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[theinquisitxor]

July Reading Wrap Up

July was a good reading month quality wise, but I wish I got through a couple more books than I did. I read 7 books in July-- six fantasy and one nonfiction. I completed one duology, and I overall enjoyed everything I read in July.

1.Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim 4/5 stars. This is a delightful young adult fairy tale. It was exactly the type of fantasy I was looking for after reading the Poppy War in June. This is a retelling of the fairy tale of the Wild Swans, and I thought it was very well done. However, I thought this should have just been a standalone, not stretched into a second book. I'm not planning on reading the second book, and I'm just going to treat this like a standalone. YA east asian fairy tale retelling.

2.A Declaration of the Rights of Magicians (The Shadow Histories 1) by H.G. Parry. 4.5/5 stars. This is the first in an adult historical fantasy duology. This takes place from ~1780-90s and follows four perspectives across the world (characters in England, France, and Haiti). This book is very much a political fantasy, and one of the most political heavy books I've ever read. The story follows characters as they navigate and cause the geopolitical turmoil of this time period. My favorite book of July. Adult historical fantasy.

3.A Radical Act of Free Magic (The Shadow Histories 2) by H. G. Parry 4/5 stars. The conclusion to this duology was just as good as book 1, and follows many of our same characters through the Napoleonic wars. Slightly less politics and a little more action in this one, but still very good. The way magic fits into the historical narrative of this story is just so clever. Adult historical fantasy.

4.The Isles of the Gods (The Isles of the Gods 1) by Amie Kaufman 3/5 stars. This is a new young adult fantasy book that I've been looking forward to for a while. It was a fun, seafaring fantasy story, but I found it lacking in the characters and some aspects of the world-building. I did really enjoy the early 1900s industrial revolution setting-- I thought that was unique. While I found aspects of this book weak, I'll still probably read the next book (whenever it comes out). YA high fantasy.

5.The Beautiful Ones by Silvia Moreno-Garcia 4/5 stars. Whenever I pick up a new Silvia Moreno-Garcia I know that it's going to be quite different from the previous SGM book, but I know I'm most likely going to enjoy it. That was exactly the case with The Beautiful Ones. The beginning of this book took me a little while to get into, but once I was invested, I didn't want to put it down. The second half of this book was by far the strongest, and I really enjoyed the romance. Adult Historical Fantasy.

6.The Sea Around Us by Rachel Carson. This was my nonfiction, for the month and I wanted a literal beach read while at the beach. This is a foundational piece of nature literature by the prolific writer and conservationist Rachel Carson. This was published in 1950, so I'm not sure how much of the scientific detail is actually still accurate but I read this for the writing and the legacy of the work (there are so many good quotes and passages from this book too). Nonfiction.

7.Elantris by Brandon Sanderson 4/5 stars. In my slow attempt to read the Cosmere, I picked up this. I read this half on audio, half physical book. I ended up enjoying this much more than I thought I would. This may be one of my favorite Sanderson works that I've read. There were a lot of tropes and characters that I enjoyed. Adult high fantasy.

That's all for July! I'm looking forward to the books I'm planning on reading in August, included under the cut!

August books?

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

Skyhunter duology by Marie Lu

The Once and Future Witches by Alix E Harrow

11/22/63 by Stephen King

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

The Fifth Season by NK Jemison

#reading wrap up #july reading wrap up #books #fantasy books #brandon sanderson #elantris #six crimson cranes #elizabeth lim #a declaration of the rights of magicians #hg parry #the beautiful ones #silvia moreno garcia #books read #my post

[therainbowtoque]

September

Finally (after 11 months), the adoption of Steely Grey!!! And the Introduction of Pregnant Penny!

Birthday celebration for HG and AK. Both were good in their own way! HG’s family have always welcomed me with such love. Another successful Harvest Festival. Continuing to look for jobs.. and looking at school.

Used my voice to stand for 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Then I flew away! I spent the weekend HL, her boy and Em, which was fun and lovely as always. They finally took me to White Rock, we all went curling and I got a behind the scenes look at HL’s work.

September was filled with lots of my favourite people. If I didn’t see them physically I at least to hear from them.

#personal #monthly wrap up #ak #hl #monthly update #september #<333 #2023 #hg #🕳️

[idksmtms]

Rip and Tear and Throw It All Away (District 7!Cregan Stark x Tribute!reader, Capitol Mentor!Aemond Targaryen x Tribute!reader) - Part 1

AN: I googled which is the northernmost district in Panem because Cregan will always be the wolf of the north :) 

For Context: it’s a mix of the mentorship style of TBOSAS (where the mentors are from the capitol) but it’s in modern HG era 

-decided to make it 2 parts bc I got more ideas while writing hehehe-

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: You had been in love with Cregan since you were 15. He confessed his love to you three days before his last time participating in the reaping. Now, at 18, so close to freedom from the reapings, both of you had plans. Grand plans to start a family and have a home all of your own. Too bad that won’t ever be possible. 

Word count: 5,180 

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, slight age gap (I made the reader a couple years younger than him for story purposes), p in v s*x, fingering, like a mild housewife kink?, cheating (or at least kinda), degradation/bullying/Aemond being an asshole to reader, (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not claim to own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

You woke up in Cregan’s arms the morning of your final reaping day. His arms were woven tight around you and his slow breaths fanned over your shoulder as your eyes fluttered open. The sun came softly in through the curtains, old flowery fabric your mother had stitched together from some childhood dresses and put up in your room. 

As the sun rose, so did the hope in your heart for the first time in a long time. You remembered the last time you had felt like this, the morning after Cregan had kissed you for the first time. You had felt like the world was in the palm of your hands, that all the restrictions of Panem that made life not worth living were lifted away if even just for a moment.

It had been on the brink of his eighteenth birthday, a week before his final time participating in the reapings. You had been his little shadow for years, and the thought of him leaving school and leaving you behind to go to work, the thought of his name being in the bowl so many times that it was more than likely he would be picked had had you bawling your eyes out in the little alley between your houses where you went to meet. He had wrapped you up in his arms, pressing your face to his chest as you cried and cried and cried until he was hushing you gently, telling you to quiet down because he had something very important to tell you. Your sobs had slowed down to blubbers and then to whimpers before you finally began taking hiccupping breaths and wiped at your eyes to look at him in earnest. Whenever he spoke, you listened like he was a messiah. He told you that he wanted to go into his final reaping with no regrets, that if it just so happened that he was picked then he didn’t want to leave, to die, without you knowing how he felt. You gulped, staring into his eyes and hoping beyond hope that he was saying what you had always wished to hear him say. He said he loved you, that it was ok if you didn’t feel the same, but he wanted you to know, he wanted to kiss you once, even if it would only be once. He had cupped your face, smiling at you sadly when you continued to stare at him, as if your lack of response confirmed your lack of feelings. But then you leaned forward and nuzzled his nose with your own, repeating the words ‘I love you’ until he had finally pressed his lips to your own to silence you.

You had initially planned to stay over at Cregan’s house the night before, a preemptive celebration crossed with a possible final night of love. But your parents had always been firm about the night before reaping day. They didn’t know what would happen when the tribute names were called and if it did somehow happen to be you, they wanted to know their last moments with you weren’t some passing moment over breakfast. You understood. You had seen the families of the tributes fall apart since you were old enough to be aware of the games. The mothers that no longer came out of their houses, the fathers that wasted away between their work and their suddenly empty homes. The brothers and sisters who were either too young to understand why their sibling had gone away, or old enough to feel a guilt that sent them to an early grave as well. 

So you stayed home, laughing at silly things over the dinner table, hugging your mother on the couch for hours without saying a word. Then, when both of your parents had finally gone to bed, you snuck to the door and opened it to find Cregan waiting just outside with one hand on the strap of a bag, and the other in his pocket. He looked up when you appeared in front of him, and a small smile pulled on his lips. You ushered him in quietly and led him to your room, gently shutting the plywood door behind you. He pulled you into his arms then, bending down to press his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He placed gentle kisses against the skin of your neck and you rubbed his back, running your fingertips over the muscles he had gained from starting work. 

You remembered the day Cregan had left school and started working with the trees. He had been assigned chopping duty, as almost all others were, and you had sat in his room after school waiting for him to return. He had walked in with his axe, dropping it by the door with a heavy thud. You had startled, staring at him and the weapon. Your father had his own axe at home, so you were used to the sight, but seeing Cregan with it still felt… different. Some of the sweat had dried but he was still glistening with it and you could see little wood chips in his hair. He had stared at you, as if seeing you in his home at the end of a day’s work had somehow made the toiling well worth it. You had blushed from the tips of your toes to the top of your head and a heat had settled in your belly. You had quickly gotten up then, pressing a dainty kiss to his cheek and murmuring something about getting water from the pump for him to wash up. 

The night before you had led him to your bed, sitting him down on the edge and caressing his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids. You had helped him out of his shirt, put his boots to the side, and stood in front of him once more. 

“I want to remember you,” you whispered, staring at his face in the moonlight that filtered in through the window. “Just in case.” You pressed a light kiss to his mouth, just a little press before pulling away and watching him as he shook his head. 

“No, don’t say that, don’t even think about it. We have plans, remember?” He kept shaking his head but you nodded, cupping his cheek and smiling with wet eyes. 

“We do, really important plans,” you kissed his lips again, another gentle one that only slightly pushed against his mouth. “We’re gonna get married, and apply for the corner house, the one with vines growing all over it and the two windows that are never fully shut. We’ll have two kids, so they can keep each other company and we’ll always have laughter in the house. And every day you’ll come home, and the first thing you’ll do is kiss me,” Cregan smiled brightly and you giggled, kissing him again and again and again until he was shushing your giggles and rolling you onto the bed and under him. 

The entire night was spent whispering to each other, kissing, and making love. Cregan had wanted to wait until the night of your wedding to finally be joined together, but in this world neither of you could promise that you would reach it. You thought it was an appropriate night to finally bare yourselves to each other, to finally become one, because tomorrow held no promises. 

He had caved when you had slipped your nightgown off your shoulders and allowed it to slide down to your feet. He had been laying back on your bed, shirt off, and you could see the way his entire body responded to the sight. He had pounced on you, dragging you back to be under him and settling his weight on top of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you clenched them tight, pushing your hips up against his to try and get some friction where you ached the most. Cregan moaned into your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to eat you, nipping at your lips as his hands roamed over your body, squeezing your flesh and rubbing your skin. 

“Cregan please, do… something,” you whined, feeling restless to the core. He gripped your breasts in his hands kissed down to them, lapping at your nipples before sucking on each one harshly. You jolted on the bed, but his weight held you down and he continued attacking your skin with his mouth until you were whining that they had become too sensitive. Even just the stray brush of his lips as he moved away from your chest was too much against your nipples. He kissed back up your neck and looked into your eyes as he gently pressed his fingers to your slick folds, slipping the tips of his index and middle finger around in your juices before gently easing one of his fingers inside you. He pushed past your entrance and slowly rubbed the pad of his finger along the gummy flesh of your walls, the squelch and texture of your insides. He pulled the finger in and out of you, listening closely to the sounds you made, the huffs of breath and the muffled moans as the pleasure ebbed and flowed with his movements. When you began rocking your hips up and down with his movements, he eased in the other finger, kissing you as you gasped sharply and gently scissoring his fingers at your entrance. 

