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bts-0t-7 · 11 days
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BTS | MYG | FIC RECS
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This list is probably one of the longer ones cause sheesh... I'm a sucker for cats 😭 I hope you'll enjoy the fics as much as I have and don't forget to tell the authors how much you've liked their work!!
Have some spices 😌...
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Three Tangerines, @kithtaehyung (smut, brother's best friend, implied age gap au)
Illicit Favours, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, tiny angst, smut, non idol au. Friends to Lovers)
Oh, Darling!, @yoongiofmine (Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au)
Predator, @liveyun (gangster au, smut)
Apricity, @liveyun (arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers)
Petals, @yoonia (parenthood au, fluff)
The devil wears Valentino, @orchidyoonkook (One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Age Gap, Slice of Life, Angst, Smut, Fluff)
Sugar, @zehakoo (strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut)
Peaches in bed, @borathae (Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU)
Yoongi's Lullaby, @jiminrings (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)
Snow Blanket, @yoonieper (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)
A Wager of Lords and Love, @hisunshiine (regency era au, arranged marriage au, s2l, fluff, smut, angst)
By The Time I've Figured Out What It's Worth, @ugh-yoongi (est. relationship, marriage au, angst, smut, fluff)
Bad Things, @yoonia (Brothel!au, Street Fighter!Yoongi, Escort!reader)
Close Call, @xjoonchildx (smut, mafia AU)
The Little Things, @kth1 (Smut, 21+, Slice of Life, One Shot)
Sweet Morning, @7ndipity (slightly suggestive, implied smut, implied drinking, swearing)
Shy, @7ndipity (smut, unprotected sex, soft dom-ish Yoongi)
Hello Soulmate, @bluemari23 (soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff)
Celestial Ruin, @remedyx (Fantasy, Angst, Smut, Corruption)
Carnal Desires, @explicit-tae (smut, stripper reader, mafia/gangster yoongi, grinding, finger sucking)
Moonlit Throne, @hobidreams (smut, angst, fluff)
Desolate, @angelicyoongie (angst, fluff, eventual smut)
The Perks of Being a Househusband, @sunnebeam (marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi in his stay-at-home hubs era)
Give It To Me, @ki-yomii (smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), praise kink, dom!yoongi, established relationship, pet names)
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baka-bakeneko · 9 months
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Bakeneko Masterlist
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I know I don't tend to tag all my fics the same so here's a masterlist of everything I've written (so far) [all of my fics are NSFW, aside from Insomniatic and majority Things I Do For You]
Goro Takemura
New Kind of Love / The Things I Do For You / Everlong
Jiraiya
In Heat / Make It Stick / Cool Down / Handful / Double Trouble
Slow Down
Kento Nanami
Into It
Miguel O'Hara
Arruinarte
Chaos Theory
Starving
Rojo Carnal
Bad Things / Here, Kitty Kitty
Hey Mami / Hey Papi
Enmesh
Nathan Explosion
Shut Up
Make It Mine
Make Me
Hold Onto Me
One-Offs
Give Up (Simon "Ghost" Riley)
Guilty Conscience (Devil Jin)
Old-Fashioned Rockerboy (Johnny Silverhand - ask request)
Take (Jackie Welles - ask request)
River Ward
Insomniatic
Babe of Night City* / Mercenary's Lullaby / Swaddle Serenade
Spread 'Em*
Hot-Blooded
Midnight Snack
Hate Me / Owe Me
Streets
Melting (ask request)
Luxurious
Toji Fushiguro
Sets
Body
Wade Wilson
Here's To Us / Don't Stop Now / Take a Break
Cottontail (ask request)
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ceapa-mica · 2 months
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Family Life: Babyhood 🍼 - a Thrawn headcanon
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Idk how my headcanons keep getting longer and longer. I just have a lot of thoughts for this man ok ☺️
This headcanon spans the first 1 1/2 years of your new family life with Thrawn and your baby daughter.
🔞 There is very slightly non-graphic NSFW stuff at some point 🔞
Reader's gender is not mentioned.
Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo
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After the birth of your daughter and recovering from your strenuous pregnancy, your everyday life on the Chimera changes drastically. Parenting is certainly more difficult than you and Thrawn expected…
You knew when you married Thrawn, you would marry a workaholic.
When he returns from his job he will make up for it by looking after the baby though.
He talks to her, tells her about his work day, and also doesn't mind if his little one vomits on him when she drank her milk too greedily.
His favorite thing to do is skin on skin contact. Yep, he likes to sit and put his daughter on his bare chest. They both relax very well and it's a great way to strengthen their father-daughter bond.
Thrawn doesn’t really do baby talk. He talks to your daughter in a voice full of affection, but it's the same way he sometimes speaks to you when he expresses his admiration - like he would speak with an adult. He also speaks to her in Cheunh a lot.
He's fascinated by the way your body provides for the baby. That also leads him to feel like he's in charge of your diet plan (he's not but you let him believe he is) He simply makes sure you take your vitamins and don't eat junk food. You choose to hide your favorite candy from him, but he actually knows where you hide it and doesn't say anything. In fact, it makes him smile that you pull this trick on him.
Thrawn doesn't really know how to play with your baby. For example, when she offers him her little stuffed tooka toy he doesn’t know what to do with it. Thrawn.exe has stopped working.
Once your baby girl is old enough to eat solid foods, you feed her pretending the spoon is a spaceship trying to land in her mouth, especially when it's healthy food that she doesn’t like that much. Thrawn watches you do it a few times before trying it himself… Let’s just say he ends up with baby porridge on his face and black tank top. You will tease him for weeks about it.
You teach Thrawn some lullabies in Basic since all lullabies he remembers are in Cheunh. You try to learn the Cheunh lullabies, the language is just extremely difficult for humans to pronounce correctly.
Once your baby is asleep you are both exhausted. You don't have as much sex as you used to, but Thrawn continues to make sure all your carnal needs are met. It gets easier once your daughter sleeps through the night.
You always loved that crisp scent of your husband that reminds you of ice and snow. Turns out your daughter has the exact same scent to her. It must be a Chiss thing. Same goes for her thick skin. Thrawn has once told you that Chiss skin evolved to be thicker to withstand the freezing conditions of their homeworld, Csilla. When you mention the similar scent Thrawn chuckles and explains that this scent comes from a secretion from tiny skin glands. This secretion is supposed to protect the skin from frostbite and the cold in general, in addition, it also makes Chiss skin feel so smooth all the time.
You feel overwhelming pride when your daughter calls you Mama for the first time. Same goes for Thrawn when she calls him Ticsi, which means Dad in Cheunh. Alternately she also calls him Titi, the Cheunh version for Dada. You always try not to laugh when she says that…for obvious reasons.
Thrawn will always remember with sadness that he was not there when his daughter took her first steps. But you are there, and you make a holo recording for him to watch. It's still not the same for him though.
