#tw forced sex

[theeonlyroman]

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Part 1: Everyone falls

Before everything had took a turn for the worse you were with Kyle too which Price knew about but had chose not say anything because of the potential he had saw in you both and the fact that regardless of your relationship it did not interfere with the teams overall dynamic and efficiency.

Price is especially fond of you often times thinking of you as a favored protege or a daughter, it’s somewhere along those lines.

Ghost has a not so secret thing for you which had started out entirely innocent, before you and Kyle had gotten together Soap would often encourage him to try to take things further and ask you on a date but it almost never worked out.

But you and Kyle had fit seamlessly together in a way that made sense and had came so naturally that the chemistry was so unreal. You both had brought the best out in one another and others had often viewed you both as endgame.

It made Ghost feel insecure and had caused him to shut his own feelings down for you as a way of protecting himself.

Sadly Task Force 141 would soon be torn apart at the hands of Makarov and his protege Nikolai.

Nikolai had infiltrated the 141 under the guise of William, who was from the rural area of Rutland in the East Midlands.

Over a period of time “William” had gained the team’s trust (not really Ghost) and had made himself an integral member of the task force. But little did you all know that all of Williams action’s were deliberate and meant to lead the 141 into a carefully planned trap.

Both he and Makarov had captured you, Ghost and Soap and rather than kill you both he had decided that he would much rather send all three of you back broken beyond repair to Price especially you, Price’s most favored.

But Makarov had decided to let his protege Nikolai make the choice of what form of torture he’d like to enforce, it wasn’t until then that all three of you had saw his true colors.

Nikolai had raised a gun to your head instructing you to strip bare in front of your teammates to which you did but he wasn’t satisfied and was rather miffed that you did so with a steely, guarded face.

His eyes drifted to Soap refusing to look at your bare body out of respect for you, not only as your teammate but most importantly your best friend.

It was then a sick, smug grin slithered across his face, he turned his attention to Soap and slowly walked towards him and tilted his head with his gun underneath Soap’s chin.

“Hey Soapy bitch? Isn’t she a fine woman? I can see why Gaz is so how you say “touchy” with her” his grin seems to grow even wider as he looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Ghost angrily clench his hands together

Nikolai looks back to Soap and coldly looks at him in the eyes and says

“I want you to rape her”

And it was in that moment you could feel the atmosphere grow colder as if Death was looming not far away from where you had stood but you refused to break under Makarov’s cold, indifference.

“Fuck you” Soap says and Nikolai gets up with a shrug and soon points his gun to your head and before he could pull the trigger Soap screams reaching for Nikolai but is soon shot in the head by Makarov.

Soap falls before you and Ghost, his once shiny blue eyes now dull and devoid of life.

You want to cry, you want to reach for his body and beg for him to come back but you can’t, you can’t because you know that it can mean the end for you too.

Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Ghost, you can see his resolve slowly crumbling as his best friend lays before him but before you and him know it Nikolai’s screeching laughter interrupts your shared feelings.

“Oh I know I know how about this!” He calls for more men and they surround Ghost and he instructs them not to kill Ghost but make sure you watch what they are about to do.

They brutally beat him, Nikolai tells him that if he fights back they won’t even bother raping you they just tie you to the back of their truck and drag your bare body across the ground till your nothing but scraps.

So he takes every kick and every punch but the one thing he won’t do is scream, cry or beg and little by little he feels that what’s left of him his slowly breaking as he watches your resolve break. Now he doesn’t see you, he sees a broken, frightened woman crying; you almost reminded him of a child if it weren’t for the fact that you were naked.

He wishes that you didn’t choose this way of life, he wishes that he had the courage to finally confess his love for you. He wishes to tell you that Soap said you’d both go good together, he wishes that Soap was his best man and that he was alive. Ghost wishes for so many things but in some sick twisted way he knows that those dreams would never come true. Soap is gone and he doesn’t even know how far gone you are and he doesn’t even know if he has the strength to pull you both from this.