Though he hadn’t wanted to sleep with you until marriage, he had done this to you before. He had pushed two fingers into your pussy and mouthed at it like a man parched. He had had you hump yourself against his thigh until you drenched his work pants and ride his face until he granted you permission to pull your sore cunt away from his ravenous mouth. But he had never inserted a third finger until now, shushing you and telling you that it was essential if you wanted to fit his cock inside you that night. You just moaned and listened to the squelching, his heavy breathing, the rustling of sheets. You felt each of his fingers inside you, pressing together and against your walls, rubbing your entrance and pressing against it every time they pushed back in. You felt his skin stick to yours, the sheets under you damp and clinging to your skin, his hot breaths on your shoulders and the occasional kiss or bite. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he continued working you higher and higher, warm waves shooting from your breasts down to your core. He moved faster, you panted harder. He pressed harder, you rolled your hips faster. He pressed your clit with his thumb, rubbing it haphazardly but so perfectly that your orgasm climbed even quicker until it was rumbling through your body, shaking your belly and your legs, tingling in your core and the tips of your fingers. You kept moving your hips against Cregan’s hand and he began to slow his movements, waiting until your hips stood still to pull his fingers from you. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, just touching the tip of his nose against your own. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, running your hands up his arms and kissing his lips lightly. “Please, Cregan. Neither of us knows what will happen tomorrow. If it is nothing, then I will have still gotten to love you, to share myself with you. If my name is called, then I can leave knowing that I at least got to have this night with you, that we shared a bed together.” You kissed him as tears suddenly welled in your tired eyes. 

You didn’t want to think too long about the possibilities, and Cregan granted your wish. He kissed you, mouth open and delved his tongue inside, warm and wet. You moaned as he began spreading your legs, the sticky sound of your lips and thighs peeling apart making you shift in embarrassment. Cregan just kissed you again, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance and hushing you as you began to keen nervously. He pressed fully in, grunting and panting in your ear. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bit at your ear, pushing his nose into your hair and rubbing his cheek against yours like a desperate wolf. “You feel-you feel so good, ungh!” He couldn’t stop himself from lightly thrusting into you, your pussy clenching onto him like a vice as you tried to get used to the feeling. 

You were stretched to the brim, your legs were shaking and your nails dug into his shoulders. He pulled back and thrust into you again, a puff of breath leaving you as your entire pelvis tingled. He did it again, nibbling at your neck. You pushed your hips up, trying to get him to move quicker. You craved the little waves of pleasure that ebbed from your core to every limb when he thrusted in and out. He began moving, smooth pushes and pulls of his hips. The pleasure began to build, heightening with every thrust until your moans had to be muffled with his hand against your mouth. He pressed his mouth to your shoulder as he began to rut into you, thrusts uneven and animalistic. 

The release was sudden, one thrust and you were gone over the edge, body spasming and cunt gushing. You clenched and unclenched onto him, digging your nails into his back and thrusting your hips up to match his rhythm. Your entire body was covered in warm, spark-like, waves undulating beneath your skin. You felt him cum inside you, felt the warm spurts touch your insides and the tremble of his body against yours. He had thrust until his hips could handle it no longer then lay on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck as you ran your fingers up and down his spine. 

Now here you were, slowly sitting up in bed, stretching your arms and legs and shivering at the unfamiliar soreness that had settled between your legs. Cregan stirred, blinking his eyes open and watching you stand up and head to the little pile of discarded clothes at the end of your bed. You slipped your bra back on, then walked to your little chest of drawers to pull out a pair of panties. He watched you slip them up your legs then find a white cotton dress that you only wore on special occasions. It had lace trimmings and a pretty rounded collar that sat perfectly on your chest. He sat up against the wall behind your bed but didn’t move his eyes from your form as you tied the ribbon around your waist. You turned to look at him and smiled, cheeks pink, not knowing how much he wished he could wake up to this sight every day for the rest of his life. 

“You’d better hurry, my parents have already gone to the square for their place at the reaping,” you teased, voice slightly husky. Cregan nodded but didn’t get up for a moment, continuing to watch you as you set your hair in the little mirror then began looking for your shoes. 

He slowly stood up, still completely naked from the night before. You blushed as you watched him. He walked over to you and cupped your face in his hands, grip firm. He tilted your chin forward and kissed you, running his thumbs along your cheekbones before pulling away. 

“I love you,” he whispered, then moved away to pull his clothes out of his bag. You stood there for a moment, staring after him, cheeks hurting from your smile. 

Cregan walked you to the town square. He held your hand the whole way, whispering reassuring words close to your head and kissing your hair every chance he got. When you reached the edge of the square, he kissed your hands, your cheeks, one last time before letting you go to stand with the other possible tributes. You watched him walk away before going to the signup and having your finger pricked. They ushered you away quickly and you found a place right in the middle beside some of the girls you knew from your year. 

The guards were quick to shove everyone to their places and the ceremony started quickly. You stared down at the floor as the video played, the words going in one ear and out the other. You had heard it so many times you could probably recite it from memory, and you had become a master at tuning it out. The capitol representative was quick to start the picking, a short and spritely woman wearing more colour than you had probably seen in your entire life. 

“Ladies first,” she joked in that shrill voice, as if this were some happy occasion. You held your breath as you listened to the tape unsticking from the paper, and heard her intake of breath before she said “Y/n L/n.” 

You didn’t really hear her though. At least you don’t think you did. She didn’t say your name, right? Surely she didn’t say your name. People began murmuring around you, those stood next to you shuffling away slightly. You looked around yourself as if in a trance, the entire world seemed so hazy, not registering until after you had moved your eyes away from whatever you had been looking at. 

“Y/n L/n?” The woman repeated, and your hands began to shake. Your eyes began to well, and you forced your feet to move to the path. You couldn’t think about it right now. You couldn’t. You had to get to the stage. That’s all. You just had to get to the stage. There was rustling and yelling behind you, a loud grunt and a scream. 

“Y/N! Y/N STOP!” You turned and saw Cregan struggling against the army of peacekeepers holding onto him. “Y/N!” He kept fighting, shoving a few off and beginning to run toward you before he was engulfed once more. They yanked his hands behind his back and pulled him back so he lost his footing and was forced to put all his weight onto the man holding his arms. He screamed and looked at you, eyes burning with rage and fear. 

You didn’t know if you should continue to the stage or go toward him. All you wanted was to be in his arms again, for him to tell you that everything was going to be alright and that this was all just a bad dream. You wanted to be back in your room and have him watch you as you dressed. When you began to move toward him, a peacekeeper stepped in front of you and grabbed your arm, turning you around and walking you to the stage. You turned to stare at Cregan as they dragged him away, as he continued to yell your name and try to tear away from them and run to you. When you saw the pain on his face, the way he mouthed your name before he was finally dragged off, you broke. Tears that had begun to well when your name was called spilled freely from your eyes. The sobs you had tried to bite down hiccuped from you, shaking your chest. You felt like your entire body was about to crumple and without the peacekeeper pulling you all the way to the stage and standing you up next to the capitol woman, you would surely have fallen where you stood and never gotten back up again. 

You didn’t register the rest of the ceremony, didn’t pay attention to whoever else was picked in the reaping, just stood on the stage and sobbed until your throat hurt and you had no tears left to cry. Just before you were led off the stage, an overarching sense of shame overwhelmed you. 

You were going to let your district down. You were going to the capitol just to fail, to die, and bring further shame to your people. For the moment you stood in front of the mic, while the peacekeepers began to open the door, you gently leaned forward and whispered “I’m sorry” as you looked out at the crowd. Everyone stared back up at you with owlish eyes and you turned away, allowing them to guide you to your final moments with your family. 

You hadn’t been able to watch your parents cry. You had spent the entire three minutes hugging them and crying into their shoulders. They had whispered encouragement to you, made you promise to try your best and told you how much they believed in you. They forced you to look into their eyes as they told you they believed you could come home, to do what you had to do just as long as you came home. You just barely had the power to nod before the peacekeeper came and pulled them away from you. 

You truly broke down when the door opened to Cregan. His grey eyes were limned with red, his entire body shaking as he reached out and pulled you into his arms. He kissed you, long and deep until you had to pull away to breathe. He pressed his forehead to yours and caressed your cheeks as you began to cry once more. 

“You can do this,” he said simply, clinging to you tightly, but you just began shaking your head. 

“No, no I can’t. Don’t lie to me. I am nothing, no one. I don’t know how to kill, I can’t do it.” You were beginning to become hysterical, sobs heaving out of you. 

“Shush,” he pressed his hand to your mouth and forced your chin up so you looked into his eyes. “You can do this, I know you can. You’ll have a mentor, you’ll have access to weapons. You can train, make sure you ask them the right questions. Whatever it takes, ok?” His grip on your head was verging on painful, but you nodded, staring into his eyes like it was the only way you would survive. 

“Whatever it takes,” you whispered, but your eyes filled with tears again and you couldn’t believe your own words. Cregan kissed you again, again and again until he heard the doors begin to open. “Here,” he slipped a piece of paper into your hands. “Give this to your mentor,” and then he was pulled out the door before you could even yell a goodbye. You began to panic, you had nothing to give him in return, and you quickly ripped a bit of lace from the hem of your dress and shoved it into his palm. 

You stared down at the paper in your hands, a sealed envelope. You didn’t know where he got access to an envelope but it looked old and was beginning to yellow. You were tempted to open it but you didn’t, just slipped it into the pocket hidden in the folds of your dress. You didn’t know what he had for your mentor, but you trusted Cregan. 

You slept the whole ride until the capitol. The representative had tried to coax you out of your room, to get you to mingle with the other tribute, but you had just shut the door in her face. The other tribute was a fourteen year old boy named Gendry. You doubted you could get along with him. Even the thought of trying before knowing he would ultimately die, if not at someone else’s hands then your own, made you feel sick and sent you rushing to clamber back into your bed and under the covers. 

When the train finally stopped in the capitol, you allowed the representative to lead you off only to find two young people standing by the entrance waiting for you. Both were tall with white hair. The girl’s were formed into neat dreadlocks, some slightly piled on her head while others fell down her back and shoulders. Her brown eyes were warm as she smiled at all of you and you felt your shoulders relax slightly. The boy had long silky hair, brushed to perfection and falling down his back almost like a sheet of water. The front was combed back and tied neatly into the flow off the back of his head and you almost gasped at the eyepatch. 

It was made of dark brown leather and wrapped around his head. It completely covered his left eye but you could see a red line of a scar leading to it before disappearing under the patch and reappearing underneath it, ending just a bit higher than the middle of his cheek. He didn’t smile, just watched you and Gendry with a sharp eye and a stoic face, posture straight and hands behind his back. 

“Hello,” the girl began warmly, stepping forward and reaching out a hand to shake. You grasped it gently, giving her a rather limp handshake before bringing your hand back to your side. “I’m Rhaena, Rhaena Targaryen, and I will be Gendry’s mentor.” You nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving your lips. You turned to the boy just as she spoke again. “This is my cousin, Aemond Targaryen, he will be your mentor, Y/n,” she smiled but Aemond didn’t. He continued to watch you, as if studying every part of you to see what he would need to work on to get you to succeed in the games. You nodded stiffly in his direction, trying to pull a smile to your lips but failing to do so. 