Actually you make a lot of holo recordings of your daughter to capture those moments to look back to when the days of babyhood have long passed.
Once your daughter can walk you have a hard time keeping her from running away. She has an independent streak and so much curiosity. She wants to meet everyone on the Chimera and learn how the world works. Thrawn explains to you that most Chiss children are quite independent from a young age. He's worried about her habit of running away though. The Chimera is a warship and not exactly a place where a child should grow up.
Once your daughter is one year old you decide to start working again. You buy a nanny droid to help you out with your kid. You work in your quarters, but this way you have the droid look after your kid so you can focus on your work. The droid prevents her from exploring the ship almost daily.
Your daughter was never one to throw many tantrums, this changes however. She also starts to get a bit destructive. Stuffed animals and pillows become her main victims. Thrawn makes sure to lock away his precious art pieces behind glass so his daughter can't reach them.
You are both worried about her drastic change in behavior. One day you take a walk with her to the bridge to show her where her dad works. Afterwards she is her regular, curious self again for like two days. That's when she starts throwing tantrums again. You figure that she is sick of the confines of your quarters. You change your routine from that point on, taking her on daily walks on the Chimera, showing her around. She may be a toddler, but you have a feeling she understands more than she lets on, you see it in her scarlet eyes. Your daily walks help, and sometimes Thrawn even joins you. The tantrums have stopped altogether.
Chiss children age faster than human children. Your daughter ages like a human though, and for that you’re glad. You think human childhood is short enough as it is.
Thrawn always tells you what a great mother you are. He thinks he's not the best father though, being so busy with his job. His daughter loves him so much, but he wishes he could offer more to the both of you.
You do realize that quite soon your daughter will be every bit as smart as her father. She finds logical solutions to problems that other toddlers her age are not yet capable of finding. 
Thrawn tells you how different your daughter is from full-blooded Chiss children. She's just so expressive with her emotions and a real whirlwind. She can be a bit loud and is able to create a mess in ten minutes.
When she's old enough to use a stylus, Thrawn is eager to teach her all about art. Through looking at her doodles he's able to understand her better because toddler language is very limited when it comes to emotions. Kids that age usually don't understand their own emotions that well yet anyway.
Uncle Eli is your daughter’s most favorite person aside from her parents. It's up to you and Eli to explain to Thrawn what certain words in toddler language in Basic mean. Eli also volunteers as a babysitter. Your toddler prefers him over the nanny droid any day.
Instead of date nights you make trips to all kinds of beautiful places together with your daughter. She loves being planetside!
Without telling you, Thrawn uses his generous salary to buy a summer house on a rural planet of a neutral system. It's located at a convenient distance to a small farming village. It's no luxurious villa but a simple cottage. You’re surprised and very grateful. Only very few people know of the cottage. You and your daughter actually spend a lot of time there, and return to the Chimera when the homesickess gets too bad. Thrawn regrets only rarely being able to go with you.
Nothing fills you with more joy than seeing your daughter waddle through the green meadows, exploring the nature around her with the curious eyes only a little child can have.
When you're planetside and Thrawn can't accompany you, he actually feels lonely. He comms you once or twice a day. Deep in his heart he knows you deserve a life away from this warship, to breathe fresh air and feel rays of sunlight on your skin. You know how lonely he feels when you're not around, he doesn't need to tell you. So more often than not you and your daughter return to the Chimera without notifying him in advance. The reunions are always the sweetest.
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I will write three of those Family Life headcanons. There will always be a gap of a few years in the timeline between each of them. 💙
Thanks for reading!
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findingnemosworld · 6 months
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𝐢 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨
・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞
( 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 )
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞, '𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞', 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. ( 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 )
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( 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 … 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 … 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? )
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they always said, the forbidden tastes a lot sweeter. and in his case, it tasted far sweeter than it should be.
he wasn't certain how, or in this case what had gotten them to this point, sitting on his couch; each nursing a glass of red wine ( it was not their first ) and chatting over everything and anything they could think of - he believed that it all stemmed from her infectiously kind and welcoming personality, being the club's physiotherapist as well as her vast knowledge on football only seemed to enhance her beauty in his eyes which in turn fueled the carnal desire he had been trying to lock inside of him.
suddenly he notes a teasing smile across her lips which prompted him to ask with a soft voice, " what's on your mind? "
" you'll probably think it's childish " she said, the wine had definitely loosened her up to think of such an idea. " do you know the game truth or dare? "
he raises a brow, he may have heard of this game once or twice seeing as it was popular in movies and media, " somewhat, why? "
" well basically, we can ask each other or dare each other anything that comes into mind - for example " she said, pausing to place her wine glass on the coffee table then she removed her cardigan, the mere action had definitely caught his attention as he notices the ink across her right arm, she then grabs the wine glass to take sip and ask, " truth or dare? "
" truth? " he responds with a confused tone.
her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, inadvertently drawing his attention to them. " i'll start simple, if you didn't play football, what would you do? "
he grows silent then shrugs, " model, lots of people say i look fitting enough to be done "
" ok, fair enough " she said, " now you can ask me whatever question you have in mind? "
a brief silence washes over them before he asks, " truth or dare? "
" truth " she said.
" what's the best part about being a physiotherapist? " he asks.
she giggles, and he could have sworn the sound resembled a lullaby of some sort. " you gotta try harder with the questions but i'll bite ... i will say, the best part about being a physiotherapist is getting to help keep the athletes healthy, obviously the fans have their perception on athletes but as the physiotherapist i see the passion and hunger in their eyes to get back on the pitch "
he nods then smiles, " that's very noble "
" that's me, the noble savior " she giggles once again before taking a small gulp of her glass, " truth or dare? "
there was a teasing glint in her eyes which prompted him to smirk and say, " truth "
she hides her smile behind the wine glass before asking, " how come you're still single? "
his brows shot up before a chuckle bubbles from his lips, " that's a bit too forward of you querida, don't you think? "
" that's the beauty of this game " she shrugs with a laugh. " you have to answer "
he takes a sip of his wine glass then says, " i haven't found the right woman yet " his gaze bores into hers, " until now "
she looks down for a moment, feeling her cheeks grow warm under his gaze. " ok "
" ok then querida " his lips curve into a wide smile, " truth or dare? "
her lips press together in a thin line before she said, " dare? "
" what am i supposed to ask? " he chuckles.
she instinctively shuffles closer to him, " you can dare me to drink a whole bottle of wine " she laughs then beams, " or "
" or? " he prompts her to continue.
" you can dare me to help you relax " she said with a playful tone.
