
"Oh, don't worry, this will definitely come back!" You said, giving the curly girl another kiss on the lips and walking away. "Come on, you don't want to be late, do you?!"   
Walking away, all you left behind was a Daniela with a scared expression, afraid of what would come next, maybe she should start taking it easy with her puppy. 
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Did you guys think I was joking? ;)
I have nothing to say, I'm a little embarrassed… :/
Xoxo, spider.
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misayani · 23 hours ago
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FIRE IN THE BELLY — NO-EUL (GUARD 011)
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◜ pairing ... no-eul / guard 011 x  fem reader
◜just a short drabble-ish of no-eul fucking you with the tip of her rifle
𔗨 author's note — craziest thing i wrote so far [lowercase intended]
warning: smut [there's consent, as always. <3]
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no-eul was fucking insane. dragging you inside of her personal room and somehow she managed to sneak her rifle case inside. she had told you she manipulated the guards watching the cctv to replay a recorded footage to replace the actual footage of the both of you making out right now.
she commanded you to strip naked, her voice firm leaving no room for argument. the atmosphere was tense, your blood rushed inside you in a way where it got you nervous. as you hesitated, she crossed her arms, her piercing eyes glaring at you. you let out a shaky breath as you slowly comply, unzipping your red jumpsuit and then getting rid of your undergarments.
you scanned her every move as she kneels down to her rifle case— before unclasping it and then taking the heavy gun into her hand.
"sit down, legs spread." she ordered. you were getting anxious at this point, slowly sitting yourself down on her bed before spreading your legs open, fully exposing yourself. even though she reassured you about the cameras, you can't help but still feel at unease.
your nipples harden due to the cold air, as heavy footsteps caused by no-eul's boots made their way towards you. this entire situation was so unusual to you— you didn't know what she was about to do with the rifle, what it had to do with the two of you having sex.
no-eul's jumpsuit remained on her figure, the zipper zipped down slightly enough for you to get a glance of her chest. she stops in front of you, and then she kneels down.
"relax. just take the gun, okay?" she spoke as if her words didn't have such a disgusting underlying meaning. she points her gun at your soaked cunt, while you stare down at it.
she pushes the muzzle in, the cold metal of the gun stretching out your insides. a sob escapes your mouth, even though you were completely fine with this— but not when there's a 50/50 chance you'll die by having your insides get shot. you needed to make sure whether that safety switch was on.
she looks up from your cunt, as her movements halt to a stop— "do you want me to stop? i can stop if you don't like this—"
"no. just—" you sigh, your hands gripping the sheets, "did you turn on safety?" she nods, slightly turning the heavy rifle sidewards to show you the switch, it was indeed, on. and that confirmed it, making your anxiousness slowly drift away as you let out a sigh of relief before nodding
"o-okay.." you stutter, your voice barely a whisper as you exhale a shaky breath. "yeah? want me to continue?"
you nod, "yes. please."
and so she does, slowly thrusting the tip in and out, gradually increasing the pace. a soft moan escapes your lips ang lingers in the air, mixing with the sound of your pussy squelching around the gun.
you found yourself impressed of no-eul's arm strength as she can effortlessly carry the rifle using one arm.
a wave of pleasure runs through your whole body, so overwhelming that it made your head spin, dizziness mixing with other intense sensations as you throw your head back, your arms behind to support you.
heat inside your stomach starts to build up the same time no-eul pushes her rifle in and out of you. no-eul's movements fasten, causing you to let out incoherent noises.
"don't be too loud if you don't want them to hear you." but the thing is, you wanted to be heard. the thought of someone catching you both while in the act made you even more turned on.
"fuck." you managed to force out, the way your voice's shaking indicating you were close. no-eul notices that; she picks her pace up and that's where it finally hit you— you release around the tip of her rifle, a string of curses and moans escaping from your lips.
once you've relaxed—head tipped down and eyes closed as you slowly catch your breath—she pulls the rifle out of you, examining it. the muzzle was now coated with your juices, and that made the rifle really hers, now that it was blessed by you.
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peachesofteal · 15 hours ago
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MELOS (PART TWO)
main masterlist / Azriel's masterlist
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Part One 5k words - AO3 Tags: 18+ mdni. Blood, feelings of fear and panic. Reader POV. Trauma. Protective Azriel. Canon-compliant, post ACOSF and HOFAS. "I would spend a lifetime earning your forgiveness"
The fly amanita has been eluding you.
It’s speckled red cap is usually so easy to spot, but you’ve been trudging through the woods all day, turning over logs and peering around tree trunks to no avail. You’re getting closer and closer to the break in the forest, the one bordering a large meadow rich with wildflowers, the one you hardly venture to unless you’re truly desperate for something specific.
You’re seriously considering it when something dusky red catches your attention from the corner of your eye, and you breathe a sigh of relief as you spot the healthy patch of fungi. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” you sink to your knees, digging down to the roots. The soil is wet, freshly damp from a recent rainstorm, and it sticks to your fingertips. “Such a pain in-“
Magic scrapes at your skin. Long gruesome fingers of something unseen try to clutch at you, drag you away, and your power surges to meet it, beating it back to the gloom it calls home. You shudder. The magic from your mother's blood, the gifts the Middle grants you, are enough to keep you safe, protect you from most things in this place, the ones nefarious and full of malice, but that does not mean they do not try. 
You exhale, breathing freely in the crisp winter breeze whispering through the trees, rustling the deadfall into small vortexes that spin across the wood, twisting upward in a delicate dance of changing seasons. You lift your face to the sun just as the wind turns dark, smoky grey, and then explodes in a burst of ink, onyx spilling around the mushrooms, wisps snaking through the stems towards your knees.
You swat them away.
Azriel.
You grit your teeth. Don't think about him, don't think about him, don't think- 
A shadow brushes against you like a feather, and you hiss. 
Azriel.
The male who tortured you. Used you. Gained your trust to hurt you. Suffocated you until you thought you were going to die, until spots appeared in your vision and your heart slowed. The male that hurt you, in more ways than one. 
Fooled into falling for a ruse, you believed it meant something every time your heart thundered when he was near, how your magic crooned for him, tried to reach for him, touch him. The pain you saw in him, over and over again, a mirror to your own, led you to believe in a fairy tale that never existed, a stupid notion about two halves of a whole, only for it to crumble and reveal manipulation and lies.