Then you were all standing there in the quiet, shuffling awkwardly for a moment before Rhaena cleared her throat and gestured to the hallway behind her. 

“We’ll show you to your rooms, we’ll all be occupying the seventh floor together,” she said, and began to walk toward an elevator. 

You were a step behind everyone, and by the time you reached the elevators you realised that Aemond had fallen back to walk beside you. You could tell he was a capitol citizen just by the way he walked. His spine was straight, his hands were clasped behind his back and each step was long and carefully measured. You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye, trying to study anything past the hard and stoic expression on his face, but he turned to you as if he knew you were watching and you quickly looked away, heart in your throat. 

You all were taken up to the seventh floor and Rhaena led you into the most lavish place you had ever seen. The wallpaper was made of silk, the carpets were real animal furs of the softest kind, crystal chandeliers and a wall of windows. Tables and chairs of all shapes and sizes covered in fabrics in colours you could only have imagined. 

Rhaena showed you to your room, saying you had some time to shower and change before you would all gather for dinner before leading the rest of the group away. Aemond did not follow. He stayed standing in the doorway, watching the group walk away until they were out of sight before turning to look at you. He watched silently as you walked about the room, touching all the baubles, feeling the fabric, and just generally being amazed by the lavish setup of the capitol. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. 

“You don’t even know how to use an axe, do you?” He sighed, tilting his head as he watched you stop in the middle of the room and whirl on your heel to face him. Your cheeks turned red and you shook your head. “No,” you gulped, a shiver running down your spine at his silky voice, “you were just rich enough not to have to learn survival but too poor to have any access to weapons.” He gently ran a finger across his lower lip as he observed you, humming to himself as he continued to peel away your skin and expose your very bones to his eyes. 

“What’s the point of this?” You finally huffed, skin crawling. You turned away from, not wanting his eyes on you any longer. Or at least, not wanting to be able to see them. “You’re supposed to teach me everything I need to know in the arena.” 

“I’m supposed to make you worth watching,” he replied, stepping closer to you and smirking. “Most tributes come in with skills that will help them in the arena, whether it be careers from 1 and 2 or the intelligence and expertise from 3 and 5.” His smirk dropped as he stepped closer to you, bending his head down to stare straight into your eyes as his voice became venomous. “This year, all the tributes have some worth, even the tattered corpses that they dragged out from district 12 have meat on their bones and brute force from the mines that they can use to crush your head. Every. Tribute. Has. Worth. Except you.” 

Your eyes welled with tears as he grasped your chin in his hand. You stared into his one blue eye, trying to act unfazed but failing miserably as you began to sniffle. He stared at you with so much disdain that you began to tremble, every negative thought you had tried to banish suddenly breaking through the gaps of your mind. 

“Just for being a second son, I was given a pathetic tribute who can barely stand on her own two feet. A weakling, the runt of the litter.” He spat every word, and you flinched as he spoke, but his grip was harsh and unrelenting, surely pressing bruises into your face. “So you will heed every word I say, you will do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you, like the good pup you are,” he patted your cheek with a flat hand and you cringed away, “and maybe, just maybe, you won’t be a total disappointment before the games even begin. Are we clear?” 

You stared at the cruel set of his mouth, at the remaining eye that was cold and lifeless as a sapphire, and you nodded, a soft tilt down and up of your head. He let you go, smiled broadly, then left the room so swiftly it was as if he had never been there at all. You pressed your fingers to your tender jawline and let the tears fall from your eyes. You had never wished for Cregan’s presence more. 

As you cried alone in your bed, across the country Cregan Stark sat at a table in the darkest part of the blackmarket tavern. Pressed into the shadows, three other people leaned forward over the table, discussing the price of guns, and rebellion. In his pocket he clutched a piece of lace, wrapping and unwrapping it from around his finger. Then he leaned in and said he would do whatever it took to take down the capitol. Whatever it took.

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[hederasgarden]

Breathplay with Rhett

This photo has been on my mind and well...this happened. This hasn’t been beta’ed so please excuse any major grammas issues.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader Word Count: 250ish Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Breathplay, unprotected PIV, and dirty talk.

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You reach down to caress Rhett's thick neck while riding him, thighs squeezing his slender waist, but you’re too focused on just how good he feels inside you to notice his reaction. The second time your hands fall to his throat you’re staring down at him and you catch his subtle response. His long lashes flutter and a breathy grunt passes his clenched lips. When you do it again, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, he bucks into you hard, fingers digging into your fleshy hips. 

“Fuck, come on, girl,” Rhett growls, eyes burning into yours. “Do it.”

His pace slows, letting you get your bearings. Tentatively, you wrap your hands around his neck, feeling the way his Adam’s Apple bobs under your palm. You tighten your grip slowly, watching his face as you do. It’s harder than you expect to keep up the pressure, but once you’re squeezing him in earnest, he starts moving again until he’s rutting into you desperately, mouth parting soundlessly. 

You roll your hips and the muscles in his neck strain. A moment later Rhett comes hard, his whole body locking up. He gives a few lazy thrusts before stilling. When you let go of his neck he groans, low and hoarse, and his heart beats wildly under your hand.

“Well that was something,” you tell him with a smile. 

Rhett’s only response is to draw a hand down his face and swallow heavily. “Just as soon as I recover, I’m going to fuck the breath out of you,” he warns. 

"I'm counting on it," you reply, kissing him deeply.

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[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

A Taste of the Divine- E.M.

OKAY OKAY OKAY so I based this one off of a song I have been utterly OBSESSED with lately called The Summoning by Sleep Token. You can find it here: https://youtu.be/wJNbtYdr-Hg

I definitely think Modern!Eddie would make this kind of music and you can fight me on that. The other song I have quoted in here is I Have A Problem by Beartooth, which you can find here: https://youtu.be/KTUCGRu_DL4

Masterlist

You go to your first rock show and you get a much different experience than you bargained for.

TW- 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, angel, etc.), pnv, protected sex (wrap it up, babes), dom!Eddie, degredation kink, praise kink, slight corruption kink if you squint, drinking, cursing (lmk if I missed anything!)

Pairings- Modern!Rockstar!Eddie x Reader

Word Count- 6,335

(Pic and gif not mine, credit to owner!)

There’s just something about him. 

Past the intimidating exterior of black leather, studded belts, and cigarette smoke is someone whose sole mission in his life is to worship every inch of skin on your body.  

You never meant to end up with someone like Eddie. You never even heard his name before your friend laid a poster down in front of you at your weekly lunch date, squealing as she told you about the show. You looked at the paper, detailing the time and place of a band you had never heard of, and honestly didn’t really have any interest in learning about. You were never one for rock music, instead favoring the sound of smooth indie and pop. But your best friend was so keen on going. Her boyfriend is in the band, but all of the friends she had that liked the kind of music they played weren’t available, so she was begging you to accompany her.  

“Pleaaase, Y/N! I’ll do anything you want!  It’s just their first headlining show and I don’t want to be in the crowd alone!” She pleads, giving you those best friend puppy dog eyes. After careful consideration and a lot of bargaining, you finally relent, resolving that she would buy your drinks all night.  

“Corroded Coffin, huh? Sounds like pretty heavy stuff,” You eye her with uncertainty. “I really don’t think this is gonna be my scene,” Your best friend rolls your eyes at you, wagging her finger at you. 

“No take-backs! You already said you’d come! And you don’t have to like them, I just really want you to be there with me to support Gareth! You know how big a deal this is to him! I’ve never asked you to come to a show with me before, and I swear, if you absolutely hate them, I’ll never ask you to go again! I promise,” She sticks her lip out in a fake pout as an attempt to further suck you in to her plans. 

“Okay, okay, fine! Just this once, because I love you!” She does a happy dance in her seat across from you, giggling like a madwoman. 

“Okay, great! Oh, Y/N it’s gonna be so much fun! And you definitely have to wear something hot. You can borrow some of my fishnets! We’re all hanging out after and the lead singer, Eddie, he’s so fucking fine. If I didn’t love Gareth so much, I would totally be on that.” The face she makes as she speaks makes you laugh, which helps you feel better about going. 

“Alright, fine,” You roll your eyes, chuckling at her giddiness. “But this Eddie guy better be, like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”  

“I really don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” She promises with surety.  

When you get to the venue, it’s packed wall to wall with people in black, decorated with studs and leather. The smell of alcohol and sweat was heavy in the air, and you take it in as your best friend keeps a very firm grip on your hand as she drags you toward the front, near the stage. She pushes past people with authority, and when people give her dirty looks, she just exclaims “MY BOYFRIEND IS IN THE BAND!” This makes you laugh, because more often than not, the people just move out of her way. People respect that sort of thing around here, you guess.  

As you near the rail, your friend flags down one of the security people hovering near the stage, and your friend introduces you to him by name. “Carlos! This is my best friend, Y/N. I’m gonna go get us some drinks, so can you just make sure no one’s creepy to her? She’s never been to one of these shows before.” Carlos, a nearly middle aged gentleman who stands at least 6 feet tall and looks like he could wrestle for WWE, nods. 

“I got you hon, no one gets past these eyes,” Your best friend pats him casually on the shoulder with a smile. 

“I know I can count on you, buddy.” With that, she starts making her way toward the bar, pushing past people like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You look over to Carlos, not wanting to just stand there awkwardly. 

“So,” You begin, shouting slightly over the din of all the other concertgoers, “Do people get pretty rowdy at these shows?” Carlos makes a face and shrugs. 

“It really just depends on the crowd. I’ve had to knock a few assholes out in my time, but generally no one gets too rough with the people who don’t want it. Just try not to get sucked into the mosh pit. That’ll do some damage if you’re not careful.” You nod solemnly at his sage advice, clinging a bit closer to the rail for safety.  

“And what if I do get sucked in?” Carlos raises an eyebrow as he mulls it over. 

“Don’t be afraid to push your way out. They can get pretty nasty, but usually it’s just a bunch of people dancing like maniacs,” 

As your friend returns, holding the drinks above her head, Carlos takes a step back toward the stage. “Here you go! Tequila Sunrise for you,” She hands you the clear plastic cup, careful not to bump someone and spill it, “Vodka Cran for me,” She holds her cup out to yours, and you tap them together before taking a big drink.  

“Is it gonna start soon?” You ask. 

She nods, “Yeah! I saw Gareth and the guys walking through the back door. Should be any minute now.” You keep talking and drinking and laughing for a few more minutes until the lights start moving across the stage, and everyone starts screaming as the band comes out from behind the curtain.  

“Whoa,” You mutter, eyes going wide as you spot him. Eddie Munson is wearing nothing but a tight pair of black jeans and a leather vest, his arms and torso covered in intricate tattoos. His hair is a wild mess of dark curls, and he wears a serious expression. There’s a glint of silver around his ears as you spot a rows of earrings going up to his cartilage, and a little hoop in his right nostril. His broad hands are littered in heavy silver rings and necklaces drip from his neck to swing at his mostly bare chest. You feel your best friend nudge you, and you look to her as she gestures up toward Eddie. 

“Disappointed?” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully.  

“No, no I don’t think I am...” You give a bark of a laugh.  

“I knew you wouldn’t be! Wait until you hear him sing!” You make a face of bemusement before turning your attention back to the stage, where Eddie has started shredding on his red and black crackle-painted Warlock guitar. Everyone goes crazy, including your best friend, as Eddie’s voice comes screaming through the music. 