" help me relax? " he said with a confused smile, " what makes you think i am not relaxed? "
" i can see the stress gathering in your shoulders " she states with a pout, " and being an expert with muscles, i know a few ways in which you can be fully relaxed "
he nods swiftly, and says. " in this case " he whispers, " i dare you, to remove your dress and climb on top of my lap "
her eyes widen with a playful glint igniting in them, she stands up and carefully unzips the dress before shimmying out of it and allowing the material to pool down her legs, revealing the white lace lingerie set that hugged her curves in all of the right places, she bites her lip then leisurely situates herself on top of his lap, a soft gasp escapes her lips the minute she felt the prominent outline of his bulge. " did i do good? " she whispers.
a faint smile adorns his lips, " you're a very good girl " he whispers, his thumb reaches to caress her jaw, " a very good girl "
she bites her lower lip once again before murmuring, " truth or dare? "
he grins, " dare? "
" i dare you ... " she trails off with a playful smile then leans close to whisper in his ear, " to show me how a real man treats a woman "
it was all the affirmation he needed, he wraps his arms around her slender waist whilst she wrapped her arms around his neck, their lips molded together as though they were a puzzle that had just been completed; it started off in a leisure, tentative manner which deepened the moment his tongue swiped over her bottom lip to gain access and immediately collide with her tongue, an uncontrollable muffled moan escaped her lips and was swallowed by his own lips that nearly devoured hers like a starved man, a minute in and he pulls back to catch his breath, his gaze momentarily averts to her heaving chest then back up to her eyes, " if we do this, you're going to be all mine " he warns her, " no going out with all these immature boys, the only person that can touch you " he tightens his hold on her, " kiss you " he adds before trailing kisses across her shoulder, then he leans to her and whispers, " and fuck you, is me "
the sheer command in his tone sent shivers down her spine, her eyes widened in an innocent manner as she whispers. " i dare you to prove it, prove to me that you're better than everyone i have ever been with in my life "
he had lived up to her demand, it happened in a blur; there she was, her knuckles white from gripping the silken bedsheets with all of her might, her lips parted with soft gasps and whimpers escaping from them, " fuck " she cried, " oh my god " her eyelids grew ponderous with the lust that consumed, " right there, yes ... right there "
he leans down and nuzzles his face between her breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coated his skin, as he thrusted in and out of her slick pussy walls, " you take my cock so well querida " he whispers against her skin, pressing soft kisses all over breasts before he crawled up to her face, " you're such a good girl for me "
" don't stop " she whimpers, " please " she wraps her arms around his neck to capture his lips in a kiss.
he happily reciprocated her kiss, all the while his thrusts became sloppy as they've grown rapid in motion. " i'm close querida, can you feel me? "
" yeah, keep going ... " she gasps, " just like that! "
he wraps an arm around her waist to hoist her up off of the bed, while her legs wrapped around his torso to grant him a deeper angle to keep thrusting in and out of her slick walls, " oh god! you feel so good my sweet girl " he groans.
" i am close, i'm going to cum " she whimpers, " fuck ... fuck ... fuck "
the knot in her abdomen exploded followed by feeling the warmth of his own arousal spilling inside of her, " oh fuck " he groans, " such a good girl " he whispers, " taking me like that, yes " he hisses before collapsing on top of her for a brief moment. " i don't think i can afford to pull out " he chuckles.
she giggles breathlessly, " i'll just hold you in my arms then "
he looks up and gently kisses her, " you're all mine now "
" wouldn't want to be anywhere else " she smiles softly.
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smuttysabina · 2 years
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In Exaltation of Lisa
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(Lisa X Male Reader, 584 Words)
You do not know how long you have been beneath Lisa, for you, time is meaningless. Your existence has shrunk into a seemingly endless cycle of death and rebirth; of cataclysmic descents from the highest realms of pleasure, only to be roused for the climb once more. Yet this cycle has meaning, a singular directive that has been pounded into your mind by your very inferiority before the goddess atop of you: to please Lisa. Every fiber of your being strains to accomplish this simple task, any traces of ego long since reduced to blubbering subservience. You offer yourself willingly to her, relishing in your pathetic state as you are ridden like a toy. And truly, are you any more than that?
But the flesh is weak, and your will meagre, unable to sustain the erection that Lisa unceasingly demands of you. And thus, you fall under the unwavering attentions of her entourage. Her dancers, her lovers, her attendants, her handmaidens, play your body like an instrument. An orchestra of soft caresses, of teasing whispers, of gentle kisses, are inflicted upon you; all offered up to their carnal conductor. They willingly degrade themselves in service of their idol, their goddess; lavishing you with such affection so that you will never waver whilst serving Lisa. None of it is for your gratification, even your orgasms are relevant only for the lubrication they provide. Everything is so that Lisa may ascend to ever greater heights of ecstacy, and to that end they pamper her with slavish devotion. Her every whim is met with alacrity, her beautiful body tenderly worshipped, her cries of pleasure spurring them on. Her girls engage in obscene sexual performances; playing out Lisa's most lecherous fantasies with glee.
The visage of Lisa, drenched with sweat, her eyes alight with joy, surrounded by her orgiastic court, forces you to even greater efforts. The primal urge to impregnate her womb overriding any and all other concerns; your balls ache at the demands placed upon them. Of course, Lisa's lovers are hardly immune to her effects, and are driven to insanity with lust; with the need to be bred. But the only engine of reproduction is monopolized by Lisa, and so they slake themselves upon each other. Unspeakable debaucheries are performed all around you as Lisa's handmaidens slake their appetites in an orgy of filthy hedonism. The most desperate of them lap at the base of your manhood, licking up what semen that managed to escape the confines of Lisa's constricting pussy. Even in the depths of their lascivious madness however, their ministrations of you never truly cease. And as you begin to falter, their attentions grow ever more severe and cruel.
Your body can only endure so much exertion, and while Lisa's sex drive is relentless, yours is not. Her handmaidens are not ignorant of your decline; the inevitability of your collapse sends them into a frenzy of desperate lust. Depravities are inflicted upon your flesh, their nails bite deeper, their teeth dig into you, and their harsh demands diminish into sobbing appeals. Their desperate promises fall upon deaf ears, as exhaustion begins its slow embrace. Your flagging member manages a final, enfeebled salute before surrendering to the constraints of mortality. The girls' despondent faces fill your vision, until they part like a curtain as Lisa draws close to you. A disingenuously soft smile curls her lips, her voice a sweet lullaby the accompanies you into the welcome abyss of unconsciousness,
"Say, 'Lalisa love me...'"
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andsheloved · 2 years
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𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔
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pairing ~ sir thomas sharpe x f!reader
word count ~ 1.3k
summary ~ when your own mind seems shattered, you're reminded of who will always be there to pick up the pieces.
warnings ~ plotless, pointless fluff, mention of nightmares/past traumatic experiences (nothing specific is mentioned), brief mention of death, implied insomnia, everyone needs to get some sleep.
a/n ~ this isn't the best thing i've written but my brain !! needed this !! let this be my little lullaby goodnight gift to you, and please enjoy some comforting thomas sharpe regardless mwauh :)
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You could compare the feeling to something like falling, even if it really felt nothing like that. It wasn't that weightless, somewhat pleasant feeling one would get when drifting back into their own reality. It felt like death.