And after it all, whatever he gleaned from you he must have determined to be inconsequential, since no one has shown up at your door to haul you away for execution. No one came to imprison you, or banish you, or torture you, again. No one came to take you away from your home, your life, like you were expecting.
He did it for nothing.
The shadows are an ever-present reminder.
Ever. Present.
They collect in the corners at work, they trail along the ground as you run your errands, go to dinner, visit your only friend in the city.
Thankfully, they seem to stay out of your house, though in the middle of the night, it’s not so easy to tell.
You shoot them a glare. “Run back to your master and leave me alone, for the hundredth time.” You have no concept of a Shadowsinger’s magic, or an Illyrian’s, no idea if the shadows see, or hear, or speak. Their presence frustrates you, and his hoarse attempt at an apology that night still haunts you. Why does he not just come to speak with you? Explain himself? Justify his actions?
It’s been weeks, and still nothing. Silence from the Spymaster. Your rage that was once all consuming is starting to cool, leaving a mess of confusion and pain in its place. 
You need to let it go, you must, but the music persists, faintly there in the back of your mind, a melody you can’t forget.
It’s a double-edged sword, one that slices and stings. You see him in your nightmares, and your dreams. In the dark, you hear his voice, cold and calculating, pacing around you in a suffocating circle, and in the sun, you see him in the Middle, ablaze in a mist of brilliant blue, brushing his lips against yours.
You’ve grown familiar with how a room changes when one of the Wraith sisters arrive. Shadow rolls in like a fog, dissipating as they materialize, grey gossamer turning to smoky quartz, taking shape as a beautiful female, her eyes iridescent like black pearls. 
Rarely, do the twins ever come together. 
Today is the exception. 
Cerridwen gives you a half smile, gaze lingering on your clothes. “If I made you a new frock, would you throw this one out? It’s nearly in tatters.” You huff.
“This is my work frock; it’s supposed to be a bit messy.”
“It’s not messy, it’s falling apart.” She raises an eyebrow, and Nuala places a slender hand on the stack of brown paper wrapped packages on the table.
“How are you?” The question is loaded, expectant, and they watch you, analyzing every second of whatever is showing on your face.
“I’m fine.” Are you? The lie is so painfully obvious, and they exchange a look. 
“Azriel,” Nuala begins cautiously, “has asked if you would be open to seeing him.” You freeze.
“I..”
“In a public place of your choosing, in the city.” The very idea tips you off balance, blindsides you. Could you do it? See him? 
“With a third party, if you would like.” Cerridwen adds. Maybe this is your chance at closure, an opportunity to put it to rest. “Take some time to decide, and we’ll-“
“No, no. I’ll do it.” You scramble to think of a place where you’ll feel safe, somewhere you’ll be among many, and not few. “Is… Rose and Thorn okay? It’s in the Palace of Thread and Jewels.” They nod.
“Of course. And a third party?” You shake your head. Something in your soul assures you no chaperone is needed, and you allow it to guide you. “Very well.” Nuala waves her hand, wisps of storm clouds floating around her fingers-
And then Wraith sisters are gone.
He’s there before you.
Seated at a table outside, elegant and sculpted, an exquisite, eldritch beauty accentuated by strong, chiseled lines. His skin glows golden brown in the warm bath of the sun, flecks of caramel and green, honey and oak painted together like a priceless landscape in his irises. His wings are tucked in a tight formation at his back, but even in restraint, they shudder, their membranes more unique than a snowflake, more delicate than a spider’s web.
He’s almost too stunning to look at. The beauty of a god. A prince of shadow, shining in winter’s glow.
Suddenly, you’re very self-conscious, fighting the urge to pick at the frayed threads of your dress, too aware of how faded its once emerald green is, how fast your heart is beating, anxiety and pin pricks of fear cascading up your spine, coupled with an undeniable longing that shakes you to your core.
An ocean tide too strong drags your eyes to his, holding you captive in its current, the two of you suspended, floating, woven together in a melody, same song you’ve been hearing, feeling, all this time, elusive, empyreal notes harmonizing across your soul, your magic. The heat of the patio, magic humming in the air producing the equivalent of a warm spring day, urges you out of the cold and towards the table, meeting him where he stands, so tall he towers over you. 
“Hello.” Your stomach flips. This is suddenly harder than you imagined, and you’re being torn in two, afraid and yearning, two sides of a coin. His eyes gentle, and he moves back a fraction, giving you space. You manage to clear your throat.
“Hi.” You can’t look away, and finally, after a second turned eternity, he motions to the chair.
“Would you like to sit?”
“Sure.” The words are stiff, like your back, and you hold yourself rigid, hands clasped together in your lap.
“Thank you for coming, I… I know this was a lot to ask.” You nod, unable to make your mouth move. “Are you well?”
“Yes.” You’ll need more than one syllable answers to get through this, and you fight against the vice squeezing in around you, trying shake loose the battle raging in your blood. There's a need to protect yourself, fortify yourself... and another, one humming a song of wonder, of desire, a song you don't know the words to. He takes a deep breath.
“There’s nothing I can say to excuse what I did, and I know you have no reason to trust me, but I-“
"What you did? You tortured me, you terrorized me. You made me feel like I was dying. and I... why did you… why did you waste your time tricking me into thinking you were… we were… it was all fake.” Your voice breaks, and his eyes flash with despair. “You tricked me into trusting you, letting you get… close,” you study the tabletop, fingertips tracing loops in the woodgrain, trying to maintain your control. You can’t let him see how badly it hurts; how awful it is to know whatever you thought was happening between the two of you wasn’t real, how he's shattered your own trust in yourself. How could you not see the deceit? How could have fallen for such a blatant deception? How could you allow yourself to be hurt like that? These are the questions keeping you from sleep as they toss about in your mind, scolding you, chastising you for allowing yourself to be so weak. Stupid. “Why waste all that time if you were just going to do it? The act itself was... it was terrible but the manipulation, the lie that came with it, feels worse somehow.” Your cheeks heat with shame, mortified at the tears now blurring your vision, and his hand twitches, almost jerks towards yours before sliding away.
“There are no words in any language, anywhere, to tell you how sorry I am. I would spend a lifetime earning your forgiveness, if you’d let me.” Everything you want to fight back with, the words you wish to bury him with, die on your tongue as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I don’t deserve to see you or ask for a moment of your time. I don’t even deserve this chance you’ve given me today but… nothing was a trick, it was not fake. I was a fool.” You know you should say something, but still nothing comes, and there’s a rising uneasiness emanating from his, shadows shivering around him in a halo. “I would ask you to strike a bargain with me.” What?