Finally once this is over and he wakes from consciousness he can hear you screaming for him to wake up and he looks at you and sees you still standing, shivering and he sees Nikolai sitting there waiting for him to wake up.

“Have a nice rest lover boy? Thought you’d never wake up, we were almost gonna have some fun with the pretty baby but looks like you beat us to it”

Ghost shuts his eyes breathing heavily trying to steady what’s left of his resolve and shakily gets up

“Oh my! Look at you! Good for you big boy doing all the hard work of lifting you for us we should make you one of us!” Nikolai laughs and he walks towards you and his cocky nature calms, it turns more sadistic and he waits for Ghost to stand at his full height.

“Cause we’re not done because now your gonna TAKE her and your gonna thank me for it because even the flys on this wall know you want her and if you don’t well tsk tsk maybe I’ll cut parts of her off and feed her to you and in a way that’s pretty romantic don’t you think?”

[icycoldninja]

I'll love you forever (Vergil x reader angst)

TW: Rape/noncon, blood, graphic violence, death, really angsty/dark themes, and cursing. If you are a minor or are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!!!

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"Y/N, run!" Vergil shouted, using the Yamato to slice a gibbering demon in half. You ducked as its entrails whizzed past you; one of it's severed feet almost hit you in the face.

"I can't!" You replied, pulling out your own weapon and using it to kill an encroaching demon with large horns. The demon's corpse collapsed at your feet, adding to the pile of demon bodies that was beginning to build up. You and Vergil were stranded in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hungry, angry demons. There were hundreds of them, all huge, armed, and tough as hell. Even with Vergil's legendary prowess and your own skill, there was no way you two would make it out of here alive--something Vergil knew all too well. This was the third time he'd insisted upon you leaving; he said he'd use the Yamato to open a portal back to civilization so you could get to safety, but you'd adamantly refused. How could you leave the love of your life to die like this? No, if you were going down, you were going down together. Vergil leaped into the air and sliced apart a demon that was mere inches from biting into your lower back; you took the head off of a denizen that had almost sliced off Vergil's leg.

"Why are you being so stubborn right now?!" Vergil yelled, panting heavily.

"Just go!" You shook your head.

"I'm not going. I'm staying here with you." Vergil shot you a look of both exhaustion and adoration. How he loved you for being so loyal to him.

"You're a fool, Y/N." He mumbled, before performing Judgement Cut on a particularly large demon.

"I might be a fool," You admitted, chuckling, "But I'm your fool."

From somewhere behind you, Vergil scoffed. Although he might have acted all annoyed and grumpy, but on the inside, he was practically glowing with love for you.

"Y/N, you are-" He was cut off when a HUGE demon with seven arms yanked him into the air by the foot.

"Shit," You swore, whirling around. "Vergil!" The demon was holding him upside down by his ankle; its 6 other arms were busy tearing away his clothing. Vergil struggled, kicked at the demon's arms, but the creature was so large and so strong, nothing he did affected the situation he was in at all. The demon, tired of his futile attempts to slice its arms off with the Yamato, squeezed his ankle, hard.

POP!

Vergil screamed in pain as his ankle was literally crushed under the demon's strength.

"Vergil!" You shouted, barreling you way past the congregating demons in order to get to him.

"No, stay back, Y/N, this one's different!"

What happened next only served to accentuate his words. The demon yanked the Yamato out of his hand and stripped him of his clothes. It tore his shirt, coat, pants, and boxers clean off in one swipe of its' powerful arms. Vergil, both pained and confused, could only hang there helplessly as an enormously long, phallic object emerged from between the demon's legs.

"What the-?!" You both cried in disbelief as several other, equally large demons with nearly equally sized phallic body parts gathered around Vergil.