And in a way, maybe it was.
Even in your dreams, you could feel yourself falling back into the clutches of that endless cycle you couldn't seem to break, even while you attempted to find some sort of reprieve from your own mind in sleep, you still found yourself tormented, cursed with the ability of remembering.
You jolted awake, and suddenly you could feel your body once again, sensing how your chest rose and fell at a speed that, you had to admit, even worried yourself. You winced at the overwhelming buzzing that rang through your mind as you attempted to bring yourself back to the reality you found yourself paralyzed in, the only thing of warmth you could sense were the tears creeping down your face, stinging your eyes and reminding you of your own mortality.
"Dearest..." You could hear his voice, and although it was barely above a whisper to your ears, it felt like a tether, a life raft being thrown to you.
And so you reached for it, searching for the hushed flickers of his loving tone as you cut through the wicked, twisted vines that kept you from him, trying to return yourself to at least something akin to a resting state.
"You're alright..." You could hear him murmur, the feeling of his soft lips against the shell of your ear finally reaching your senses. "I'm here. I promise... You're safe..."
You felt a pain in your throat, as if being suffocated by your own anguish. The sensation was one of a monster in your chest, scratching and clawing against your insides, begging to be released in some sort of carnal, ferociously pained scream, though your lips remained sealed, or at least partially sealed. All that could escape your lips was a single, wounded sigh.
"Thomas..." You breathed, your trembling hand barely shifting, grasping for any part of him that you could hang on to.
"I'm right here."
His smooth voice only got clearer with each passing second, the feeling of his thumb gently brushing across your knuckles anchoring you to reality.
"I'm right here..." He continued to repeat, the gentle cadence of his words lulling your heartbeat until you began to feel some semblance of peace. "I'm right here."
Even as your mind settled, as your body began to no longer feel as if you had just ran some sort of harrowing marathon, you could still barely manage to say a word, so an almost silent whimper was all that escaped you.
And yet, even without a word uttered, he still managed to understand you.
Just as he always did.
His arms seemed to wrap around you in an instant, enveloping you into the warmth that you always seemed to find yourself longing for these days. Your heart stilled, finally at peace.
"Was it-"
You solemnly nodded before he could even finish, your chin gently nuzzling against his bicep as you did.
"Well..." He groaned softly, adjusting himself against you as he tenderly pulled you flush against his firm chest, prompting you to finally turn your head to face him. "You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing could ever."
You swallowed harshly, your mind briefly returning to your previous state.
If it were anyone else, you might have even dared to accuse them of witchcraft, but it was Thomas. Your Thomas. And he knew you in a way you couldn't even comprehend yourself. It was as if he could read your mind, his thumb and forefinger finding their way to your chin, his touch shackling you once again to him.
He let out a gentle chuckle, "Don't leave me," He smiled, "Not when I've just gotten you back."
This time, you had managed to squeak out a few words in response. "Thank you."
You watched as his eyes softened, his eyebrows falling into an expression of slight concern. "You've nothing to thank me for." He grumbled, you noticed how his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink as he spoke, this fact illuminated only by the dull slivers of moonlight that crept in from the window. "It's my honor."
Before you could stop it, a small chuckle left your lips, almost forgetting your situation entirely. "Honored?" You questioned softly. You couldn't even manage yourself half of the time, how could anyone feel any sort of honored to pick up after you?
His brows furrowed, a small, almost frustrated sounding huff came from him before he began to speak. "The first time..." He mumbled, trailing off for a moment, though you already knew what he was trying to say.
When the nightmares began.
"You could have turned from me," He continued, gently tracing his thumb against your cheek, "Pushed me from you entirely. Told me to leave you even." He smiled wistfully, "You didn't though. You allowed me to stay, to hold you, to promise that you were safe, that I would always protect you. You bestowed me with that honor, and it is not one that I take lightly." He finished, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
If you knew any better, you could have easily begun believing that he carried some sort of magic within him, your eyes gently drooping closed as soon as his lips touched your skin. Though maybe that was the magic of him, how he could calm your mind so easily.
The deep, quietly thunderous hum that rolled through him reached your ears like a lullaby, and you could feel his lips curl into a soft smile against your forehead.
There were a million words caught in your throat. Thousands of 'how could I ever live without you', hundreds of 'thank you's' and countless 'I love you's' begging to be ripped from your lips, and just as it was all about to come pouring out at once, as you began to acknowledge the fact that once you began speaking, you would certainly be awake until the morning, it seemed that he read your mind, silencing your thoughts at once.
"Get some rest, love, we can speak of everything in the morning if you'd like." He paused for a moment as he pulled at the heavy, quilted blanket engulfing you both, "Even if you choose not to, I'll be right beside you... Always."
His words faded as you drifted closer to the edge of exhaustion. You knew of the possibility of another nightmare, the lingering possibility of those all too familiar tendrils of pain and horror stained pieces of your imagination reaching out for you once again tonight, but somehow, you held no fear.
The heat of his body flooded your senses as you finally fell asleep, his final words somehow even reaching you in your unconsciousness, or maybe they weren't even his words, at least not in the current sense. Maybe they were just the words he had ingrained in you ever since the first time he told you that he loved you, the words that wrapped around you, filling you with light in any moment you felt surrounded by darkness. Maybe he hadn’t even uttered a thing, maybe it was just your own mind, comforting your soul with the voice of him as you fell into sleep.
Either way, you found you didn’t mind, all you cared for was that his voice was with you, guiding you through whatever darkness you may happen to encounter the rest of the night.
You could hear him as your breath evened and your pulse slowed, feeling him hold your hand through the pitch blackness. Even as your own mind attempted to betray you, taunting you with memories of pain you couldn’t seem to outrun, you could hear him.
“I’m here my dear, I always will be.”
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fall-ish time = crimson peak time always for me. i know it has been a while and this isn't a huge fic or anything, but i've been writing this one on and off since things got a bit weird for me mentally, i just needed some pointless, fluffy, reassurance for my brain being weird, and hey if it came from thomas sharpe that wouldn't be too bad either :) i hope you all are doing so so good and thank you all for all your nice messages recently, i promise i will respond to all of them so soon!!
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Carnal Ch. V | Don't You Ever Tame Your Demon
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Carnal (adjective): relating to or given to crude bodily pleasures and appetites
Simon was born with what his father called 'The Curse'. A wanton craving for taboo meat. Since meeting the similarly cursed Johnny, the two had formed a bond. They didn't just fight together, they ate together, slept together, and shared everything.
When a favor to Price reveals another cursed person, Simon worries she could destroy everything.