“A bargain?” He nods solemnly, face set with resolve, foreign limerence weighed down by sorrow reflecting in his gaze.
“Allow me to spend some time with you, to show you how sorry I am, to prove how real it was, and in return, I will owe you a debt.” You fight to keep your face blank, smothering an outward ripple of shock. Maybe he’s gone insane.
“You… the Spymaster of the Night Court… would owe me a debt.” You chew on it, toss it around between your cheeks, try to digest the enormity of it. A debt could be anything, it’s a favor, a wish, a request that must be granted, no matter what it is. You could ask that he drink a vial of poison, and he’d have to do it. Could ask him to leave Pyrthian, and he’d have no choice. Most importantly, you could ask him to leave you alone. Forever. “And if I asked you to never speak to me again?” He winces.
“That would be your right.” This is a bad idea. Your magic trills, vibrating with a strange yearning, again guiding you away from the rational choice and into an agreement.
“I will see you once a week for a month, and in return, you will owe me a debt,” you extend your hand, “and swear not to harm me.” You add hastily, expecting him to refuse, or attempt to change the terms, but he meets you with zero hesitation.
The magic hits you like a gale force wind, wild and too strong, planting itself in your skin to push ink to the surface.
A tree.
The roots sprawl around your wrist, twisting upward into a trunk and then outward into branches, spreading wide until they’re nearly touching on the inside of your forearm. He snags a finger under the cuff of his shirt to reveal the tattoo’s twin, the concrete vow between the two of you plain as day.
What did you just do? 
You’re taking advantage of the first meeting. Having a second with you, a powerful, formidable second, gives you an opportunity to trek into a more dangerous, more unstable part of the Middle in search of a rare mineral.
You’re also using it as punishment, irritated with the small twinge of guilt growing in your side. He strides along at your side silently, shadows skittering ahead across the forest floor, disappearing and reappearing at will, as if they’re scouting and reporting.
“Will you tell me where we’re going?” He finally asks, cocking his head to the side as you stop for a moment to catch your breath. He’s not winded at all, of course, and you’re starting to regret this choice, while also trying to avoid staring at him. Every time he moves into your line of sight, your palms sweat and you remember how his laugh sounded on the steps of your house, how he earnest he was when asking you questions. You remember the kiss, and the way his mouth felt upon yours. You remember it all, and butterflies take flight in your belly. 
But being alone with him in a dangerous place such as this, is also a stark reminder. A reminder of the last time you were alone with the Spymaster, truly alone, and how it ended. 
“There’s a cave a bit from here where a very rare crystal grows. Its mineral compound is a key piece to a specific elixir.” His lips twitch into a small, barely there smile, reading between the lines.
“You’ve brought me along for back up.” You smirk.
“You didn’t say what spending time together had to entail.” You shift your backpack. “It's just past this bog up ahead.” He stops short, eyes sharp, tensing.
“A bog?”
“Yes. You know… like a swamp?”
“Of Oorid?” You blink.
“You know the Bog of Oorid?”
“I’ve been there.” Now it’s your turn to scrutinize him. Could you have underestimated this male, again? 
“Why?” You shiver. You’ve visited the Bog before, twice, and left each time with a new scar, a new nightmare.
“We were looking for something.” We? Questions brew in the back of your mind, so many of them they’re hard to contain, but you’d hate to appear too interested in him and his adventures.
“Did you find it?”  He nods and says nothing. Fine then. “It’s not the Bog of Oorid, just a boring swamp. C’mon.”
You withhold a key piece of information regarding the swamp.
It’s quite hateful, if you’re honest, and a small part of you weeps at your own vindictiveness, but the vengeful side feels too smug, too satisfied.
“It’s this way.” You take the lead, stepping into the ankle-deep muck. “Sorry, you’ll have to get a bit dirty.” The trees here are warped, bent to the undertow of the swamp, stripped of their life, yet still thriving, flourishing in the inert, foul water. Wicked, and greedy, they creak and coo, relishing each cursed step Azriel takes. Your magic crests, drawing up through the Middle, and you smile to yourself as the mud reaches mid-calf. Right about now-
He hisses.
“Are you alright?” You call innocently over your shoulder, now paces away, reveling in the sound of him fighting against the sludge's hold. When he doesn’t answer, your heart quickens, and you turn.
He’s shaking his head, wings flared at his back, muscles flexing beneath his leathers, trying to work himself free, and you bite your tongue to keep from telling him it won't work.
The swamp is a collector, a keeper of things, admirer of the rare and unusual. You’re sure it’s never ensnared an Illyrian before.
“Careful,” you sing, “struggling makes it worse.” He’s knee deep but surprises you when he breaks a leg free and takes another step, cobalt blue siphons beginning to gleam, shining into the dark green stagnant water and pockets of mire. Interesting.
“Clever little witch.” He's amused, reverent, and you're irritated by his reaction. “How does it not trap you?” Keening echoes through your soul, frantic and tortured. It’s reaching for something, crying for something, steeped in a distress you don’t understand. An incessant tugging, the faint sound of a melody. A chiming of bells, ringing, and ringing, and ringing. You steady yourself with a deep breath.
“I ask it not to. My magic comes from the Middle, like my mother’s. It makes things... more amenable to me.” You make it sound far worse than it is to spook him, but he only watches you with interest, keen eyes dissecting you from the inside out.
“And will you ask it to release me?” 
“Maybe.” You shrug. He sinks farther, now trapped to his mid-thigh, and your pulse races. You had planned to leave him here, trap him here until you came back, but your magic is clawing at you, heart trying to beat out of your chest, fear and panic colliding with an instinct buried so deep, it can’t be cut out or ignored, an instinct trying to push you into his arms, pleading with you to help him. It hurts, trying to fight it is like trying to swim against a current, your muscles screaming at the struggle, your power thrashing in your veins. The music is no longer a delicate, enchanting thing but a symphony flowing into a fortissimo, brass and strings and keys digging into your soul.
It's too much, your heart pounds in your ears, magic shredding your restraint.
It's too much, and you long to go to him. 
Release him, you command the swamp, and it tightens its embrace, a lover clinging to another, refusing to relent.
Is this not for me?  