“I found my vice, I found my vice. It lives in a bottle and wants me to die! I found my vice, I found my vice. It lives in a bottle and wants me to die! But I wanna be alive.... Go!”  

The sound is overwhelming, and it sends your eyelids flying open wide as you listen. You’ve never heard anything like this. You can’t tell if you like it, but you’re definitely impressed by the lung capacity Eddie surely has to be able to perform like this as often as he does. He doesn’t even start to sing until he gets to the refrain, and the suddenly smooth sound of his voice sends a shock through your body like you’ve never felt before. He grips the mic stand with both hands, eyes closed as the guitar swings by his hip. 

“I guess a bottle can’t save my life, I guess a bottle can’t tame my mind... This is my reward, a barely beating heart? But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself. My hands are in the air, and God, I hope you’re there! Cause I can’t make it myself, I’ll never make it myself...” You’re stunned as he switches back and forth from screaming and singing so easily, and you find yourself start to move your body to the beat of the music, a smile growing slowly on your face. Your best friend is jumping up and down next to you and then the whole venue starts screaming with Eddie, “SUBSTANCE THERAPY NEVER SET ME FREE,”  

By the time the song ends, you’re dancing with your best friend. Although you’d definitely prefer your music taste to this, you can’t deny the intoxicating rush this music sends through your bones.  

When the next song starts, the mood in the room shifts a bit, and you can see why. Eddie’s body language changes from angry to seductive, his hands caressing the microphone like it’s a long lost lover. A stark comparison to the death grip he held on it during the last song. You watch as he pushes the hair out of his face, a soft synth echoing through the room before the guitar starts. Then Eddie begins to sing, his lashes low on his eyes, his tongue darting to lick his lips. “I’ve got a river running right into you. I’ve got a blood trail, red in the blue. Something you say or something you do, a taste of the divine... You’ve got my body, flesh and bone, yeah. The sky above the earth below...”  

He runs a hand up his toned torso, gripping lightly at his throat as he lets his eyes scan the crowd and you stand, mesmerized by the way he moves. When his eyes meet yours, you almost gasp at the intensity of his gaze. He holds it for just a moment before he flits his eyes away, probably to some other beautiful person he sees among this sea of people. Still, you can’t tear your eyes away from his performance. 

There are a couple minutes in the middle of the song where Eddie has a guitar solo, and it almost looks like he’s making love to the guitar in his hands as he walks around the stage with it. He comes to the edge, just a few feet from where you stand, front and center with your best friend, falling to his knees and throwing his head back, his plush lips open in a silent moan as glistening beads of sweat trail down his forehead and chest. It makes heat flood through you, and you watch his nimble fingers as they move across the strings like lightning. You wonder what else he can do with those fingers... 

As he gets back to his feet, his eyes open and land on yours again. The look on his face as his eyes bore into yours makes you feel like you’re the only one in the room for a moment, and then he’s gone, sauntering back to the microphone, the guitar dropping out as gentle synth intermixed with piano float over the room again. He takes his time taking his guitar off his neck, grabbing the mic stand and dragging it with him as he walks, back toward where you stand. Your best friend starts shaking your shoulder and you rip your eyes away from the delicious sight.  

“This is the best part!” She yells excitedly. “You’re about to get soaked, so get ready!” She squeals and turns back, gripping the rail, whooping in excitement. 

When Eddie stops, he lets his face fall forward, his bangs brushing over his eyes as his lips hover right over the microphone. The drums kick back in and he raises one hand over his head, ripping the mic out of the stand as the song drops into half time. “Oh, and my love, did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on...” He drops down to kneel on one knee, one hand still holding onto the mic stand as he taps his fingers on the mic with the other, keeping time. He’s so close you can almost hear his rings clink against the metal. “Cause, these days I would be lyin’ if I told you that I didn’t wish that I could be your man. Or, maybe make a good girl bad...” His eyes graze over you once more, and you watch as they rake up and down your body, sending a shiver through your spine. Then, he gets up, mic in one hand, stand in the other and walks back to where he was before to finish the song. All of the air is sucked out of the room for a moment as the final chord dissolves in the stale air before the room erupts like a million firecrackers. 

You have to take a deep breath to keep your cool. There’s never been music that made you feel exactly this way before. But then again, you’ve never been eye fucked by an insanely gorgeous metal singer as such dirty, beautiful words spill from his perfect lips before. 

The rest of the night goes on like this, and as you indulge in a few more drinks, you loosen up even more, letting your body flood itself with the sheer vibrations of the music around you. It’s like you’re waking up in a brand new world filled with raw emotion, no matter what kind. “We’ve been Corroded Coffin! Thank you!” Eddie screams as the lights come up, and the whole place, including you, is chanting as they exit the stage, all high fives and smiles in the euphoric haze of a good show well done.  

“Come on!” Your best friend has to pull your shoulder to get your attention, the rush of adrenaline written all over her face as she starts pulling you through the crowd. You make it to the edge of the rail and a security guard lets you through, knowing that you’re with the band, and you find the back door to backstage to go through. You run up the steps with her, laughing as you finally find some semblance of quiet behind the closed door. Your ears are ringing, adjusting back to the lack of chest rattling music as you go find the band. “Baby!” Your best friend runs to Gareth, and he lifts her off the ground, spinning her as they embrace. “You did so good out there! You guys were so amazing! I swear to God a record deal is coming any day now.” She then turns to you, “This is my best friend, Y/N, she’s never been to a rock show before, but I think we’ve won her over,” She explains. “I can tell you liked it! Don’t even deny it!” 

You laugh, smiling sheepishly as the band looks at you expectantly. You give a nod, “Yeah, that was... A rush.” You turn to Eddie, who smiles coolly as he takes a drink of water. “I’ve never in my life heard a voice like yours. It was incredible.”  

“You see, Eddie! I told you she’d like you!” Your best friend interjects. You shoot a glare over to her accusatorily, and she shrugs, a smug smile on her face as she holds Gareth close. You feel a heat rush to your cheeks as you turn back to Eddie, who’s still looking at you. 

“Thanks,” he says. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His voice doesn’t even show a hint of strain as he speaks, which is mind-blowing considering all of the screaming he did on stage. You follow awkwardly behind the band as they make their way to a sitting room of sorts, complete with a TV and a few couches. You sit near your best friend and Gareth, who share a plush armchair, but making conversation with them is no use, they’re too wrapped up in each other, kissing and talking to each other in hushed tones about the show and how much they love each other. While it’s a cute sight, it feels as though she’s stranded you on a desert island with a bunch of strangers, one of them being the scorching hot singer sitting next to you on the couch. 

You smooth your impossibly short skirt as you sit, trying to keep yourself from saying something stupid. “So,” You hear from beside you. You look up and Eddie is laying back against the corner of the couch, legs spread. You can see now the faint smudge of black eyeliner on his eyes, and it only makes the dark chocolate of his irises look that much more tantalizing. “You not really a rock person?”  

You scoff, quirking your head to the side a bit, “No, not really. Well, I never have been before anyway. I’ve never really enjoyed the screaming.” He nods, his brows raising in recognition. 

“Yeah, it’s not for everyone, I suppose. But you liked it tonight?” He raises his brows hopefully. You bite your lip lightly, eyes flitting up, remembering the feeling as the intense sound washed over you.  

“Yeah, I did. I have to say, I think you may have completely converted me.” You both laugh lightly at that. “Can I ask, how do you do that? It’s the most baffling thing I have ever seen!” Eddie’s smile widens a bit, and he makes a sound like he’s trying to find the words.  

“It’s a lot of practice. There’s some technical bullshit you need to understand to fully grasp it, but essentially, it’s all about breathing and the way my mouth is shaped,” He shrugs, letting out a short laugh, “That’s a pretty shitty way to put it, now that I think about it, but it’s fine.” You breathe a laugh and nod in understanding. 

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. Not like I do a lot of screaming myself, anyway,” Eddie smiles out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking you up and down. 

“Really? That’s a shame...” He takes a gulp from his water bottle, and you feel heat rush over your whole body. Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt again as you try to think of something else to say.  

“Y’know, that second song you did... The girl you wrote that about sounds pretty lucky to have you to come home to.” You look at him through your lashes, gauging his reaction. You watch him clench his razor sharp jaw, his hand running over his thigh lightly as he adjusts himself to look at you better.  

“There isn’t one,” Your brow raises in feigned curiosity and bat your lashes at him sweetly. 

“Oh? Then who’s that one written about?” You lean toward him ever so slightly. His eyes rake over you once more, and he leans in toward you, his mouth hovering just over your ear. 

“Could be you, if you play your cards right...” A jolt of lightning streaks right through the center of your body, and you feel your heart thump loudly in your throat. Damn, he’s smooth. You try to clear your throat and recover your control, but Eddie sees right through you. It’s a game of sexy chicken, and he’s winning. 

“And what makes you think that I’d want that?” Your voice isn’t as stable as you wish it was and you inwardly curse yourself as Eddie gives you a playful, boyish smile. 

“I saw the way you were looking at me out there. And I think you saw the way I was looking at you, too.” He leans his arm against the back of the couch, laying his head on his hand. “Y’know, you don’t fool me, Y/N.” The way he says your name sends a shiver up your spine and wonder how he’d say it from between your thighs... “I can tell that beneath that bohemian, hippie girl façade, there’s a wild little girl just begging to be let out of her cage. All I’m saying is that I could be the key to her freedom, if you want.” 

He’s done it now. You bite your lip, a heat rushing over your face, all the way up to the tops of your ears, and you have to fight to keep your breath calm. You get up, letting skirt ride up just a touch so he can get a good look at the garters running down the backs of your thighs before holding your hand out to him. “Wanna give me a tour?” You ask innocently, but your eyes are wandering over him, fantasizing what he’ll look like once he’s on top of you. You see Eddie’s cool exterior crack for just a fraction of a second before he takes his time reaching for your hand. His feels massive in yours, his fingertips rough with callouses. The rings he wears make cold indents in your skin.  

“Right this way,” Eddie starts walking, his hand tightly holding yours. You shoot your best friend a quick look over your shoulder, and her eyes are bulging out of her head as she watches you walk away. She sends you a quick thumbs up before getting back to her conversation, a silent “Good luck!” as you walk towards a darkened hallway.  

“Where are we going?” You ask, your eyes scanning the dim hallway covered in posters and sharpied graffiti. 

“Right here,” Eddie opens a door to the right of him, and pulls you in. The room isn’t very large, but there’s a vanity sprinkled with a few pieces of jewelry and makeup items, and worn couch. Eddie closes the door behind you, and you hear a lock click as you look back at him. “So,” The tone on his lips is warm and sultry, and you inhale sharply as you feel his fingers barely graze your bare sides, the bustier top you wear coming only to just under your breasts. “This is my dressing room...” His lips hover right at your ear, and your lashes flutter when you feel the slight tickle of his lips just grazing the skin there.  

“It’s- it’s nice,” You’re losing your resolve, the slight wobble in your voice is giving away your rather compromised position. 