A horror AU inspired by Bones and All and Raw among other works. TW: Blood, gore, cannibalism, smut, violence,
Masterpost | AO3
Title Credit: Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier
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She didn’t make a habit of thinking about her mother. It wasn’t like they were anything more than acquaintances if that. It felt strange to even call her a mother. She died minutes after Nina lived. She had twenty-eight years before that. Twenty-eight years reduced to the five minutes it took for her to hemorrhage. 
It was best not to think about her too much. It only made Nina sad. She could only imagine a much different life if she’d only had a mother. A mother to explain to her why blood spilled from between her legs and why she wanted to tear into flesh. She imagined her mother had the same affliction and it could only exist in one of them at the same time. Her father never talked about her but he also never remarried. She never asked why. Was he content in having her as his only child or did he believe his seed was tainted and it was best not to try again? 
“Nina! Come up here!” Price’s voice tore her gaze from the photo on the wall. The only photo of her mother in the whole house. She looked like Nina. Blonde hair and brown eyes. She looked just as sad. Maybe there was a time when she also sat on this old couch with damp hair and blood still thick in her throat. 
She stood up and headed upstairs. He’d obviously seen Arthur’s body. The stairs creaked under her as she walked to her sentencing. The hallway felt longer as she crept along. Two men left the room as she walked in. Cedar and rosemary. It made her nauseous. She didn’t like the way the masked one looked at her like she was in his house and not the other way around. The other one, with the dumb haircut, seemed avoidant all together. She could feel his gaze drift to her as she shut the door behind them.
Shame came flooding back as she saw Price. His head in his hands, sitting on the edge of her bed. 
“Tell me what happened Nina.” He turned to her. He’d aged too much for his age. Barely forty but greying in his hair and under his eyes. War had taken its toll but so had she. 
“We had an argument, he grabbed me and was screaming. I told him to leave and he chased me up here.”
“No. What happened to him? Where’s his face, Nina?”
She felt the need to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand. She’d never lied to him, not directly. She tried to look at the floor and was met with Arthur’s feet. His shoes were still on. God, she hated he never took his fucking shoes off. 
“Nina, answer me.” His hard stare dug into her chest to pull on her ribs. 
“You weren’t supposed to see this.” She never should have called. There was a lake nearby. It was deep enough. She’d fill his pockets with rockets and let him sink. Tell the lie that he was suicidal, she’d broken up with him and he’d offed himself out of spite. Fewer questions. 
“I thought your father was crazy.” He murmured. She flicked her eyes back to him. 
“What?”
“He left me a letter when he died. Said you were sick. ” He patted the space beside him. She sat down next to him. “Used words like ravenous and cannibalistic. ”
That word made her cringe. 
“He said that you would hurt someone one day.” He laid a hand on her shoulder. “I need you to tell me if you’ve done this before.”
“Never.”
“Don’t lie.” The first time he’d ever given her an order.
“I’m not. I swear. This is the first time.” 
“Okay. I’m going to fix this but it can never happen again, understand?” His hand was on the back of her neck, forcing her to make eye contact. “Never again. Nothing between us has changed. I still love you, Nina. I can’t make this disappear twice.”
“I know,” her voice cracked under the weight of his palm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to kill him. I just didn’t want him to touch me anymore.”
He pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder. 
“It’s okay, lamb. I got you. It’ll be okay.” She was a child again, being carried away from the horrors she helped create. “I’ll have one of the lads stay with you while we get rid of him. Is the guest room made up? Go rest, I’ll clean up.”
He patted her back as she stood back up. She was careful not to step in the mess on the floor. 
“I’m sorry,” She said again. 
“If you didn’t do it, I would have.” 
She had to pass the two men again on her way out. They’d probably heard everything. 
“You’re bleeding,” the masked one said as she walked away. She turned to stare at him. The bite mark on her arm had stung but she robe had covered the wound and no blood was showing on her hand. Cedar and rosemary. He wouldn’t even look at her, his back against the wall staring straight ahead. 
Mohawk was glaring at his friend. She felt a rush of territorialness. She wanted them out of her house. They were bigger but so was Arthur. 
“Ghost, Soap, get in here.” 
Mask straightened and went into her room with Mohawk close at his heels. He turned one last time and gave an apologetic look. 
She was alone again. 
The guest room was made, albeit dusty on every surface. She opened up a window to let the air in. It was cool but all she could smell was cedar and rosemary. No one had ever smelled like that before. It wasn’t a scent that made her mouth water, instead her skin prickled. 
She laid on the bed, her feet dragging across the floor. She could hear them carry Arthur down the stairs. Improvised pallbearers taking a tarp covered body to its final resting place. The sound of a boot opening, a thud, the boot slamming shut. Two cars starting. She watched the lights dance on the ceiling as they drove away.
Her phone vibrated.
“Get some rest. I’ll be back in the morning.” From Price.
She needed a smoke. The hallway was dark but from the top of the stairs she could see the dining room light was still one. Which lad was left behind?
Mohawk sat in her seat at the dining table. He was staring out the windows toward the front of the house. 
“I’m gonna go smoke.” She announced. He turned to her, barely registering her presence. A quick nod before turning back to the window.
Price hadn’t reclaimed the remaining cigar in the living room. He knew she’d use it. 
She always liked the garden. Her grandmother had spent most of her marriage planning it out. Pink Rose bushes, stone path ways in the perfect gray, trees and bushes trimmed to the right shape and size. She hadn’t take the care it deserved in the past couple years. Little green plants grew between the stones and the shrubs looked like actual shrubs instead of rectangles. 
She sat on the carved stone wall and re lit the cigar. She needed to buy cigarettes again. Cigars were such a fucking hassel. 
“I don’t know how you and Price are able to smoke those things.” He said, closing french doors behind him. 
“Its not my usual but he,” she looked up to her bedroom window, “didn’t like cigarettes in the house. I just steal Price’s when I can.”
“You’re in luck.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He laid them flat in his plam as he offered it to her. 
“He’ll be pissed that I wasted it but fuck it.” She stubbed the cigar out on the stone. She took two out and set them between her lips before lighting them. 
“Thanks,” he chuckled, taking one from her.
“What?” 
“I was gonna offer the light, is all.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Obviously.” His smile fell. “I’m sorry. You probably still upset.”
“Not really. I am but not in a ‘my boyfriend died’ way.”
“Price said he’s prick.”
“He was.”
They stood there smoking. Menthol and rosemary mixing in the night air. It was nice to have company for once. Where she didn’t feel the need to pretend or be on her best behavior. He’d already seen what she did and here he was, smoking next to her.
“You still bleeding?” He asked as they made their way back inside. 
“I don’t think so.”
“Can I look?”