No. He is mine. Release him. Now. You press onward, urging the swamp to relax, it’s reluctant acquiesce bringing you a relief so strong you have to hold yourself steady. It recedes, and the two of you stand face to face, chests heaving. You don’t understand what’s happening to you, what this war that rages in your magic, your heart, your entire being means.
He closes his eyes, the shadows receding, disappearing entirely as he takes a long, measured breath, his hand pressing against his ribs, still deep in the dredge of the fen. 
"Are you alr-" 
“Is there anything else I should be aware of, before we continue?” He cuts you off, the heat radiating from his body coming in waves, and you push against the pull.
“No.” You croak. He inclines his head.
“Very well. Lead the way.”
“Why don’t you winnow here?” You're seated on a rock outside the mouth of the cave. The trek itself is the most dangerous part of this task, not the cave itself, and the crystal retrieval was uneventful. Boring, even, as you walked side by side with Azriel in silence, contemplating the unexpected amount of remorse over the swamp settling in your stomach like lead.
“I don’t winnow to most places in the Middle if I can help it.”
“No?”
“You never what will be waiting for you, or what you will discover, when you arrive.” You take a bite of your apple and sneak a glance at him. “You’re not angry. About the swamp.”
“No.” He’s preternaturally still, but rife with intensity, alight with an ache you can’t describe.
“Why?”
“I deserve far worse from you.” You say nothing, because what can you say? It’s true.
But if it’s true, why does it feel so awful? 
You stand abruptly, eager to separate yourself from this situation, this confusion and confliction. “I should get these back.” Winnowing from the Middle, at least, is a perfectly safe option, and you’re eager for the escape now.
“Next week?” Your head is pounding, limbs twitching like your body has a will of its own, and suddenly you’re drained, magic and will quickly depleting. He steps closer, brows knitted together in concern. “Are you okay?” No. 
“Y-yeah. I’m going to… I’m going to go.” He frowns.
“You look ill.”
“I’m just tired. The swamp takes it out of me.” You lie weakly with a halfhearted smile that lacks conviction, and before you can do something stupid like reach for him, you draw on your power, giving him one last look. “Next week.”
You’re at the Palace of Bone and Salt when it happens.
The market is packed to the brim, overflowing, most caught up in the approach of Winter Solstice. It’s still weeks out, but all are always eager to celebrate the city’s favorite holiday. Boughs of holly and evergreen, ribbons of red and green decorate the square, twinkling fae lights nestled high and low. You’re looking for bone marrow, but can’t help loitering by the chocolatier’s stall, his perfectly crafted confections artfully arranged in pyramids stretching far past your head. He catches your eye with a smile. “Would you like to try anything?”
“Oh, no, but thank you. They always look so lovely.” He pulls a pink chocolate swirl from the collection that’s caught your eye and holds it out to you.
“On the house then, for Solstice.”
“Thanks so-“ Your gratitude is stolen by a groan, one rattling upward from beneath your feet, the entire market rumbling so violently the stalls creak, their goods tipping to the side.
A quake. 
They’re rare, but not unheard of. The mountains breathe, stretching and straining, the plates they’re built upon occasionally shifting and realigning, all of it causing Velaris’ foundation to shake. These things you know, but you’ve never experienced it firsthand, and you didn’t expect such… force.
The shopkeeper dives beneath his counter, others running in every direction through the market, panic and fear permeating the air. They’re looking for cover, afraid the second and third story buildings may come crashing down on their heads, while others try to outrun it, sprinting away as fast as they can manage.
It’s pandemonium. Everyone is being tossed around, marble and wood falling and rolling, and you’re frozen, rapidly trying to weigh the options, decide what to do when something catches your eye.
A child.
She’s standing in the middle of an aisle, screaming for her mum, and without hesitation, you snag her around the waist to tuck her into your chest, covering the back of her head as you curl into a ball and huddle beneath the counter of the first stall you see.
That’s where you stay, for the next ten minutes. Curved over this little girl who can’t be more than two, holding onto her as tight as you can to quell her screaming, trying to calm her. Things fall on you, something scrapes the side of your face, and it stings, but you don’t let go. You can’t.
You’re somewhere else in your mind. In the Middle as a child, running as fast as you can to the boundary, trying to get to safety as your mother howls. Claws scratch down your back, blackened, putrid magic tries to drag in the bowels of the forest, all while horrid shrieking and crying fills your head. The boundary is too far, and you fold yourself into a hollow, a damp, muddy nest inside the base of a tree where you hold your breath and sit really still, just like you were taught.
The quake ricochets around you, but the screeching in your ears is not from this time, this moment. It’s from then, you and this small child in your arms now the same, scared, alone, and crying for your mothers.
Even once the rumbling stops, you don’t move. Too afraid it will start again and you’ll be caught in the open, you wait. The sticky, festering sap of the memory clings to your synapses, refusing to let you go, embedding itself beneath your skull like it needs to live there, as if you could ever forget. There are moans from the injured, confusion and worry from those who took shelter, but multiple voices rise over the din of everyone else, giving instructions, looking for the wounded and those who need help immediately.
“- was right here, but she let go of my hand… there were too many-“ a frantic female’s voice echoes over through the market, and her terror is met by a kind, reassuring voice.
“We’ll find her.” The girl in your arms makes no attempt to free herself, still shivering in your hold, clinging to you with all her might, and you stay rooted to your spot.
There’s a brush of magic against your mind, a gentle caress that probes the dense sedge wall, and you push it away, opening your eyes to see a beautiful female crouched in front of you. “Hello.” The High Lady. The little girl finally moves, wriggling against you.
“Mara!” Her mother calls, rushing over and scooping her into her arms, sobbing. She looks her daughter over and then holds her tight before trying to approach you. “Thank you, thank you,” she’s reaching for your hand, trying to squeeze it in a manner of gratitude, of love, but you can’t move, still grappling with the noise ringing in your head. There’s more conversation, more of the High Lady’s voice, patient and gentle, and another’s, deeper, heavier.
“-shock, maybe?”
“-go get him,”
“Cassian-“ The second voice is enough to startle you back to yourself somewhat, and you carefully stretch your limbs, crawling out from under the counter and away from them, standing up on your own two feet. The High Lady holds her hand out as if you steady you. “Easy. You’re hurt.” Hurt? You instinctively touch your face, fingers coming back stained crimson. You need to get out of here, need to get as far away from all of this as you can. You’re still trying to right yourself, convince yourself you’re here, not there.