“Why, thank you,” You can hear the amusement in his voice as his lips travel down, not even touching, just teasing you with the hope of contact. His hands, however, grip at your hips a little more now, pulling you closer to him. A mad rush of heat spreads down your thighs as you feel the bulge of his cock starting to form in his jeans. “I’ll tell you how this is gonna work,” He mutters. “I’m gonna ask you what you want, and you’re gonna tell me. I don’t like playing guessing games. Do you understand?” 

You’ve never been spoken to this way before, but damn, is it sure erotic. Borderline pornographic, really. You nod, barely finding your voice as you say, “I understand.” 

“Good.” His lips brush over your shoulder now, and with all of the anticipation it almost makes you go weak in the knees. “Now, can you tell me what you want first?”  Your eyes flutter closed, and you move your head out of the way of his lips. 

“K-kiss me?” You breathe. Eddie chuckles darkly behind you as he presses a firm but gentle kiss to your shoulder, moving the strap of your top out of the way as he blazes a path up your neck, taking his time to find the spots that make you hiss in pleasure. 

“Like this?” He taunts. You nod lightly, your brain growing fuzzier with every sensation. He suddenly turns you around, spinning you by the hips. One of his hands presses into your back as the other grabs your chin, pulling your lips to his in a wanton display. His tongue darts into your mouth and you taste the faint menthol of what was probably a cough drop to soothe his vocal cords. The moan that escapes you is swallowed by Eddies mouth as he moves you backward, your legs hitting the couch. He lets you go as you sink down, and you move yourself so that your legs are spread apart to accommodate for him while you lay back. Your hands find his chest as he comes to lay with you, one hand finding your face, the other supporting him on the arm of the couch as he kisses you again. His lips move lazily down your neck again, sucking soft bruises occasionally, and you let out a soft whine, not wanting to be heard by the band members outside. Your body arches up into his, craving the feeling of his body against yours. 

“Do you want something, sweetheart?” He presses chaste kisses just below your ear, nipping lightly.  

“I want... Fuck... I want your fingers... Please,” Your eyes screw shut, and you feel his lips meander back up your face, capturing your mouth in another hot kiss, Eddie’s thumb brushing over your cheekbone.  

“I think that can be arranged...” The hand on your face starts moving down, over your collarbones, the curve of your breast, giving a squeeze there, down and down until you feel his large, rough palm against your heat. You grind into his hand pathetically, the scant fabric over your clothed pussy doing very little to hide the mess you’ve made. Eddie lets out a little laugh as he plays with you, and you can’t help but whimper at every touch. “Not so tough now, are you baby?” He presses kisses to your jaw, letting his tongue swipe along the skin. “You just wanna be a good girl, don’t you?” You almost want to protest, but it seems impossible as his fingers pull your panties out of the way and dip into your sopping pussy. He pulls his fingers up your slit, and you gasp harshly as he flicks over your clit, the callouses on his fingers creating a new sensation that that of your own.  

Eddie rubs slow circles round your bud, and your hands find his back, nails digging in as you get further lost in the pleasure. “I want...” You pant as Eddie’s mouth travels down to the tops of your breasts. “I want your fingers inside.” Eddie hums against your chest in acknowledgement, fingers moving down to toy with your aching hole, dipping gently in with two fingers. You push yourself further onto him as he curls up, and you tighten your grip on his body as he moans gently at the feeling of your velvet walls wrapping around him. 

“Goddamn. This pussy’s gonna make me cum quick, isn’t it. So fucking tight. You suck me right in, pretty girl.” He purrs. He pumps in and out of you at a decent pace, letting you reach your peak on your own time. You’re sure he’s done this so many times he must have it down to a science. Your moans get needier as the seconds pass, your release approaching in near record time. Eddie can tell. It’s like he can read your mind, or at least, your body, like an open book. “You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna be a good girl and soak my fingers?” The encouragement only spurs you on as you get closer, closer until finally, your walls flutter, and Eddie kisses you to swallow the sounds of your release. He groans as he continues fingering you, his thumb brushing lightly over your clit as your legs shake from the intense climax. You pant hard as you find your way back to your body, and Eddie pulls his fingers out, his lips still on yours. He pulls away as he brings his hand to his face, and he stares intently into your eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. You almost whine just at the sight of him, brain completely melted out of your skull, replaced only with the carnal need for him to fuck you, good and deep. “Next time, I hope you ask for my mouth,” He muses, “I need to get a proper taste of that sweet pussy.”  

“Next time?” You breathe. He gives you a smirk. 

“If you want,” he says. “But now, I’m hoping you tell me you want my cock inside you.” You let out a girlish laugh at that, hands reaching for his pants before you feel his hand cover yours. “Ah, ah, ah... Words first, angel.” He commands. You look at him through your lashes, hips moving up so your pussy grinds lightly against the knee positioned between yours. You see a subtle flutter of his lashes as he waits for your reply. 

“Please, Eddie,” You press kisses to his jaw, sucking deliciously. “Will you stuff my cunt with your cock?” He lets out a groan, his hips driving down into yours. 

“Good girl,” He rasps, and he lets you continue your task of undoing his heavy belt. You can see the strain of his cock against his pants, and you can’t help but paw at it, your mouth watering at the mere thought of him filling you up. He reaches around to his back pocket to pull out a condom, and unceremoniously rips the foil open with his teeth while you pull his pants down, spitting the ripped piece in his teeth away. You pull out his cock, stroking the long, thick length of it a few times, collecting glistening droplets of precum on your thumb before sticking it in your mouth, relishing in the taste. Eddie watches you rub the pad of your finger down the length of your tongue, a devilish smile breaking out on his face as he rolls the condom down his length. He leans back down, necklaces tickling your chest. “I knew there was a bad girl in there somewhere,” He hisses as his cockhead comes in contact with your entrance. You can’t say anything, moaning as he pushes into you harshly. “You like the taste of me, don’t you?”  

You nod pathetically as he grabs your legs, pulling you into a better position for him to snap his hips into yours. Every thrust punctuated with a heavy breath. All you can do is try to hold on to any surface, teeth clenched to keep you quiet as you writhe beneath Eddie’s command. The pace he sets is borderline bruising, both of you struggling to keep your breath as your bodies meet. Eddie hooks your legs behind his back, one hand going to grip the meat of your waist to hold you steady as the other starts playing with your clit, making your goal of keeping quiet enough to keep everyone outside from hearing that much more impossible. “God, you feel so fucking good,” Eddie throws his head back in a low moan, eyes screwing shut as he continues pounding into you. “I can fucking feel the end of you. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” His eyes open back up and settle on your face, contorted in this piece of bliss he’s giving you. The hand on your clit reaches up to your face, the finger coated in your slick pushing into your mouth. You accept it greedily, moaning at the taste of yourself on your tongue.  

“God, so fucking good for me. You look so pretty like this. So fucking pretty.” His cand comes back down to rub your sensitive bud again. You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, your breath coming in short pants. You squeeze your legs around Eddie’s middle, needing him to be even closer.  

“I’m- gonna- cum- Eddie...” You stare into his eyes like they’re art, and bite your lip as the tension in your core approaches a precipice. You shut your eyes, letting the feeling take over as you lose yourself. 

“That’s it. That’s it... Fuck, Y/N, I can fucking feel you...” He lets out a divine whimper as your walls pulse around his cock, his hand tightening around your waist, but he doesn’t let up, not for a moment. “Gonna... Gonna fucking fill you up, pretty girl.” You whine as you feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you, and then his hips stutter, a deep moan tumbling from his lips as he cums. He fucks into you a few more times, slowing down, the fingers on your cunt rubbing languidly now. Finally, he stills, and you’re both just staring at each other, breaths heavy, pupils blown in the euphoria of the mind-blowing sex you just had.  

Finally, you let out a light laugh, your hand going to wipe a few stray hairs from your forehead. “That was...” You close your eyes and lay your head back against the seat of the couch. “That was fucking amazing.” Eddie gently pulls out of you, and you wince as he helps you set your legs back down, the muscle ache already seeping into your thighs. 

“Yeah,” he says. His lips form a Chesire cat smile, a few beads of sweat falling from his hairline. “I think that I would agree,” His bangs are stuck to his skin, and even though you’ve just had some of the best sex of your life, you can’t help but already want more. You start to sit up a bit as Eddie moves off of the couch to throw the condom away, and he grabs a small towel to hand to you before getting one for himself.  

“So,” He looks to you as he puts his softening cock back in his pants, pulling his belt back through the buckle. “About next time...?” You ask. He lets out a small laugh as he throws your towel into the corner of the room.  

“What about it?” He has a coy smile on his face, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Will there really be one? Or was that just dirty talk?”  

He considers this for a moment, looking you up and down as you smooth your skirt back into place before nodding. “Yeah, there’ll be a next time. How about you give me your number, and I’ll take you out to dinner sometime?” Your brows flick up in surprise, not thinking he would offer a date. 

“Do you offer that to all of the girls you fuck after shows or just me?” You’re almost genuinely curious. Eddie shakes his head, his lips downturned slightly.  

“No, just you. I don’t really make a habit of this, if I’m being honest,” He confesses. You’re genuinely shocked by that. Not only is he insanely talented both on stage and in bed, he’s also one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever had the privilege of laying your eyes on.  

“What’s so different about me, then?” Now you are really curious. Eddie shrugs. 

“Well, Y/BFF/N has been talking you up ever since she told us all about you, so that helped. And Gareth seems to think you’re a pretty decent person...” He looks at you pointedly, “But what really sealed the deal was the look on your face from the stage. It was one of the best reactions to me that I think I've ever seen. You came here tonight, not thinking you’d really have a good time, and then you just let yourself get lost in it. It was... intriguing. More than that, really. It was kind of magical.” You cast your eyes downward, a blush creeping onto your face as you smile sweetly.  

“Oh,” You breathe, feeling prettier than you have in a long time. Eddie offers you a hand, and you take it as he helps you to your feet, not letting go as he opens the door for you. You start walking toward the doorway, but he stops you, pulling you back to him and walking you backward until your back hits the cool metal door. His free hand finds your face, pushing the hair away before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow.  

“How about Friday night? I’ll pick you up at 7,” He suggests as he pulls away, forehead resting on yours. You nod, heart thumping in your throat. 

“Yeah... It’s a date.” You open your eyes to see that beautiful boyish smile again, and he kisses you once more, just a gentle peck on the lips. 

“Okay, then,” And with that, he leads you back out to the living room. You blush wildly as people take notice, a couple of them whooping as you and Eddie sit back down on the couch, except now, he doesn’t let you sit at the other end, like before. He pulls you close, having your head rest against his shoulder as he slings his arm across the back of the couch.  

The rest of the night is spent talking and laughing with the band, Eddie deflecting every playful jab that comes your way about the activities in the back room. And when it comes time to leave, he kisses you again sweetly before you part ways. “I’ll see you Friday,” He promises. 

“Friday, yeah,” Your best friend starts tugging at your arm, but you don’t look away from him until you have to, giving a small wave as you start your way out of the venue. 

“Soooo,” Your best friend asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you make your way to the parking lot. “You reaaaally liked it then?” You laugh, hitting her on the arm playfully. But still, you nod, remembering the feelings, the sounds, the sensations.  

“Yeah, I really, really did.” You beam at her widely as she gives a whoop in excitement. You get into her car to go home, closing the door as you find your seat. As you buckle in your seatbelt, you hear your phone ding, and so you look to see a new number texting you, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you open the message.  