"Oh no." You mumbled inwardly, as you realized what those objects were and what the demons were planning to do with them. You ran forwards, trying to reach Vergil before the demons did what you thought they were going to do. Sadly, your attempts were in vain. The horde of demons surrounded you, and without Vergil's help, you were unable to clear them away. The demons grabbed your arms and legs and held you still while the demon holding Vergil forced its cock into his mouth; Vergil gagged and choked, flailing about wildly. A few minutes later, other demons thrusted their cocks into Vergil's ass one by one. Soon, each demon began pounding him ruthlessly; he'd get one thrust from one creature, then another demon had it's turn, and so on. Vergil yelled in anguish as the demons defiled him, but his cries were unfortnately muffled by the huge demon cock shoved down his throat. He kicked and thrashed, but the demons simply grabbed hold of his limbs and snapped them. Meanwhile, you were held captive by the demons surrounding you, forced to watch as your beloved Vergil was violated over and over again--forced to watch as his body was literally torn apart. The creatures ripped off his arms and legs the way a child rips apart paper dolls. They shoved their dicks into him, tearing apart his organs from the inside out. They scratched at him with their claws, ripping his skin; adding to his pain.

You struggled, trying to break free so you could rescue your lover-or at least what was left of him. "VERGIL!!!" You screamed, but you were just as helpless as he was.

Once the monsters had their fun, they dropped the remains of your lover's broken, bleeding body on the ground and scampered back to whatever depths of hell they cake from.

"Vergil!" You sobbed, running towards him.

"Y/N...." He slowly turned his head towards you, staring up at you with his beautiful blue eyes--eyes that despite his agony, glowed with a deep affection for you.

"Listen to me, baby." His voice sounded raspy; his throat was torn and ruined from the demons' abuse. "Look at me." He managed to force a smile through all his pain. "I love you. I love you so much. I will always love you." You nodded, tearfully peppering his handsome face with kisses.

"I love you too, Verg. I love you too." Vergil smiled at you in that adorable way he always did.

"My Y/N....my baby girl...." You could see the life in his eyes was fading. You were losing him.

"No, no, please don't leave me." You begged, holding onto him with all your strength. "Please!" Vergil took in a shuddering, raspy breath.

"I want you to know...I'll love you...forever."

You shook your head fervently.

"No! No, stay with me, please." Despite your pleas, you knew there was no way he could stay alive much longer. He'd lost all his limbs and so much blood--it was a miracle he'd lasted this long. Tears spilling from your eyes, you cupped his bloody cheeks and kissed him on the lips, one last time. "I love you, Vergil. I always will."

With a pained, exhausted sigh, Vergil took one last look at his baby, then shut his eyes and was still.

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup Masterlist

THIS SERIES IS COMPLETED

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Total Parts: 17

Total Word Count: ~43.3k

Summary: A mission that was supposed to be easy doesn't go your way, but when does it ever when the 141 is involved? Aphrodisiacs that were incredibly powerful were used on yourself and Simon, and with one accident it took over your lives. Now, you need to figure out how to go about life as a newly mated Omega in a world made for Alphas.

Content Tags: Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die, Heat, Rut, Angst, Knotting, PIV Sex, Biting, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Pregnancy, Kinda Pregnancy Loss, Teasing, Use of Pet-Names, Simon is shit at talking and emotions, He figures it out tho, Dropping of the L word, Near Death, Pregnancy, Vomiting, Task Force 141 is a Pack, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I just wanted to make sure anyone who needed (or wanted) to have a one-stop shop for the Maple Syrup series (and drabbles pertaining to it) can have it. Please send me asks! Masterlist under the Cut!

🧼 = smut, 🧸 = angst, 💞 = fluff

Main Storyline:

Part 1: Maple Syrup 🧼

Part 2: The Aftermath 🧸

Part 3: Alpha, Please 🧼💞

Part 4: Feral 💞

Part 5: The Hearing 🧸

Part 6: Talk 🧸

Part 7: Lost and Found 🧸 💞

Part 8: Hot and Cold 🧼 🧸

Part 9: Hoops 🧸

Part 10: Thirteen 🧸

Part 11: Tags 🧸

Part 12: Ghost 🧸

Part 13: Tea 🧸💞🧼

Part 14: Meetings 🧸💞

Part 15: Tears 🧸💞

Part 16: Nothing 🧸

Part 17: Happy 💞🧸

Drabbles, Oneshots, Side-Stories:

Simons Rut 🧼

Headcannons 💞🧸🧼

[ryatsdollface]

drug me, kidnap me, take me somewhere where no one can find me, then use me whenever you please

[d3vdgrll]

is it bad that i’m sexually attracted to my weed pen

[backpackingspace]

I am once again thinking about how odysseus who witnessed the horrors that the captured women went through (one of his main duties in the iliad was taking the women back home and making sure they were as comfortable as possible and safe because he was the only one trusted not to violate them further due to his devotion to penelope. And in the odyssey part of the reason circe sent him to the underworld was so that he'd have to listen to all these women's stories (before he could talk to the prophet) ). Who was one of the few that saw women as people and respected their space and opinions. And was then put in those exact same situations. I don't have the motivation right now to do a full literary analysis of this (I'll site the sources too) but oh man one day I'm going to write a full essay on this.

[uncanny-tranny]

Okay, are belly button piercings "trashy," or do you just associate them with femininity, or women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy? Are 'tramp stamps' "trashy", or do you just associate them with femininity, or women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy? Is pole dance "trashy", or do you associate it with women, or sex work and strike it down as inherently less worthy?

These are examples, but I find it interesting when people link things with womanhood or femininity or - gasp! - sex work and then immediately condemn, scrutinize, and dehumanize those who even dapple a little in these things, even if it isn't for sex work or to "look trashy." It's funny how the feminine or woman is seen as trashy until proven otherwise, and it's shameful that people still hold the bias that women must prove their humanity by not "being trashy" or "acting like a hooker."

[generalgalaxymusic]

Clubbing Part 1

Post clubbing is the best with my sweet princess. I mean she just spent the last 4 hours in the club grinding on me, shaking her ass, and making fuck me eyes at me. So by the time we get in the car I'm all frustrated and she doesn't stand a chance; I've been feeding her so many drinks throughout the night, she lost count hours ago. At this point she's like putty in my hands. As soon as we're in the car her face is buried in my crotch, licking desperately at my pants, hoping I pull it out and using it to rape her throat. But not yet. See I take her to a secluded spot, somewhere no one can see and I pull her out of the car with her hair, dragged her out and on to the ground. I rip her panties off and of course she's already soaked, perfect for me because now she can taste her desperation as I shove the panties in her mouth.

[boyfriendgideon]

as yr favorite local jason todd fan sometimes i get so fed up with the apparent inability of most dc comic writers to write a class conscious narrative about him.

and yes, i know that comics are a very ephemeral and constantly evolving and self-conflicting medium.

and yes, i know they’re a profit-driven art medium created in a capitalistic society, so there are very few times where comics are going to be created solely out of the desire to authentically and carefully and deliberately represent a character and take them from one emotional narrative place to another, because dc cares about profit and sometimes playing it safe is what sells.

and yes, i know comics and other forms of art reflect and recreate the society within which they were conceived as ideas, and so the dominant societal ideas about gender and race and class and so on are going to be recreated within comics (and/or will be responded to, if the writer is particularly societally conscious).

but jesus christ. you (the writer/writers) have a working class character who has been homeless, who has lost multiple parents, who has been in close proximity to someone struggling with addiction, who has had to steal to survive, who may have (depending on your reading of several different moments across different comics created by different people) been a victim of csa, who has clearly (subtextually) struggled with his mental health, who was a victim of a violent murder, and who has an entirely distinct and unique perspective on justice that has evolved based on his lived experiences.

and instead of delving into any of that, or examining the myriad of ways that classism in the writers’ room and the editors’ room and the readers’ heads affected jason’s character to make sure you’re writing him responsibly, or giving him a plotline where his views on what justice looks like are challenged by another working class character, or allowing him to demonstrate actual autonomy and agency in deciding what relationships he wants to have with people who he loves but sees as having failed him in different ways, or thinking carefully about what his having chosen an alias that once belonged to his murderer says about his decision-making and motivations, you keep him stuck in a loop of going by the red hood, addressing crime by occupying a position of relative power that perpetuates crime & harm rather than ever getting at the root causes, and seesawing between a) agreeing with his adoptive family entirely about fighting nonlethally in ways that are often inconsistent with his apparent motivations or b) disagreeing and experiencing unnecessarily brutal and violent reactions from his adoptive father as if that kind of violence isn’t the kind of thing he experienced as a child and something bruce himself is trying to prevent jason from perpetuating. because a comic with red hood, quips, high stakes, and familial drama sells.