“Maybe you should sit down.” The other one, the big Illyrian who you met in this very place months ago, watches you with concern. You’re shaking, lungs expanding, searching for as much air as they can find, warm trickle of blood falling over your lips and down your chin. Pain registers slowly, no longer isolated to your face, but in your side too, and when you press your hand to your ribs, wet fabric squishes beneath it. More blood.
“Let's get you to a healer,” the High Lady tries, motioning to your head, your side, and when you don’t respond, she frowns, glancing at her companion. The wailing is finally quieting to a point where you can properly think, but words still won’t come, and she’s about to say something else when shadows swirl around the three of you, and Azriel drops from the sky.
Azriel. Your heart sings his name, and the double-edged sword cuts to the quick, opening you up to a strange spark in your chest.
He looks… awful. Insane, even. Wide eyes find you, his wings stretched into a defensive position, shadows spread around him in a dark cloud, and his fear is so palpable you swear you can feel it. All you can do is stare at him as he frantically takes you in, focus never wavering, even as he speaks to those at your side. “What happened?”
“We found her under here,” Cassian points to your hiding spot, “protecting a little girl. We think she’s in shock.”
“She needs a healer.” He grits, hands flexing and relaxing from flat palm into fist, repeatedly.
“We know.” The High Lady angles her body between you and the Shadowsinger. “Az,” her voice is serious, with an undercurrent of authority, “maybe you should back-“
“You need a healer.” He ignores her, and you shake your head. You need to get out of here, to get somewhere safe where you can try to rip out the rot of these memories still nipping at your heels. 
“I need to go. Home, I need to go… home.” I need to go home? That’s the best you can come up with? Cassian snorts, and Azriel says your name, an edge of dominance cutting through the haze of your mind. The blood loss is making you woozy, and the ground is unsteady, continent turning over as you start to feel sluggish. Your vision grows blurry, and then there’s a hand on your cheek.
“Look at me, it's okay.” Azriel murmurs, and you try. You do. There’s something about his touch, the texture of his hands that soothes you, comforts you, but the world is falling away, and darkness is taking you, tugging you into the lull of sleep.
You curl your fingers into his shirt, a last-ditch effort at staying upright, at staying awake, looking up into a never-ending swirl of hazel, green moss and bright umber drenched in panic.
They’re the last thing you see before everything goes black and you slip under.
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karasbroken · 2 days ago
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Stardew Valley and Farscape...
I'm thinking this is a resource management game and dating sim where the player is the Pilot of a Leviathan and you have to manage your DRDs, life support and other various essential systems, and your passengers/crew.
You start off with large parts of the Leviathan damaged, out of sensor coverage or infested with trillbats, but over time you get things cleared up while dodging asteroids, Peacekeeper slave patrols, and Zenetan pirate raids. You pick up crew along the way and have to get them to stop hating each other and start hooking up. Because if they are happy, they might want to stay and protect the Leviathan and each other. If you get bored because you've seen their whole storyline or someone is useless or tedious though, you can just dump them at a convenient commerce station.
More crew means more resources to manage to sustain them, and more friction and chances the crew will kill each other, but also more options for getting characters to kiss and move into each other's cells. Every crew has unique stats and abilities that can help with repairing the Leviathan, better trading results, healing people, etc. Obviously this game is going to need some extra genders and relationship dynamics, and there should be a kink/explicit rating you can set for wilder and spicier game updates on their relationships.
The map is huge, but you don't see most of it. There's a whole very difficult mini game around trying to navigate around the map (control starburst) and lots of quests that can have you open and lose various map pieces. There's lots of other mini games where you get to control crew on away missions to gather supplies, steal stuff, do quests involving their character goals, etc. But you never get to stop worrying about oxygen and hull integrity and having to manage those parts though you might get enough money to buy supplies and repair drones in the end game.
Ideally there would be lots of possible storylines and adventures to go on, so rather than picking a different farm type to start off with, your Leviathan will have slightly different starting personality, problems, and goals, which will encourage you to pick different crew, pair up different people, and focus on different parts of the ship, plus lots of replayability to get all the different plotlines. Maybe one play through your leviathan is pregnant, another you're infested with cannibals, another you're old and hoping to die in the Sacred Space but you don't know where it is, or to find the makers and understand yourself. Plus other options that weren't in the series.
The game never really ends, but eventually you get so good at managing the Leviathan and your crew that you can work on big goals like getting new support ships, or maybe when you've gone through enough/encountered key quests/made enough currency you unlock new quadrants like Tormented Space where you get new ship-level strains and new resources to grind for, and also new potential passenger pick-ups and quests.
I don't know, I think it would be fun. Cozy games meets dating sim meets resource management meets space exploration. I'd play it for years if there were enough quests and crew dynamics and some fun graphics. Someone make me this game!
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mischiefmaker615 · 2 days ago
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Chef's Choice
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Over the past time of having tumblr, i have collected my personal favorites- stories that i always get drawn back to when i need inspiration, something to read, and/or something to enjoy with whatever mood or situation that needs tending LOL (not in order and there are so many others i love!!)
Thought it be best to introduce you to some of the greats out there :D
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“Seems like the prince of Asgard is seduced by a mortal woman”
By: @fictive-sl0th
(OMG i absolutely LOVE the doctor themed stories with Loki XD ya never know what direction it's gonna end up ;) )
A Coveted Bride
By: @magicbystarlight
(i absolutely LOVE jealous Loki, anything in the realm of dark theme and possessiveness XD we don't judge here. it's an enquired taste and darling, you cooked!!)
Duplicitous *Long Snake Moan*
By: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
(everything you write, i got to read! truth be told, we didnt ask for but we absolutely needed!!)
Pinned Down
By: @lokisgoodgirl
(come on, just by the titles alone you know it's gonna be good! everything you've written, i've fallen in love with each detail, nothing is rushed and personalities are captured beautifully! i've caught myself gasping out loud in public with some of the stuff you bring us and i absolutely love it!)
Overstimulation Welcome Him Home More Between His Thighs
By: @sarahscribbles
(had me drooling in kinktober!!! just the title alone, i hit favorite so i could read it when i got time and darling, you didn't disappoint! so many stories just draw my attention and every aspect of them is truly perfect!!! i need more!!!)
thirty seconds
By: @muddyorbsblr
(what i would give to be in the readers shoes!! omg i loved this!!! hit all the right feelings and i cant help but reread this far more than thirty times LOL)
The Chambermaid
By: @wheredafandomat
(i want Loki to step on me!!!! i wouldn't mind slave life if it meant serving him LOL gods this was perfect!! i always loved maid x Loki themed stories, keep them coming!!)