“Can’t stop thinking about you. Mind if we move our date up to tomorrow?” Your breath hitches in your throat as you type out your reply. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” 

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie the freak munson #eddie #stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie smut #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie smut #eddie fanfic #eddie x you

[corpsebasil]

HC’s for Hunger Games Nikolai Au

GoodLordhessohandsomeoanasojsossiie

You won the games when you were fifteen. Whaaaaat a player, too. When it was down to the final two you, wielding the skills taught to you at illegal training academies, easily dispatched your opponent and earned the crown. Nikolai, your mentor, had been there to comfort you when the reality of the games began to catch up to you.

Wait here—

^^me jumping into his arms after the games

“Nik.” Your voice is small when you sit up straight, legs slightly wobbly underneath you. Your mentor, Nikolai, has a frown on his face as he steps into the room. The Capitol has you shacked up in some sort of hospital; the hovercraft had taken you on a short ride after your extraction from the arena. “Nikolai, I���” You can only stare, eyes teary, a grief you don’t know how to convey tightening your chest.

“I know.” He murmurs, reaching your bedside in only a few short strides. You flinch at his touch, one foot still in the arena, but soon he’s found himself wrapped up in you. He doesn’t speak when you tremble. Just rubs your back, feeling your arms tighten around his waist like snakes. “That’s it. I’ve got you now, yeah?”

You sniffle at the soothing notes of his voice, so different from the screams that had haunted the arena. So much death. When you finally pull away to look up at him you’re slightly surprised to find his own blue eyes a bit teary. You force a weak smile.

“How bad do I look?” You joke, your words unsteady. Nikolai stares in silence for so long your heart begins to pound.

He reaches out carefully, one hand resting against the side of your dirty face. His clean thumb smooths a line through the grime and blood on your cheek, revealing the skin beneath. Your gaze tracks the lone tear that escapes his eye before he blinks quickly, nodding at you and backing up.

“Good to see you can take my advice.” He jokes, raising his brows in reference to your track record of not doing that at all in the arena.

“I won, didn’t I?” You scoff, but something about the way he’d looked at you, something about the fact way he’d been so gentle, had pulled at your heart.

“Don’t get cocky.” His grin is a slash of white. “Everyone is the Capitol is already singing your praises to high Heavens. I honestly think every single citizen had hearts in their eyes when you won.”

“Great.” You say drily. “Just what I wanted.”

The two of you share a fast smile before he nods to the door.

“Let’s go. I’d like to talk to your stylist for a minute before the interviews.”

——

Ummm more HC’s….

We’ll talk more about Coen, another OC of mine, in later HG series posts. But just know that basically he was tribute that you mentored with Nikolai when you were seventeen and he died. Yeah. RIP Coen you beautiful S.O.B. you were liked while you were here.

So you don’t get with Nikolai until you’re like. Twenty. Sorry but I don’t see you guys getting together sooner than that it just doesn’t make sense for the both of you.

So one day you’re at home in Victor’s Village for District Two. Your house, being farther from most of the others, ends up becoming Nikolai’s pretty much second home. You spend all your time together; you share your meals, even share your bed with him. Nothing happens in that bed, obviously, even if you’ve begun to look at him differently lately.

Let’s be so for real you never looked at him as just a friend throughout the entire time you’ve known him but the line just wasn’t crossed okay?

But the two of you had been sharing some wine and acting stupid, dancing around your kitchen as you played music on the stereo. When you both stopped, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, the two of you laughed for a second before you were looking up, your nose brushing the side of his when your turn your head.

You both freeze a bit, neither pulling very far apart as you get a good look at one another.

His blue eyes focus on yours for a moment before he’s dragging his gaze slowly down to your mouth, his hands on your waist tightening. You cant help it, honestly! Blame the wine okay! But suddenly you’re pulling him closer and somehow you’ve ended up on top of the kitchen counter and he’s kissing you deeper and deeper.

^ me and him

#nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #the hunger games #the hunger games Au #catching fire #katniss everdeen

[skayafair]

Part 40

Ok so I've slept on it and have a few thoughts now.

First, I'm glad HG decided to tone down the emotional intensity of drama and tragedy - I thought it's gonna be difficult to listen to the finale after some s3 episodes, but s4 was mostly ok and the finale turned out to be lots of fun! I was smiling widely for the most of it. It even made me somewhat like Kayne! A little bit but still!

Second, we didn't "see" Noel die - great, he lives until proven otherwise. Arthur survived a similar injury, people in this universe are surprisingly durable. Noel lasted this long with a neck injury and didn't die - if Kayne didn't yeet him to some wilderness or worse, he'll live. Possible to pol up later.

Third, I thought Arthur was robbed of all his newfound allies, but I was wrong. Daniel and Marie are still in the picture, so Arthur has human "anchors", he's not alone anymore.

Who Arthur WAS robbed of, are allies who can go with him. Oscar is in the hospital and is abandoned in general, Noel... who knows where, and the surprising newcomer in Butcher's face is obliterated. It reminds me of how a lot of official "uncanon" spin-offs of different show return to status quo in the end of he series because they need to keep the cast the same and otherwise the whole outline of the show may change a lot. I'm not sure if that's the case with Malevolent since... yeah, we had a full season of a wider range of characters, but they were concentrated in the same location, which was convenient. How would this work in other cases? Plus, Arthur and John wete going on a vacation trip without anyone else anyway. Also, damn you Kayne for ruining this! They deserve the vacation!

So all in all we're back to where we started, more or less. It was a neat wrap up of the season, together with the location, new characters, some side quests and even a few answers (wild, I know).

For instance, now we know Yellow actually WAS the King in person. Seems like John is rather a big piece of him if Arthur didn't even notice any difference in the entity at first. I kinda liked my idea that Yellow might have been Kayne's creation completely, a simulacrum just for funsies, because Kayne's idea of fun is cruel. So there would have been Arthur suffering from loss of his dear friend and dealing with this ye olde version if him, John suffering either in Dreamlands or in the Dark World, and Yellow, suffering from all the confusion regarding his identity. Imagine how painful it is after all the efforts to remember, to be what you think you were, just to find out that you never were in the first place. All the "I AM THE KING" gone sour and groundless. That might have broken a newborn consciousness of Yellow, his adopted identity. But he also could have explored it and become something new altogether. Man I'd like to read a fic like that.

But he's the KiY, which is why not, too. He has some new info to work with. New lasting impressions to process. I bet those little adventures in the human world and time with Arthur, time with Larson, short and heated but still... connected argument with John won't go without a trace. Damn I wanted them to talk properly SO BAD and now we're unlikely to get it, ever 😭 But at least there was John, clearly uneasy with the idea of killing Yellow. I don't think it's just his concern about himself vanishing as well. He souned rather sympathetic towards Yellow when they talked about him with Arthur. This warms my heart.

Right. There are 3 things related to this.

John's attitude towards Yellow and the King (Yellow still has amnesia so I can't consider him the King, the personas are different) in pt 40, towards the complete separation from them reminded me of going full no contact with abusive/toxic family. It's hard, and one would often wonder if they survive on their own. Arthur having faith in him didn't ensure anything but helped, I think.

The King and John are fully separated now, so John must be safe-er (if Kayne didn't lie) and his journey is more his now. It isn't even remotely perfect since he's still stuck with Arthur but it's still good news. And I believe they don't have to worry about the King anymore. If he regains his memories, he'll know John is of no use to him anymore, and there's no use to try and hunt these two down since they'll win SOMEHOW eventually, anyway. They have powerful patrons. *wink wink*

Maybe some time later, like, muuuuch later, they will be able to talk properly. Like equals. To exchange experience, impressions. The King values art and knowledge, and so does John. I believe his curiosity is an inherent trait they both share. C'mon. The King is too possessive to let such a chance go. GIMME THEIR CONVERSATIONS I NEED THESE

Also, I'm concerned about Larson. Sure he's half-dead (seriously, 3 gunshot wounds in the body - stomach and back, - strangulation, eye snatching, and he's STILL alive, can he just roll over and die please? As a treat?), but physical form has never been his forte anyway. He successfully brainwashed Yellow and tried to do the same to John (ahaha that was a funny attempt, well, would have been, be John not losing himself at the moment, but the outcome was still pretty much predictable and laughable), his power is in his mind. His words are poison, and he can still speak. I am NOT ok with that. With what he can do to Yellow/the King. What if he talks him into something terrible again. Leave my bby be ffs, Yellow deserves some peace and quiet of his home in Dreamlands. Seriously, Larson is terrible to children and I've said it multiple times that Yellow really reminds me of a rebellious teenager.

Next, I've missed the first 5 minutes or so, so I don't know if it's relevant, but CAN SOMEONE PLEASE explain to me like I'm 5 what was up with the Butcher? It was the most out of blue twist ever. Why did he agree to help? Why did he go against Larson when he was so persistent before? I understand maybe admitting defeat and a respect towards Arthur and Noel who caught him, but helping? Was he promised to be set free of smth? I'll relisten fron the very beginning but uh will it really clear thus up?..

Also. When I said "some answers", it was really just a few. We still have no idea what's up with the 3 soldiers, that woman in the woods, the stone. Is Kayne going to show something about that?

And do we just leave the ultimate purpose, the separation device, sitting in that underground place, just like that?

And I did NOT like how defeated, lifeless Arthur sounded when he agreed to go with Kayne. What's the big deal?? He KNEW John was hiding something, knew it was important, could deduce there was some lie due to Johns intense interest in white lies topic, and it wouldn't have been a stretch to assume John really DOESN'T LIKE lying to him if it can be helped and wouldn't harm them (intentionally). Which, it couldn't. All this, prior to Kayne's appearance. All that conversation did was fill in the blanks. Now Arthur has a clear picture. John didn't say anything that could put a blame on himself. If anything, his actions and behavior make so much more sense now. Arthur is WELL aware about the fact that being left alone in the Dark World is John's WORST fear that came true and lasted. It was one thing to end up there the 1st time. Terrible, traumatizing, but how much WORSE it is to be thrown there again after John learned what it's like to NOT be alone, to be himself? To have hope? Just to lose it all. He called to Kayne only after a long time, when there was nothing to hope fore anymore and he could stand it any longer. Did he hope for Arthur to find him? Even if just a little? Just for that to never happen? And then Arthur's words in the mines, about "let's find each other there". Damn, my heart 💔

I understand Arthur may be somewhat shoked and there was no time to process, but if he's gonna be bitching up bout ANY of that, I'll be angry.

It just. It's the only explanation I can find for why he sounded so... like he gave up. Like the backbone he was relying on betrayed him. When none of that actually happened.

#malevolent podcast #masked #malevolent spoilers #malevolent part 40 #john doe malevolent #yellow malevolent #the king in yellow malevolent #malevolent

[bullet-prooflove]

Sugar & Spice: Sonny Quinn x Reader

Tagging: @totalstitchlover19 @switchbladeclub @kind-wolf @@mariashane @floydsglasses firecountryqueen666 @caffeinatedwoman @kmc1989 @sca3a @jeysbae @hufflepuffgirl @hgs-11 @meera10

Before you, Sonny would get fucked up after his deployments. He’d come home to an empty apartment, drink until he couldn’t see, pass out on the couch. Then he’d wake up the next day with a raging hangover and do the same thing all over again.

That’s how he handled his downtime.