it doesn’t matter if it keeps jason trapped, torn between an unanswered moral and philosophical question, a collection of identities that no longer fit him, and a family that accepts him circumstantially. it doesn’t matter if jason’s characterization is so utterly inconsistent that the only way to mesh it together is to piece different aspects of different titles and plotlines together like a jigsaw. it doesn’t matter if you do a disservice to his character, because in the end you don’t want to transform him or even understand him deeply enough to identify what makes him compelling and focus on that.

and i love jason!!!!! i love him. and i think about the stories we could have, if quality and art and doing justice to the character were prioritized as much as selling a title and having a dark and brooding batfam member besides bruce just to be the black sheep character are prioritized. and i just get a little sad.

[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

[opossumanon]

Asexuality in fanfiction (Please read tags for warnings yall)

The awkward thing about asexuality is that when reading fanfic about a character who's ace, usually the fics I read will either

Make the character not asexual

Has the character be asexual and despises sex (Which leads to that character basically being raped by their romantic interest; seriously this trope happens WAAAAAAAY more often than I'd like)

Maybe occasionally has the character's ace-ness be nuanced, but it only goes as far as "I'm bored by sex but I'm chill with doing stuff to my partner" which only shows one other way to be asexual

This particularly annoys me because I'm asexual. I probably fall into the sex-positive category. The reason I am still ace is because I do experience arousal, I would like to have sexual experiences with others (Wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't but it's still something I'd like to do), but I don't get "turned on" by other people. Basically if someone who's hot were to walk up to me naked I wouldn't be guaranteed to have a reaction but sometimes I can just be sitting and then suddenly have the urge to do the horizontal mambo. (I know there's probably a micro label for this, I just don't give a shit)

I know my case is rare, I know that aces like me are only brought up to try and excuse asexual erasure (I fucking hate it), but I still can't help but be disappointed that the only options for asexuality (In fanfic) are being 100%, being 0%, being some version of a stone, or being raped.

What about aces like me? What about aces who aren't like me but are still different than the three types listed above?

It's funny too cuz I remember this one fic that had smut between two characters (Consensual and both parties actually enjoyed it), one of which is ace in his original/comic book form, and the writer was all "I feel bad cuz [character] is ace in the comics and us aces get so little rep already" and I'm wondering how the author, who's ace themself, forgot about how asexuality is a spectrum?

You can have an ace character who gets horny and likes sex but just doesn't get turned on by people!

You can have an ace character who doesn't want anything to do with sex 99% of the time, but every once in a blue moon decides they want to roll in the sheets with their partner that night!

You can have an ace character who only gets aroused in specific circumstances, such as how long they've known the object of their arousal for!

Asexuality is such a wide spectrum that includes so much nuance, and seeing fic writers basically spit on it is so disheartening as a writer myself. One of the main ingredients to being a good writer, in my personal opinion, is to be able to take an aspect of your character and explore it/redefine it/expand on it in a way that satisfies the story!!!!

I don't know how to end this post tbh, I just wanna say that asexuality is more than three subtypes and you're allowed to narrow in on certain parts of the spectrum for your character, regardless of how "well-known" that part you're focusing on might be.

[backpackingspace]

Okay but consider post Canon over protective Athena who is sick to death of her most devout being raped.

Athena sticking close to the whole family and promising penelope that she'll keep a close eye on odysseus the first time he has to go into the market and penelope can't go with him. (She was going to go anyway. She's never actually going to let any of them out of her sight ever again. And it's an easy promise to her dearest weaver who seems so distressed to have odysseus leaving her side.)