Kinktober Day 16
By: @suguru-getos
("we listen and we don't judge" *cough* i love me some CNC! seems like a very hidden kink topic so i got positively excited when i saw this mentioned in your writing and just HAD to read it Lol kinky indeed!!! truly my favorite fic of yours so far!)
Overtime Safehouse
By: @cleo-fox
(I'm pretty sure all of tumblr knows who you are Lol i have enjoyed EVERYTHING you've come out with; your plots, details and character embodiment, Loki is on point!! i cant even fathom where to begin on making storylines this deep with all the bells and whistles. you are truly an incredible writer!!)
"I can do….terrible things to you."
By: @oh-look-at-her
(i can't literally do anything but bow down to you and get up only when given permission LOL truly a damn good time reading your work!!)
Firestarter
By: @delaber
(who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers story Lol can't tell you how many people i've shooed while i was in the middle of reading this XD)
Frozen Stiff Happily Never After
By: @simplyholl
(tbh i struggle finding REALLY good Jotun Loki fics and absolutely fell in love with this one!!! thank you for letting me die in peace now Lol had me giddy and blushing!!)
Have Mercy
By: @mochie85
(you captured his hot and pain in the ass personality so well!!! i LOVED this went through all the emotions on this one!! kinda like an enemies to lovers story Lol why cant it be me!!!)
A Tales of Tangled Desires
By: @angelremnants
(i fell in love with the part one, not expecting for my request to be answered but i got a part two and absolutely have become obsessed!! i love your writing so much and thank you for the prayer being answered! Lol)
And The Gods Made Love
By: @thefairywithboots
(thank you for my request being answered!! anything you publish, i cant get enough of and love the pure art like pace you take to form every inch of your story!!)
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ourzeui · 2 days ago
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please don't be a snitch!
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PAIRING caitlyn kiramman x f!reader
TYPE oneshot
NOTE this is in modern setting! reader has a twin, and they have opposite personalities (reader = a lil' shy; twin = brazen)
CW mature themes, alcohol use, suggestive content, strong language (cursing!!), anxiety/stress
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11:59 PM — Friday night.
This was definitely a bad fucking idea.
You repeatedly glance at your wrist watch, legs fidgeting as you try so hard to not leave your twin sister alone. Heart ramming against your chest, you desperately hope your sister will soon get tired from dancing around the room and decide that both of you will just go home and rest. Because, anytime now, your strict parents would realize that both of you still aren’t home and would go berserk once they find out you’re out clubbing. In other words, you and your sister would be killed. Both metaphorically and literally.
This wasn’t your idea in the first place. The thought of random people just eating each other’s faces out, touching each other’s bodies where one thing leads to another… it, uh, just rubs you off in the wrong way. You just can't shake off the feeling that there's a big possibility that something bad might happen, with the alcohol driving people mad crazy. If your twin sister didn’t force you to go with her, you’d probably never step foot in a club. Ever.
You can’t help but cringe as you see your sister flirt with another guy for what seems like the twentieth time today. Both of them giggle on the corner of the room, shamelessly checking each other out. A minute later, the guy drags your flushed twin to one of the random rooms, no doubt going to do…whatever it is that they’re going to do.
Upon realizing what’s happening, your heart immediately drops to the floor. Despite having absolutely zero hook-up experience, you definitely know where that is going.
“That shithead,” you curse under your breath as you hurriedly try to follow your sister and her partner. Squeezing through the sweaty dance floor, you see your twin giggle as the guy playfully pushes her inside the room, followed by the door slamming with a loud thud despite the blasting disco music. You wonder how desperate could your sister be for deciding to follow a random man alone in a closed room knowing what could possibly happen.
Well, your sister did repeatedly say she was "dying to get laid" months prior. Maybe today was the day she was finally getting that.
But maybe today was also the day she’s going to die because she’s about to do something she might regret for the rest of her life (+ your parents will, again, definitely k-word both of you if she’s caught).
Before you could even approach the door, you spot a familiar blue-haired woman, sitting down cross-legged near the bar counter.
Caitlyn.
Upon seeing her, your heart drops the second time, beads of sweat forming on your temples. Both you and your sister should get out now, because if Caitlyn sees you and asks where your sister is, both of you should be prepared to never see the light of day again.
Here's the thing: Caitlyn's parents are close friends of your parents, so it's inevitable that you'd often meet each other. Both of you had never shared a proper conversation before though, just a few hello's and a "Can you please pass me the sauce?" over the table during family dinners.
One thing you know about Caitlyn though is that she always does what she thinks is right.
…She will be a snitch if she wants to.
The reason why her presence right now is so unnerving is because you can't forget the day how your mother made her promise that she should tell her immediately if "one of her daughters are caught doing crazy things", and Caitlyn always keeps her promises.
And just your luck, Caitlyn looks up at the perfect time, her piercing blue eyes locking on yours.
You freeze.
She tilts her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curling in what looks suspiciously like amusement. You can already feel the lecture forming, not from her but from your parents, the second she makes that phone call.
She picks up a glass, takes a sip, and then—oh no—stands up, walking through the crowd until she’s standing right in front of you, effortlessly poised despite the chaos around you both.
“Funny seeing you here,” she says, her voice smooth but carrying a note of dry humor.
“This—this isn’t what it looks like,” you stammer, hating how defensive you sound.
She raises a brow. “Isn’t it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like your sister just disappeared into a room with a guy who probably doesn’t know her name, and you’re about to have a heart attack trying to figure out what to do about it.”
You wince. “Okay, maybe it is what it looks like. But—”
"But you didn’t want to be here in the first place,” Caitlyn finishes for you, crossing her arms. “And now you’re stuck cleaning up the mess.”
You nod, a little surprised she understands so easily.
“Let me guess,” she says, her smirk growing. “You’re worried I’m going to tell your parents.”
“Uh, yeah. Pretty much,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. The rate of your heartbeat increases each second, and you fidget your fingers.
Caitlyn sighs, shaking her head. “Relax. I’m not going to snitch.”
“You’re not?”
“No,” she says simply. Then she leans in slightly, her voice quieter but firm. “But I am going to help you.”
“Help me?” You blink, confused.
“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes slightly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because if you go barging into that room on your own, you’ll probably make things worse. So, let’s handle this together before your sister does something she regrets.”