Now though, now things are different.

The first place he hits is your bar. He leaves his bags heaped in the truck before he comes in, makes a scene and it’s always a scene, Sonny makes sure of it.

He knows that fellas come sniffing around you when he’s gone. You’ve never told him that but you don’t have to. He sees the way that some of your regulars look at you, you’re pretty, compassionate and if he’s honest, a little bit of a bitch. It’s the reason why he was attracted to you in the first place.

Sugar and spice is what he  calls you because you’re sweet as peaches and cream until you get a bee in your bonnet and Sonny, he knows all the right buttons to push in order to make you a little crazy.

When he enters the bar, he sweeps you off your feet literally. There is nothing like the sensation of having you in his arms again, of being able to touch you, hold you. When he kisses you, it’s with a passion that floods through his entire system. He doesn’t give a shit that the two of you are in public, he just wants his girl to know exactly how much he’s missed her.

He spends the rest of the night behind the bar, laughing with you, flirting with you,  making his presence known because Sonny, he’s a territorial son of bitch. He wants everybody to know he’s back in your life.

That night when he takes you back to his place he takes his time undressing you, his lips chase over every single inch of you as he relearns the contours of your body. He spends all night inside you, loving you. He fucks you every which way he can think of, holding off his own release while you come all over his cock.

It’s only when he’s wrung every last ounce of ecstasy out of you that he relents. He lets go of that control, each thread snapping until he comes so fucking hard it feels like he’s being ripped apart by an IED. The rapture explodes through him, ripping through his synapses and shredding up his sanity as he spills his release deep inside of you.

This shit right here is why the neighbours hate the two of you.

When he eventually climbs under the sheets he’s sated, relaxed. He watches as you slip into one of his old band t-shirts, smiling as you join him in bed. His arms wrap around you, gathering you up close as your tuck your head underneath his chin.

“I missed you while you were gone.” You tell him, your fingertips lightly chasing over the ink that’s etched into his chest.

“I bet you had plenty of other boys chasing you around.” He teases, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Noone like you.” You whisper, your lips brushing over his. “There’s never been anyone like you.”

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[honesttoblogjuno]

Ok but mentor Wednesday and Tribute Enid!!!! 😭😭 this might be my twelve year old self coming back but….that seems like such a right fit for them. I have to say anything you write comes out marvelous. I love this little AU you created! It’s amazing how you come up with all these details in so little time! Truly! You ever wanted to write a hunger games AU your fans (and especially me wouldn’t mind one it) not me wondering how the dynamic between Wednesday and Enid would be if it was a mentor/tribute would go😂 love as always!

“My fans” omggg you flatter me fr 🫣😭

I’m so glad you like the little AU!! Thank you for reading!! I was about 12 when I was reading THG for the first time too, that series changed my biochemistry lol

For mentor!Wednesday and tribute!Enid AU, I of course see them falling in love (wenclair stan until I die), and Wednesday growing increasingly desperate to get sponsorships and do anything she can from outside the arena to keep her alive. But (and again, I am not closed to major character death in this type of AU! They realistically can’t both live unless it’s an interpretation like this!) I think Enid could hold her own in the arena. I could even see her using her charisma to romance a tribute for some element of protection just to kill him in the end, and Wednesday having to watch, not able to wrap her head around why she is quite so bothered by it all (lesbian denial, perhaps? Or “I have human emotions?” denial).

And maybe there is room for some coded communication meant just for the two of them via sponsor packages Wednesday sends her (and maybe bizarre items of extremely tactical use that only Wednesday would see the value in, but Enid knows her well enough to understand exactly how to use it). And I do think Enid getting her facial scars in the arena is a must in any HG AU, so the idea of Wednesday having to watch that from the sidelines (hearing an unassigned cannon after a violent struggle between her and the other tribute?) has strong potential.

If Enid wins her games, I love the idea of a little semi-happy ending where they live together in the victor’s village, and while they likely couldn’t be open about the nature of their relationship, the Capitol would spin it as best friends in a deadly duo or something equally marketable while low-key threatening their lives if anyone finds out. And then, every year, more hurt/no comfort as they have to train subsequent tributes together knowing it’s statistically unlikely that their district will have another winner after two consecutive victors for a long time. I imagine Enid would have wanted kids in this AU, and slowly loses her desire for that as each mentored tribute gets their shit rocked on live TV.

Hehe anyway, it has been really fun imagining them in this universe and picturing what an allegorical dystopian horror might look like for characters that are so firmly teen-mystery-comedy. Thanks to everyone who sent in asks about this prompt, and to the anon who suggested it in the first place!! 🫶

#honesttoblogjuno #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #wenclair fanfic #wenclair fanfiction #wenclair #wednesday addams #asks #wednesday hunger games au

[1heartsickfics]

OMG i would die if you wrote a fic for Katniss/Peeta i’ve been on such a big HG kick ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

not sure what you wanted lol but here’s a little ficlet.

TW: ptsd and depictions of vomit

Katniss could always tell when Peeta was having one of those days. Days when his mind played tricks on him and reminded him of all the horrible things that happened.

He’d been restless last night, tossing and turning, getting up a few times and pressing closer against her when he came back. She hadn’t said anything, but held him as he fell back into fitful sleep.

In the morning after making breakfast he’d frozen for a moment, eyes going hazy and unfocused as he gripped the back of his chair. Then it was over and he sat down. She’d given his hand a squeeze and flashed him a sad smile but hadn’t said anything. Sometimes talking about it made it worse.

“I gave you a locket on the beach that day, real or not real?” He asked suddenly.

Even years later, they still played this game to help him when he had the bad days. It helped Katniss to know where his mind was at, what it was showing him. The 2nd hunger games.

“Real,” she said, pulling said locket out from inside of her shirt so it laid on top for him to see.

He nodded, frowning thoughtfully. She waited for another question but he didn’t say anything else. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching across the table to rest her hand on his arm. He wouldn’t look at her.

“They took me away from you, real or not real?”

“Real,” Katniss answered quietly.

“I was supposed to protect you Katniss, I failed you,” he said shakily, finally meeting her eyes. She could see that he was moments away from crying, tears welling up in his eyes. “You did protect me. I’m the one who failed to protect you,” she shook her head, reaching forward to cup his face in her hands, wiping his now falling tears away with her thumb.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, starting to shake. He shook his head rapidly, eyes fluttering as he fell into a flashback. “Katniss!” He shouted, lost in the memory.

“It’s not real Peeta, you’re having a flashback. Just focus on my voice,” she got up out of her chair and moved to stand next to his chair, wrapping her arms around him as he shook.

“No! No you can’t take me! You can’t-“ he thrashed in her arms, cutting himself off with a sob and a cry of pain.

“You’re safe my love, I’ve got you. That’s all over now,” Katniss continued, tightening her arms as he fought against her. After a moment he went limp, head lolling back against her.

“Katniss… no, where’s Katniss?” He mumbled, limbs jerking against the restraints in his mind. “I’m right here Peeta, just come back to me now,” Katniss said softly, loosening her grip on him to run her fingers through his hair. It always calmed him down and helped to ground him in reality.

He gasped, going stiff for a moment before his eyes flew open. His dazed eyes darted around the room, filled with panic, before the settled on Katniss, who was now crouched in front of him. She placed her hands on his thighs, proving to him that she was real.

“Katniss, I-“ he broke off, suddenly pitching to one side to vomit onto their kitchen floor. “Oh Peeta," Katniss sighed in sympathy, rubbing a hand up and down his back as he was sick.

"M'sorry," Peeta mumbled, turning fully to the side and hunching forward even more to put his head between his knees.

"Hush," Katniss waved off his apology. "Are you back with me?" she asked.

Peeta didn't say anything, but nodded from his slumped position.

"You know where we are?" she pressed, wanting to make sure.

"Home,"

"Good. Are you going to pass out?" she asked.

"Don't think so," he shook his head.

Katniss stood from her crouched position and grabbed the chair she'd been sitting in before Peeta's episode to pull it closer to his. She wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him up straight so he was leaned back on the chair. His face was pale, eyes glassy, tear stains running down his cheeks. She reached forward and wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her shirt.

"That was a bad one huh?" she asked quietly.

"It felt so real..." he nodded.

"I know, but that's all over now I promise. We're here, together, and we're safe," she reassured him, knowing that he needed to hear her say it.

"Thank you," he said, forcing a smile. He sounded exhausted, like even the effort of saying those two words was almost too much. He hadn't had one of these episodes in a long time. Certainly not one this bad. It made sense that it had taken so much out of him.

"Let's go lay down," Katniss said, standing up and holding her hands out to help him up. He grabbed them, letting her pull him up and to their bedroom. They crawled back into bed, even though they'd only been up for a couple of hours. Peeta laid his head on her chest, her arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight. He felt safe again.

"You love me, real or not real?" he whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"A million times real,"

#hunger games #katniss and peeta #hurt/comfort #ptsd #tw: vomit #vomit trigger warning #tw: ptsd #mockingjay #catching fire

[argumentalist]

The grandaddy Gundam, and the grandaddy of all Real Grade kits...

I really enjoyed the RG Zaku II I built, so I had to get another Real Grade kit. And I figured I ought to start from the very beginning, with RG01, so I could see how the line has evolved.

Imagine my surprise when Bandai announced a 2.0 version of this kit. Now I'm eagerly waiting to get my hands on that one so I can compare the builds.

Once again, my mind was blown by the Advanced MS Joint runner. I just don't understand this thing. I can't wrap my head around the engineering needed to produce movable joints on a single runner like this.

But I also don't really understand the point... It's got to be expensive and time-consuming to make something like that. Wouldn't it be easier to just build a normal inner-frame?

I absolutely love the detail in this RG kit. Five tiny pieces to assemble a bit of ankle armor that'd be just one or two pieces in an HG kit.

Unfortunately that detail leads to increase complexity and some unfortunate compromises. This ankle armor, for example, makes the heel very weak. It's hard to get a good, solid pose out of the feet.

I thought I'd lost a piece for good.

I was putting this tiny little almost-invisible bit of grey plastic into the leg, slipped, and it just vanished. One moment it was there, the next it was gone.

I never heard it hit anything or land anywhere. I spent about an hour crawling around under my desk... But the plastic is the same color as my carpet. I thought for sue it was gone for good.

I ran the robovac overnight in a vague hope that it might find the piece... And it did! The next morning I emptied out the dustbin and there it was.

I need to work on my building and detailing process...

I like to do the panel-lining during the build. I find it easier to do before everything is completely assembled. But I later discovered that some of the decals were supposed to go over areas I'd panel-lined already.

Maybe I need to do decals during assembly too?

The detail, again, is just fantastic. I'm kind of stunned at what they can cram into this tiny little 1/144 scale model. So many different shades of color, tiny little bits of plastic, gimmicks. Little opening hatches and moving pieces of armor. Amazing.

There's even a tiny little transforming core fighter. It can fold up and go into the Gundam's torso - just like in the anime.

While I did build and fully detail the core fighter, I decided not to actually use it in the model. You lose a little bit of flexibility if you use the core fighter instead of the MS Joint part.

I thought it'd be a shame to use the included sticker-style decals on such an intricate model, so I grabbed some waterslide decals. These aren't anything special - just the official Bandai waterslides for the kit.