He rolled up the sleeve of her robe to examine the bite on her arm. He didn’t even raise an eyebrow as he ran his finger over her teeth marks. It wasn’t deep and the bleeding had stopped but her skin was crusted in dried and jellied blood. He sat her on the edge of the bathtub and knelt between her legs as he took a wet cloth to her arm.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?” She’d forgotten to ask for his name. 
“Did it taste good?”
Rosemary. The way her skin prickled under his touch. She felt like she could meld into him. There flesh would stick together until they were one. Because they were one, one in the same. He didn’t smell like food.
“Yes.” It did. She knew it shouldn’t have but it did. It tasted so fucking good. It didn’t matter that she through up most of it. That she sobbed as she ate. She wanted to consume and be consumed. Devour until her jaw broke and crumbled. 
He held her arm delicately, locking eyes with her. She gave him a nod.
He licked her wound, gathering up any remaining blood on his tongue. She felt his teeth scrape against her flesh. She blinked and he had stood up, digging through the medicine cabinet.
“I always thought I was alone,” she said. “Didn’t think there was anyone like me.”
“You’re not alone. Not anymore.” He finished wrapping the bandage around her arm. 
‘What about mask?’ she thought. 
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Pray for Price's heart rate. He needs it.
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yieldfruit · 7 months
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Shut yourself up apart from flattering friends who would lullaby your soul into senseless security–the cradle which the devil rocks your souls in, to their utter destruction. Instead, send for those who dare to be faithful, like Samuel, to tell you every word God has against you, hiding nothing. Meditate on that Scripture until it cleaves to your soul like a plaster to a sore and draws out the core of pride and carnal confidence which have hardened your heart. By this time the anguish of your own spirit will prompt you to want peace with God more than anything else in the world.
William Gurnall, The Christian in Complete Armour, 1655
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anakin-rarepairs-week · 11 months
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MasterPost - 2023
In this post you will find links to all the creations made for the Anakin Rarepairs Week 2023. The first word is the nature of the creation (fic or visual) and the Tumblr link (if available) is linked to it. If an AO3 link is available, it will be linked into the title of the work itself. Follows the tumblr URL (or AO3 handle) of the creator, the pairing, and the mention “explicit” or “mature” for such works.
I want to thank everyone who participated and made this possible, this was such a great experience and under the read more, you will discover just how many awesome works were created for this event! I look forward to holding it again.
Day 1: Accidental Kidnapping | Virginity Kink | Hidden secondary Gender
Fic (1 - Accidental Kidnapping | Virginity Kink | Hidden Secondary Gender) by Bittodeath. Rex/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Lavender Haze) by dreaminghour. Qui-Gon/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Carnal Edification) by Saratutti. Sabé/Dormé/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Ruin of Sands) by CourtesyTrefflin. Bo-Katan/Anakin.
Day 2: Arranged Marriage AU | Cock cage | Nesting/Denning
Visual by alexversenaberrie. Bo-Katan/Anakin.
Fic (2 - Arranged Marriage AU | Cock cage | Nesting) by Bittodeath. Jango/Myles/Silas/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Arrangement) by CourtesyTrefflin. Asajj/Anakin.
Day 3: Eldritch AU/Force-Eldritch!Anakin | Breeding Kink | Accidental pregnancy
Fic (3 - Breeding Kink | Accidental Pregnancy) by Bittodeath. Pre/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Daughter of the Force) by CourtesyTrefflin. Rex/Anakin.
Day 4: Sith!AU | Misuse of the Force | Heat/Rut at the worst moment
Fic (Bind my soul) by Ava_Lira. Aayla/Anakin. Explicit.
Visual by alexversenaberrie. Dormé/Anakin.
Fic and Visual (destroying the world with you, as a dream come true) by iammyownsaviour. Rey/Anakin.
Fic (The Fuckabye Lullaby) by Saratutti and Why_is_my_nose_a_carrot. Qui-Gon/Anakin/Obi-Wan. Explicit.
Fic (Sith!AU | Misuse of the Force) by Bittodeath. Jaster/Dooku/Anakin.
Fic (Entanglement) by CourtesyTrefflin. Riyo/Anakin.
Day 5: “The Dark Side had always called to you.” “Not as much as you’ve called to me.” | Mating Hunt | Maiting Bite
Fic (Insatiable Hearts) by CourtesyTrefflin. Aayla/Anakin.
Fic (5 - “The Dark Side has always called to you.” “Not as much as you’ve called to me.”) by Bittodeath. Mace/Anakin.
Day 6: Dimension Travel | Sub!Anakin | Scenting
Fic (Close Comfort) by SingManyFaces. Ahsoka/Anakin. Mature.
Fic (Aurek and Orenth) by dreaminghour. Qui-Gon/Anakin.
Fic (6 - Dimension Travel | Sub!Anakin) by Bittodeath. Rex/Padmé/Anakin/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (In a Blaze of Glory) by CourtesyTrefflin. Hunter/Anakin.
Day 7: Mandalorian!Anakin | Cock warming | Claiming
Fic and Visual (show me yours, I’ll show you mine) by iammyownsaviour. Dormé/Anakin. Mature.
Visual by alexversenaberrie. Rystáll/Anakin.
Fic (7 - Cockwarming) by Bittodeath. Wolffe/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (The Condition) by Saratutti. Qui-Gon/Anakin. Explicit.
Fic (Sunward) by CourtesyTrefflin. Omega/Anakin.
Fic (Hondo Ohnaka Saves the Galaxy (From a Certain Point of View)) by Space Mace. Hondo/Anakin/Obi-Wan. Explicit.
Fic (The Accidental Wanderings of the Forceborne) by FairyFables. Unknown/Anakin; Jango/Anakin; Mij/Anakin. Explicit.
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ineedtoreadmorepoetry · 3 months
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Lullaby by W.H. Auden
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds: To lovers as they lie upon Her tolerant enchanted slope In their ordinary swoon, Grave the vision Venus sends Of supernatural sympathy, Universal love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the glaciers and the rocks The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity On the stroke of midnight pass, Like vibrations of a bell, And fashionable madmen raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every farthing of the cost, All the dreaded cards foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a whisper, not a thought, Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart my bless, Find the mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.
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einsamerhund · 9 months
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Question for Mr. Werewolf when you have time to get around to it: why the long guns? Is your shot as bad as the Major's?
Oh, these things…
hans thought back to the day he even got these guns, looking down and inspecting them as the machinery clicked and settled with the twist of his wrists. Herr Major once saw Hans firing many a set of arms from the stock in their barracks. As expected, the werewolf wore the same demure expression as each shot rang in beautifully deafening symphony at the target. All perfect shots.
“Oooohohoh! Absolutely splendid show, mein dear Captain~!” Max ushered his entrance with a sing-song praise of his brilliant new specimen. He always liked to imagine the scene around his precious toys as they demonstrated their capabilities. Oh, the bodies that filled the mind of that portly madman were ones very few could sleep to; it happened to be the only suitable lullaby for someone as twisted as the Major…
“Zhough I notice… you seem… bored.”