You hesitate, unsure if you can trust her, but something about her calm, confident attitude is reassuring.
“Why would you help me?” you ask.
She shrugs, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Because I’ve been in your shoes before. And honestly? It’s better than having your mom yell at me for not stepping in.”
You groan, rubbing your temples. “Fine. What’s the plan?”
Caitlyn’s smile widens, just slightly, and for the first time, it feels genuine. “Follow my lead.”
Instead of heading toward the room, Caitlyn gestures toward the bar.
“What are you doing?” you hiss, looking between her and the door where your sister disappeared.
“Relax,” she says, grabbing two stools. “We’ll give it a minute. If we charge in too quickly, your sister’s just going to get defensive and make things worse. Trust me on this.”
You hesitantly sit beside her, tapping your fingers against the counter. Caitlyn orders herself a soda, which surprises you. “Not drinking?” you ask.
She shakes her head. “I like to keep a clear head in places like this. Too many people lose theirs.”
You nod slowly, watching her as she takes a sip. For someone who’s in a club, surrounded by chaos, she seems so calm, like none of this fazes her.
“So… do you come here often?” you ask awkwardly, desperate to fill the silence.
She laughs softly. “Not really. A friend dragged me out tonight, but she ditched me for some guy about an hour ago.”
You wince. “Sounds familiar.”
Caitlyn smiles, her eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, but at least I ended up with better company.”
You blink, heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh.”
There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, her voice softer. “You’re a good sibling, you know that?”
You scoff. “I’m just trying to keep her out of trouble.”
“Exactly.” She tilts her head, studying you. “Not everyone would go through this kind of mess for someone else. It says a lot about you.”
Her words catch you off guard, and you find yourself fidgeting under her gaze. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is,” she insists, her tone warm but firm. “And I think it’s admirable.”
Before you can respond, Caitlyn glances toward the door where your sister disappeared. She sighs and stands. “Alright, I think we’ve waited long enough. Ready to be the hero?”
You nod, your heart racing as you follow her. But as you walk beside her, you notice the way her shoulder brushes against yours, the way her presence somehow makes you feel less panicked and more… safe.
Your heart flutters again, and you stare intently on Caitlyn's back. BUT, your heart drops for the third time today as your phone rings.
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gyaruhana · 12 hours ago
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Can u please write wlw smut for my glorious queen se-mi player 380
Se-mi/Player 380 - hatefucking
Synopsis: You and Se-mi can't stand each other so what better way to deal with that issue then fight for dominance?
A/N: i did combine this with another request for hatesex bc they both were wuh luh wuh so.. hope you don't mind!!
Warnings: smut content, choking, degradation, slight fight for dominance, fingering, it's hatesex..
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If there was one thing you avoided, it was arguments. You preferred to avoid making enemies because; what was the point? It was far better to make friends than enemies who’d plot your death on the daily. Friends would be there to make you happy and comfort you when you're sad. Enemies would just laugh at you and pull you further down into the depths of sadness. That's why you always opted for only making friends and allies.
The only exception to this little rule was her. Se-mi.
Se-mi had been getting on your nerves from the moment you had both spared a glance at each other. There was something about her that reeked of over-confidence and judgement. The way she would look at you with that smirk on her face as if she thought she was better than you. It pisses you the fuck off and all you wanted to do was punch her face in so she could never smirk or scoff at you again.
Whether it was for good or bad, Se-mi felt the same way. You were always so nice to everyone, even to those who didn't deserve kindness whatsoever. It pissed her off that you'd try to be friends with everyone. Were you naive or just plain stupid? Whatever it was, she didn't like it. You were so happy-go-lucky as if you weren't trapped in this hell hole where people are being killed left and right. She didn't trust you at all because you seemed like the type who'd willingly stab someone in the back sooner or later.
In short, the feeling of hate was mutual between you two and, everytime you were near each other, there was a silent tension of unspoken dislike. Neither of you had actually communicated your dislike through speech, it was all just glares from across the room and the purposeful avoidance of each other.
Today, you unfortunately didn't have the opportunity to avoid each other like you two usually opted to do.
It was the third game and it was called ‘Mingle’. It wasn't a difficult game as long as you weren't one to crack under the pressure of a short time limit. All you had to do was form a group of whatever number was called out and then run into a room with them. The first four rounds went well for you since you were friends with practically everyone here and could always find a group to join.
When the fifth round came, the number two was called and chaos broke out quite quickly as people realized not everyone will be fortunate enough to get a room. As chaos broke out and lights flashed, you found it rather difficult to see who was on their lonesome and needed a pair. Luckily for you, you managed to spot the tall silhouette of someone who was on their own so you ran towards them and grabbed a hold of their wrist, dragging them into one of the last free rooms. You quickly shut it behind you as you let out a relieved sigh - glad you managed to find someone before it was too late.  
When you turned around, you were met with the unimpressed face of Se-mi. You almost let out a groan of annoyance at the sight of her. Maybe you should go back out there and just get shot. At least then she'd die as well and you could rest peacefully knowing she'd never plague anyone with her ugly personality again. 
“I'm not happy to see you either,” she says as she folds her arms across her chest and leans against the wall behind her. You let out a scoff of annoyance as the doors finally locked indicating the timer was up. Considering you'd probably be trapped in this room for a while until they clear out the bodies, maybe now would be a good time to confront her about her behavior.
“What's your problem? You're always such an asshole to me,” you say as you step closer to her. Your words may have been slightly aggressive but you couldn't help it when she was around. She just naturally got on every nerve in your body. In response to your words, she pushes off the wall and uncrosses her arms to step closer to you.
“My problem? You're the one with the problem,” Se-mi spoke as she looked at you with annoyance. The audacity you had to call her a bitch as if you were any better. Seeing you like this made her believe all your kindness really was an act for your own personal gain. That only fueled her hatred for you.
“You're the one who's been glaring at me since day one. You're a total fucking dickhead with your arrogant attitude,” you speak as you point an accusatory finger in her face. You were sick of how she'd act and the way she'd judge everyone silently. She needed a wake up call or something so she'd stop standing on her high horse. After all, she glared at you first. What were you supposed to do? Let her treat you like that? Hell no. You might be all for making friends but that doesn't mean you'll back down when someone chooses to be your enemy.
Then suddenly, out of the blue - her hand wrapped around your throat and she pushed you onto the wall. “I'd watch your mouth when you speak to me,” she says with anger bubbling inside her. Calling her arrogant? Who did you think you were? Someone needed to put you in your place.