Athena fully manifesting in the market when someone grabs odysseus with godly flashes of snakes and owls and the drums of war to scream /release him/ (odysseus is feeling indulgent for both his patron and his wife it's so cute that they're this worried it's not like he couldn't defend himself just fine. Especially from whatever poor fuck just grabbed him who definitely doesn't deserve a goddess screaming in his face. Hes trying so hard not to laugh if he did athena would send him flying.)

Athena telling all the other gods that yes she knows odysseus is the favorite barbie doll she choose him well after all and to back the fuck off if any of them bother him again they will have made an enemy of her.

Athena disguising odysseus only as an old beggar from here on out instead of an irresistibly tall and handsome man. Because she saw how uncomfortable nausicaa's attention made him.

[digenerate-trash]

everybody only ever wanna talk about yan bailey…nobody wanna talk about yan avery making you cockwarm him while he sits at his desk working or suck him off while he’s on a business call…. 💔💔💔

(you're so right. wheres the love for my terrible man with all the money in the world???)

AMAB Avery | GN pc

Avery bringing you to the office as a treat for the day. He introduces you to everyone and they all comment on how polite and quiet you are. He loves that about you. You're the perfect little socialite.

Several people comment on the skirt Avery made you wear. Some even say how much it suits you with a wink. Avery's hand on your shoulder gets tighter at these responses but he's still proud and happy with you as he leads you to his office. It's flashy and nice. With a beautiful view that overlooks the shoreline. Not that you get to look at it before Avery is pulling you into his lap.

His hands reach down under the skirt his lean fingers tracing over your bare skin. His hands are cold and it makes you whimper as he slides a finger inside of you. You're barely ready for it tight and uncomfortable as Avery prepares you.

He's happy to keep fingering you as he looks over his work. Every time he hits a sweatspot you whimper and he hushes you gently. He presses more fingers in as well just to tease you and keep you spread for him. After he's satisfied with that he unzips his pants and teases your hole with his cock he leans you over his desk and takes his time pressing just the tip against you popping the head in and out of your entrance until he can't stand it anymore and he eases you on his cock.

He lets you stay like that for way too long while he works. He lets you squirm and readjust as much as you like. Avery prides himself on his self-control. As you lean back against him your face flushed. Your hands covering your mouth to stop your moans. This is much better than any date he could have taken you on. This way he gets to be entertained and continue his work.

Eventually, though he leans you forward again and starts to thrust in and out of you slowly. He presses you down into the desk by your neck and urges you to be quiet. People are working after all. Your hips are starting to get bruised with every bump against the desk and when you both finally cum you are spent. But Avery still wants more.

He pushes you down to your knees under the desk and urges your face into his crotch demanding you clean him up

"I have a meeting in here in 5 minutes. So try to be quiet." 

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I'm sorry, NORDIC BUNNY'S A TUMBLR SEXYMAN?!

Fellas is it weird to simp for a guitar

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A Tale of Woe, Ep. 57: Practice Makes Perfect

(previous episodes)

"Uhm... that shot you guys gave me, what was in that? I can feel my arms and legs getting weak.. what are you doing to me?"

"Oh don't worry, Misty, the Doctor told me all about it. Just sit back and get comfortable, because your muscles are about to get so weak you won't be able to move for a while. But you won't be knocked out, just held still for your treatment. And guess what? I get to do it all by myself this time!"

"What the hell are you talking about, Jennifer, what kind of treatment?"

"Oh, I'm gonna tickle your feet! It's a skill I've been working on, and I need all the practice I can get, and here you are! Isn't that exciting?"

"What the actual fuck? I'm not even ticklish..."

"Oh, I think we all know you are. If you doubt it, in a few minutes I'm going to prove it to you.."

"You fucking bitch! I'm outta here... I'm walking.. right after I kick your ass!"

"Misty, with that medicine in you, you won't make it to the door! I'd be surprised if you could even stand up at this point"

"I.. uh... holy fuck.. I'd smack you one right now if I could lift my arm! I'm gonna get you for this..."

"Oh, I'm sure you will, but for now just try to relax!"

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