Ja. Exceptionally so. Captain realized as his body grew stronger by the day with such rigorous training emboldening the already impressive lycan physique he had, modern weaponry felt hollow. Why bother with a bullet what a pair of claws can do just as well? Child’s play.
“Perhaps zhere is a vay ve can remedy zhis. I see you’ve an eye for zhe mauser. Quite a fun one! Compact, fast, zhe vorks! But… simple.” In that same breath, an almost disgustingly long rectangular lockbox was placed upon the table that housed many of the ammunition Hans had run through that day. It was a fine oak polished to an egregious shine, decorated with a fine filigree border that resembled leaves encroaching upon the center. The delicate click of the latches echoed in the range that undeniably brought intrigue to Günsche. “Zhey say zhis kind of artistry is a vaste. But vhen I see a veapon such a zhis, judged by it’s supposed “impracticality”? I zhink of an ancient proverb passed down to many of my generation…”
It was then that Hans glimpsed them. A bulkier set of mausers, definitely meant for a higher caliber. But mein got, those barrels. Almost embarrassingly long as the red velvet interior nested them finely in the case. It took a lot to bring any sort of expression to Hans’ face; this was one of those moments. And it was one of bewilderment. That very moment was when a finger snapped, and a door opened with shambling footsteps. A man, a fellow soldier, tied up behind his back and blindfolded. He was in too much smoldering fear to speak up at this point, and chose to simple scramble through to find some form of exit as his moans of desperation bounced off the rocky brick walls. And major got close, speaking the very phrase that lingered in the moment.
“Unter Blinden ist der Einäugige König…”
Without much hesitation, fearing to consequences of rejection, Hans lifted the unwieldy firearm in his firm grip and aimed. The man was an annoying target— his futile shambling only amplifying the unexpected difficulty of steadying such an awkward gun. Every second that passed, he knew a fire was mustering in Herr Major; it disgusted him, as if Captain was feeding some shameless and carnal fetish for Montana’s bloodlust until the shot finally rang.
And soon it did. The man lay lifeless on the floor, and Major calmly smiled with raised brows and a gesturing hand, inviting the Captain to observe his handiwork.
“Ooof. Armes ding… scraped zhe side of his head. Sure, his brains are finely splattered on zhe ground. But sloppy. Zhe art must be perfected. Keep at it, one-eyed king. You may understand zhat pistol’s beauty just yet!” As he left, Hans had to admit something to himself that bore some truth. Major was right: This gun is an art form. Sure, he missed the mark by a few inches, but it challenged him. Finally, a human instrument that met the standard of his skill and need to refine. And of course, the intimidation factor alone made the many years of weilding these dual Mausers a small victory to draw. So yes, in the beginning, Hans was a terrible shot.
At first.
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lya-dustin · 10 months
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Cupid kills with arrows
Chapter 8
Gif by: @alicentloyalist
Rated: M
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The sheets are sent to them on the sixth day after the wedding.
Thankfully, Aemma had bled. Rhaenyra had not and Criston had even assured her most women do not bleed.
You were born riding, my queen; he had said as he guided her on top of him and taught her the delights of carnal pleasure.
Whore, the Great Whore of Dragonstone, he had called her when he dared to ask if Aemma was his seed ten moons later.
Rhaenyra hoped Criston’s resentment towards her children had left. It would not be good if Aemma has to put up with his bitterness during her honeyed moon.
There had been a short letter for her and an even shorter one from Aemond to his mother.
Aemma had assured her Luke would be fine and had been trying to tell her about his plans for months, and that so far, she has no complaints about her husband who is rather nice underneath his cold exterior.
Grandsire can choke on the sheets if he wishes, Aemond had written, and Rhaenyra felt relieved Aemond was not one to follow Otto’s orders.
Things were finally off to a good start.
“Do you still want me to get rid of the cunt?” Daemon whispered that night after humming a lullaby to their unborn daughter.
This time next year, three dragon princelings will be occupying the nursery.
All three grandchildren of King Viserys come to think of it.
Little Visenya can wed Helaena’s boy or Aemma’s if she has a boy. Although, if Aemma has a little girl, she could wed one of her uncles and continue the family tradition.
“Of course, my love, for the realm can enter a golden age, Otto Hightower must die.” The Princess of Dragonstone cuddled with her husband, as if they were talking about something all couples talked about in bed and not the assassination of the Hand of the King.
Nearly two and twenty years ago, Daemon had been approached by Otto to take Alicent as a wife and he would make the High Septon give him the annulment he so needed, and Otto would have Viserys declare him Prince of Dragonstone.
Daemon had refused thinking Alicent had been privy to her father’s machinations and made sure to humiliate every Hightower he could get his hands on during the Tourney.
Maester Mellos had always been in Otto’s pocket and while Daemon had enjoyed the way Lady Misery’s poison removed any sign of his involvement, Daemon prided himself in killing the man he had believed to be responsible for Queen Aemma’s death.
I had to, the man had pleaded, I had no choice.
It was easy to know who wanted Aemma dead, same man who threw his sons at Rhaenyra and his adolescent daughter at her father for his greed.
But Daemon had been banished before he could even tell his brother his beloved best friend and goodfather had killed his wife and children to place his own blood on the Iron Throne.
“Do you think your mother will smile when we avenge her and her babes?” Daemon had never had a bad thing to say about his late goodsister, Aemma Arryn had been loved by all, a kind soul taken too soon and for nothing.
There was no reason for Prince Baelon to die so suddenly, your highness, Orwyle had whispered as if he were speaking treason when Rhaenyra quietly asked about the strange deaths all her siblings had suffered.
Maesters have poisons as well as cures.
Who was to say the baby had been poisoned when they could just say he failed to thrive?
It was known to all us in the Rookery he had been in Ser Otto’s pockets, Orwyle had whispered in High Valyrian.
The Lord Hand is too powerful to move against, your highness, the Grand Maester had warned as Rhaenyra asked him to speak to the king.
“I am sure she will.” Rhaenyra murmured against his shoulder.
And sure enough, the breeze in the air smells sweeter and the sun shines brighter when Rhaenyra wakes up to the news of Ser Otto’s death.
Lady Misery works miracles, if she can give her Lord Larys Strong’s head on a platter as well, she might make her a real lady.
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After that night two days ago, they were at it like rabbits.
Aemond is a diligent husband and Aemma loves the idea that both learn pleasure and of the carnal things from each other.
He was as new to this as she was, but both were always applauded for being quick learners and fucking proved as fun and easy as histories to them.
It had been her idea to attend weekly mass in the sept by the village, so the people know they are happy and believe it.
They had sat there, in the front pew, her with her veil and Aemond with his eye patch as they pretend to care what the Septon is saying and not how much she wants it to be over.