You were taken aback by the sudden violence before grabbing her wrist tightly and glaring at her. “Or what? What are you going to do about it? Kill me?” you spoke sarcastically. You didn't fear her at all or the hand around your throat. It's not like she'd kill you. She couldn't have the guts to murder someone. You knew her type. Assholes on the outside, total pussies on the inside. They all just made enemies with people they assumed were weak so they could act tough.
She was quiet for a moment as she thought about your words. She couldn't kill you, no. You wouldn't learn anything that way (and she might get in trouble for that). She'd have to take a different approach if she wanted to make you learn a lesson about your bitchy behavior and, thankfully, she knew just how to make someone learn a lesson. She smirked for a moment before nodding her head.
“I won't kill you, no. I'll teach you a lesson,” she spoke before suddenly pressing her lips to yours. Her hand stayed wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing to serve as a warning. You didn't expect her to kiss you of all things. It left you frozen in shock. Her kiss wasn't gentle either. It was rough as if its purpose was to silence you. There was nothing loving about it and, strangely enough, you found yourself actually being turned on by it. You didn't have feelings for her, no. You hated her but you were stuck in a place like this with no guarantee of a tomorrow so maybe a little hatefuck wouldn't be a terrible idea.
“Fuck, you're a shitty kisser,” you speak when she pulls away. She lets out a bitter chuckle at your words and shakes her head. “Thought I told you to watch your mouth?” She said as her free hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. Oh, Se-mi was going to make sure you submit and watch your attitude towards her from now on.  “You think I'll listen to you?” You respond snarkily. 
“Oh, you will,” she says, her hand making it to your underwear as she gently traces the fabric of it. She moves her hand beneath the fabric and gently feels your entrance. “You're wet. You're just a whore, huh?” she spoke with a mocking smirk. She found it amusing that you were turned on by something like this. 
You were about to make a quick comment in response when she quickly slid her index finger into you making you let out a moan. God, you didn't expect her to do that so suddenly. She was full of surprises today. You quickly recovered from the initial shock as you noticed the smug look on her face. It drove you insane. If she thought she was teaching you a lesson like this, you'd have to teach her one too.
“Don't think you're in control,” you speak before grabbing the back of her head and pressing your lips to hers. Se-mi would be lying if she said she wasn't a little taken aback by the sudden kiss. She had assumed you'd fold immediately but apparently you were much more of a challenge. She smirked into the kiss before pulling her finger out slowly and then teasingly thrusting it back in. You let out a muffled moan at the feeling as you bring your free hand to the hem of her shirt. You lift it up slightly before putting your hand underneath and slowly trailing it upwards. 
“Might want to try harder to please me. You do a poor job at fingering a girl,” you speak after breaking from the kiss. She shakes her head with the smirk not leaving her face as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you quicker. “Oh really? Your body says otherwise,” she says, her hand tightening around your throat once more to serve as a silent warning. 
“I'm not even close to getting to cum. Can't you do any better?” You say as your hand that had earlier slipped under her shirt pinched her nipple. She tensed for a moment as her breath hitched, making you laugh. “What? That sensitive?” You tease and she sends a glare at you. She could try to dominate you as much as she wants but you weren't one to submit so easily.
She suddenly presses her thumb to your clit and starts to rub it roughly. The sensation makes you lean your head back against the wall as you moan. “Seems like you're the sensitive one,” she says as she watches your reactions carefully. As much as you wouldn't ever admit it, she was actually quite good with her fingers. She knew exactly how to move them and get someone to cum quite quickly. 
“if we weren't stuck here, I'd show you how good I could really fuck you,” you speak with a smirk as you look back at her again. “sure you could,” she responds sarcastically as she continues to thrust her fingers at a quick pace. She could tell you were close now as she felt you clench around her fingers.
“You're close, huh?” she says, clearly mocking you. You laugh breathlessly as you shake your head and look to the side. God, she was still such a cocky bitch. You looked at her before pulling on her hair and glaring at her. “When I cum, I'll make you lick your fingers clean, yeah?” you speak and the smirk on her face seems to grow bigger. Fuck, she really didn't think you'd still be acting so dominant. It was actually turning her on more - getting to fight for dominance like this.
With a few more thrusts of her fingers you came undone with a quiet moan. She slowly pulls her fingers out of you and you don't waste a second to grab her hand and pull it out of your pants. “C’mon, suck,” you say as you bring her hand to her mouth, her fingers wet with your cum. She looks at you for a moment before slowly putting her fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean of your cum. She pulls them out of her mouth after a few seconds and, as if on cue, the door unlocked meaning the guards had finished cleaning.
You both looked at the door before looking at each other again. “If you make it out alive of this place, I'll have to fuck you on my dildo next time,” she speaks as she steps back from you. “Looking forward to it- seeing you embarrass yourself, i mean,” you respond before walking out without another word and leaving her alone in the room. She watched you walk out before scoffing.
“She better make it out alive,”
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drachis917 · 10 hours ago
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Alright, I know I have more, but here are the first ten that come to mind:
Hornet! Silksong will come out this year trust (delusional)
Futaba Sakura! I'd call her the best girl in Persona 5, but that term is usually applied in a romantic context and she is very little sister coded.
Zelda! Pretty much all versions of her are figurative and literal queens, I love them.
Maya Fey! Girl so silly and whimsical she gets accused for murder
Athena Cykes! A more recent Ace Attorney protag that I immediately liked, and dear lord I want her to get more attention in possible sequels.
The Princess! You're here to ✨slay✨
Ashley Graham! ResE 4 Remake, thank you for making this wonderful girl so much less annoying and letting her personality shine.
Edelgard! I don't like her as much as I like Dimitri, but she is still very compelling.
Himiko Toga! I want to give her so many hugs and actual therapy and a better ending where she doesn't die. League of Villains Family fanfiction save me
Katie Mitchell! The Mitchells vs the Machines is a fantastic movie, and Katie is the perfect protagonist for that kind of story.
Honorable mentions to Gem and Pearl, who are amazing but the line between characters and content creators can get kinda weird sometimes and I really like all versions of them, and Naoto Shirogane, who is canonically a girl but I headcanon them as genderfluid so I'm not sure she counts.
Name ten female characters you like, you get zapped if it's jsut a male character you call a babygirl or other feminine nicknames because I can't see people calling Lestat coquette again
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