Aemond still fiddles with his hands when he is anxious about something, hands that remind her of very sinful things that make her glad her skin tone cannot make her blushes obvious.
Lust is far easier than love, too fucking easy given Aemma cannot get enough of him nor he of her.
She got along well with Aemond ---not that they have talked about politics or their families much in these seven days--- and the future looks bright, especially this morning.
Was it because sex was making her sappy, or was there a different explanation as to why she wants to sing today?
Something in the air makes her happy, like mother’s perfume or the smell of the sea.
It is when they arrive back at the lodge when their laughter and sudden whim to dismiss the dining room servants for a private lunch is met with a grim-faced Ser Criston.
“There has been a change of plans, your highnesses. We will be leaving at first light tomorrow. The Lord Hand was found dead this morning.”
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When Aemond wished his grandsire would get off his back he did not mean into a grave.
Died in his sleep, sudden heart failure even if this man could command the Stranger to bugger off and fight him off if he had to.
Frankly, Aemond had assumed it had been his father who had croaked. At this point, death would be a mercy for the old man.
But Viserys the First clung to life with a stubbornness all of them had inherited from Alysanne Targaryen, the most stubborn Targaryen to ever grace Planetos.
While Aemma comforts him as best as she can, he cannot help but hear her sigh of relief.
If he is gone, there is no one in mother’s faction who could they rally behind.
And while Aemond is perfectly comfortable in his new place in the succession, most Greens knew they were fucked the moment Rhaenyra made changes.
Mother, however, hated sharing her power in court just as her father did.
The idea of having a vibrant young princess creating her own rival court was enough to have her put any obstacle in their way to prevent the marriage.
Mother may try to replace her father in the game, and this time, Aemond would actually care if that player was burned.
A grandchild might appease her, but it would be a while until they know they have succeeded.
“Odd days for a son.” He kissed Aemma’s neck and shoulder as he slipped her violet nightgown off her shoulders.
“Your grandsire just died, Aemond, surely we can reschedule.” His wife does not stop him when she points out how fucked up it is that he wants to fuck after learning his grandsire ---whom he did care just not that much to mourn given how awful he had been in life--- had died in his sleep.
“You did not even like him, Aemma.” He points out, cradling her face and she narrowed her eyes at being caught in her rather thoughtful deception earlier. Could have fooled anyone with her understanding and way she comforted him for his loss.
“This feels wrong.” She murmured but let him woo her into bed.
“In some parts of the world they celebrate the dead by creating new life, Aemee. Come on, my sweet wife, put away your sad mask for tonight and celebrate this gods-given victory in any way you want.” He argued, playing dirty by placing one of her hands on the thin string holding his undergarments in place.
Somewhere in the seven hells, Otto Hightower burns.
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gallus-rising · 1 year
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I posted 9,401 times in 2022
That's 4,185 more posts than 2021!
518 posts created (6%)
8,883 posts reblogged (94%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 5,838 of my posts in 2022
Only 38% of my posts had no tags
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#*furious pecking* - 730 posts
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#one piece - 457 posts
#flight rising - 265 posts
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Longest Tag: 140 characters
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I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
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listen to me
(ignore how crusty this looks)
127 notes - Posted November 16, 2022
#4
what if arceus shits Ingo back out into Unova and no one (including himself) cares i think that’d be funny actually like get back on the combat train Train Man it’s time to do train fights you’ve got a backlog Train Man so get on that Don’t Forget You’re Here Forever Train Man
129 notes - Posted February 11, 2022
#3
underrated thing in mp100 fanfic: fics where Reigen’s been possessed by a spirit that’s trying to impersonate him and the final straw dead giveaway is when he calls Mob by his actual name
221 notes - Posted August 6, 2022
#2
flip on the typical “Eddie thinks Venom doesn’t know what sex is” no. Venom thinks Eddie doesn’t know what sex is. like, sure, it’s how humans reproduce but they’re clearly not having any fun with it. after all, the primary human courtship method seems to consist of multiple public interviews over the course of several days (weeks? months?? years????) as opposed to something fun like ritual combat, or very loud vocal displays, or perhaps even doing a sexy little dance
for fucks sake, humans aren’t even bioluminescent
523 notes - Posted January 27, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
ONE gives us a comic of Reigen about to shit himself in public and the next day new Halloween art has dog boy Reigen on a leash just so we remember that the staff of Bones desire him carnally god bless
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reasoncourt · 2 years
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♪ <33333
When I was a man I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake
~ Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier
(I want to consume this song. i want it carnally)
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gilbertsaviour · 2 years
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continued from this post with @multistoty​​
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Elena was studious, intelligent and never usually one to deter herself from the pages of a book. When Stefan was in the same room however, her mind was occupied by the vampire. His presence alone was enough to distract the brunette, to reign her in until she was all consumed by the love of her life and everything that he had to offer. “It turns out I have an appreciation for all kinds of classics, Mr Salvatore.” She teased, lips turned to a smirk, as she allowed her fingertips to trail across his chest. “You’re no exception, I’m sure you could teach me a thing or two. If you wanted to roleplay student and teacher, all you had to do was say...” She toyed, echoing his playful nature. 
Elena’s brown orbs locked with Stefan’s and she recited aloud the lines most beloved to her from Lord Alfred’s Tennyson’s famous elegy that dated back to his own past, 1850, In Memoriam: 
“ These mortal lullabies of pain, may bind a book, may line a box, may serve to curl a maiden's locks; or when a thousand moons shall wane, a man upon a stall may find, and, passing, turn the page that tells a grief, then changed to something else, sung by a long-forgotten mind. But what of that? My darken'd ways shall ring with music all the same; to breathe my loss is more than fame, to utter love more sweet than praise.” 
The literature that she read evoked the same level of passion that she felt for the man who had quite literally saved her life. Stefan was more than just her boyfriend. He was her lover; the very essence of his soul was merged with her own and she shared Lord Tennyson’s sentiments completely. She would utter her love for Stefan until the seas ran dry, a love that was so much sweeter than praise and pride and vanity combined. “Contrary to what you might think, I do pay attention in English Lit.” She smiled, bringing her lips to his own, capturing him in a kiss that was meant to satisfy her own pleasure. It was full of longing, carnal yet innocent in intention and she knew he was bound to feel pleasure too. “Well, we don’t need to be entirely extracurricular. We could keep reading, but here’s my suggestion: you can take me to bed and read to me with your shirt off. How does that sound?”
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malaisequotes · 6 months
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“Soul and body have no bounds: to lovers as they lie upon her tolerant enchanted slope in their ordinary swoon, grave the vision Venus sends of supernatural sympathy, universal love and hope; while an abstract insight awakes among the glaciers and the rocks, the hermit’s carnal ecstasy.”
Lullaby by W. H. Auden
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