They're basically a duplicate of the sticker-style decals that are in the box. This means that everything is accurate... But you also get some weird, boring, flat versions of the metallic stickers from the box. I'm really not sure why you'd use those for anything.

And, of course, once the decals were done I had to topcoat the whole thing. I did a couple very light passes with the Mr. Hobby matte topcoat and I think it turned out well. Things still softened and blurred maybe a little more than I wanted them to... But the end result wasn't horrible.

Once again, I thoroughly enjoyed this build. I love the level of detail and complexity in the Real Grade line. It's absolutely fantastic.

Unfortunately the kit is a little soft and fragile once it's built. It's not falling apart on my desk... But it didn't like being handled much. I kept losing thruster bells off the backpack when I tried to pose it.

I'm eager to see what the 2.0 is like. How detailed it is. What they do (or don't do) with that MS Joint runner. How it'll compare to this grandaddy of grandaddies.

#plamo #gunpla #gundam #rx-78-2 #amuro ray

[morpeko]

discussion of the 5th anniversary leaks under the cut

on the one hand i think it's absolutely insane to make Theresa playable, like it's not something that ever even crossed my mind as an actual option and i cannot believe it's happening before playable Talulah, on the other hand as someone who has adored Theresa since she first appeared in story in CN and who is still in disbelief that we've gotten so much more story content of her im kinda like. ready to explode from excitement abt this!!!!!!

it does seem like it won't really be Theresa anyway, since we know that the Theresa who is with Theresis isn't fully the original Theresa, like the grabbed her soul out of the Sarkaz collective consciousness the best they could but if her playable version is rly called Civlight Eterna it seems she'll be more the manifestation of the past king of Sarkaz collectively just choosing to look like the last host. which i think has incredibly interesting lore implications and could actually be quite fun

also with Chapter 15 having this big limited banner and being the 5th anniversary event it looks like this might be wrapping up the Victoria arc! so that's pretty exciting, for everyone who has both enjoyed it and not. I'll be curious to see where the main story goes next, if they continue it past this.

and Amiya's new class design looks soooooo good it's so pretty, idk if we know what class she's gonna be? either way im excited for all that too, and playable Logos. overall i think my personal excitement is outweighing any reservations i have altogether and i honestly do trust HG to do this story and characters justice ultimately. if chapter 15 is even half as good as chapter 8 things will be fine

#★ #arknights #arknights cn spoilers

[sejjiplinth]

hashtag floraltide’s tbosas/hg fic masterlist

come home to my heart | 3/4 chapters

— sejanus/marcus

— currently 46k+

— canon divergence. sejanus never leaves two, and at 18, has to withstand the bone-crushing guilt of marcus volunteering for him at the reaping of the 10th hunger games, even when he comes home. paramedic-in-training!sejanus + victor!marcus = slow burn and heavy angst :-))) and a small (huge) amount of pining maybe idk idk!

hide you in my treasure chest | oneshot

— sejanus/marcus

— 14k+

— canon divergence. sejanus finds marcus shortly after he’s been tortured and takes him home before the capitol does the unthinkable. (attempted) medic sejanus and stubborn marcus, it’s a match made in heaven.

pick in the ice | oneshot

— sejanus/marcus

— 1k+

— canon compliant. big mix of psychological horror and angst. marcus (nightmare edition) is not there to make sejanus feel any better about his death.

same soul | oneshot

— sejanus/marcus

— 1k+

— canon compliant. sejanus hallucinates (or is he) a ghost marcus before he’s sent off to his own execution.

sun bleached | oneshot

— sejanus/marcus

— 9k+

— canon divergence. marcus actually speaks to sejanus leading up to the arena bombing, their relationship ends with the same fate.

white lily | oneshot

— clemensia/lysistrata

— 1k+

— canon compliant. lysistrata visits clemensia after hearing she’d been in an accident, only to find her with scales and yellow eyes in her hospital bed.

two slow dancers | oneshot

— sejanus/coriolanus

— 2k+

— pre-canon. follows coriolanus through an academy party, ending in him slow dancing with that rich boy from district two that he HATES!!!!!!!! (sejanus ❤️)

wisp of color | oneshot

— coral/lucy gray

— 600+

— missing scene. coral compliments lucy gray when the sky darkens above the zoo, and tosses a pack of crackers into her lap as a parting gift.

withered lines | oneshot

— sejanus/coriolanus (but more of a sejanus character study)

— 3k+

— canon compliant. sejanus and coriolanus’s relationship over the years through sejanus’s eyes.

did you see the flares? | oneshot

— clove/katniss

— 4k+

— canon divergence. after the trackerjacker nest falls, katniss gets wrapped up in an alliance with no other than the girl that never misses, clove.

that’s all i have for now until i go off the rails again. thank you all for supporting my work 😭<3

#dividers by cafekitsune #surely you can’t guess what my favorite ship is #i saw other mutuals doing this and had to make one myself DJJDF i’m a little bored #fic masterlist #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #sejarcus #snowjanus #coralbaird #vickercote #clovniss #i need to write more for the trilogy actually #we will see

[hederasgarden]

A Firm Touch

Summary: Bob’s a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first but sometimes you want a firmer touch.

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x F!Reader

W/C:

Rating: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral sex, deep throating, overstimulation, use of restraints and a sex toy. 

A/N: All the new photos of Lewis have made me feral and put me back on my Bob bullshit.@writercole and @antiquitea are to blame for this filth. Thank you @therebeccaw for beta'ing. The taglist is gone,please follow @hg-library.

Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Masterlist

Bob has you on your back tonight, wearing the sheer little nightie you bought special for last Valentine's Day. Your wrists are restrained by thin, leather straps that give you some range of motion but not enough to touch Bob or yourself. He’s standing above you, bright blue eyes thick with lust. Your head hangs off the side of the bed. He watches you for a beat, trailing the back of his hand over the swell of your cheek. Your eyes flutter and you open your mouth. 

He fucks your throat slow and deep, pausing every so often to admire the shape of his cock in your throat and how much of him you can take. His little groans have your cunt twitching around nothing, while the remote-controlled vibe that’s nestled against your clit keeps humming away at an intensity that’s a touch too low to give you what you actually need to come. When you roll your hips, whining and seeking more, the toy falls silent. Bob pushes deeper into your throat, his torso blocking out your line of sight. He gives your nipples a warning slap, the action sending a sharp jolt to your stomach.

You fall still at the silent reprimand, tongue slipping out to caress his cock in apology. He inhales sharply at the sight and the toy jumps to life a second later. You close your eyes and focus on his pleasure, careful not to shift your hips or be too greedy. Bob is a giving lover, always putting your pleasure first so it’s a special treat when he’s in this kind of mood. It tickles that baser, more primal part of your brain that craves submission.  

“That’s good,” Bob praises, pulling free and allowing you to take a breath that turns into a gasp when the vibe intensifies. 

Your fingers curl into fists and you lift the lower half of your body, moaning as the toy scratches that itch just right. Your sounds of pleasure are cut off when he pushes the thick head of his cock past your lips to block your airway once more. Again, the pulsing motion dies down as Bob fucks your throat. Your skin is warm and tingly. The desire for something more between your legs almost makes you squirm but you hold still, muscles bunched tightly. 

Bob curses and speeds up. “I’m gonna come,” he groans. “You gonna swallow it all for me?”

You hum in agreement, readying yourself for what he’s going to give you.

“God, yes,” he hisses. 

When he comes, you hear the click of the remote in his hands and the toy nestled against your clit buzzes at max intensity. Bob drops the slim black controller beside you on the bed and wraps his hands around your neck to drive himself even deeper. You groan around his cock, coming in quick, almost painful waves while his hot cum floods your belly.

You don’t even care that you can’t breathe at this point. Your whole body locks up in pleasure and your arms strain against the leather straps that keep your wrists pinned. Bob doesn’t slow down, softly-muttered words of praise slipping between his clenched jaw. From past experience you know he loves how your throat keeps trying to swallow him down while you’re both coming.

It’s this moment that always gets you. The way Bob can be in complete control up until the second he’s about to come and then he’s just as lost as you. You want it to stop. You never want it to stop. You think you could die happy like this with all your nerves on fire and the taste and smell of him all around you. Tonight you’re not the only one who ends up a little overstimulated…

Okay thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

#robert floyd x reader #bob x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x female reader #robert bob floyd x female reader #bob x you #robert floyd x you #robert floyd #robert bob floyd fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction

[theblogtini]

I actually don’t think Kate will do anything to acknowledge whatever her illness is in the near future. She obviously advocates for pre- and post-natal mental health, but iirc she has only ever once publicly mentioned having hyperemesis (in the happy mum happy baby podcast).

I guess it depends on what it actually is, but if she’ll ever do it I see it being years away tbh. And if it’s something that will affect her longterm she’d need the time to come to terms with it herself before anything else.

Agree that if she does do it, it might not be for a WHILE. Especially, as you said, if it's something that she needs to work through, wrap her head around, etc.

But if it's something she feels comfortable disclosing - even just acknowledging what it was IS the awareness. We knew she had HG. It made women more aware of the condition and they were able to advocate for themselves without ever needing Kate to do a speech about it. I've had multiple friends be diagnosed with HG and they have explicitly said that it's because they knew Kate had it and when they started realizing their "morning sickness" might be something more they looked it up and then brought it up to their doctors proactively.

So does she need to give a speech or connect with an organization or anything like that - absolutely not.

But IF she feels like saying what the diagnosis was - that right there is probably more than enough awareness.

[lacunafiction]

Progress Update: 9 August  2022

I hope you’re doing well! Hello to new and old readers. 💚

I somewhat recently shared the news about Book One being finished and submitted to Hosted Games. 🥳 You can find the submission news and a link to the overhauled demo: HERE.

Seeing your enthusiasm and excitement about returning to Fernweh means so much to me! I’m going to address some asks I’ve been getting so that you all might see the answers. :D 

>Any news about a release date? When can I get my hands on TFS: Book One? 

One anon just sent in: ‘*grabby hands*’, which is relatable. I’m like that too! Hosted Games has a queue for their publications with tentative release dates. I will be sure to let you all know when I hear where TFS: Book One might fall on this list after HG staff approve it and slate it for a date. 

>What platforms will your book be on? I’m hoping for a Steam release! 

Same! :D I’d like to reach PC players. Steam release is at the discretion of COG, so it’s not something I can politely request, though I do hope for it. Based on what I have seen in the past, I strongly feel that TFS: Book One will be out on Steam given its length (600,000 words in total) and the overall plot of the story, but we will have to keep our fingers crossed about it.

It should be available on the: COG website, iTunes App Store, Google Play Store, Amazon Appstore for Android, and possibly Steam.

> Book Two demo when? 👀

Lol, I’m 95% sure you’re kidding with me. XD There will be a Book Two demo, but I can tease and say it will be very spoilery as soon as you start the first page… I’ll need to wait for Book One to release so both new and old readers have some time to find and read it. It may depend on how far I am with my outline to try and stagger content for you to enjoy during Book Two’s wait.

- - -

> Here is what I have been working on: 

- I have been working on finalizing some assets for Book One! I’m not sure how curious some of you might be about the process, but there are things beyond the chapters required by COG. 

- I tend to think of it in three parts: the game files, the textual assets, and then the art assets. I might get more into these in future updates, since I don’t want to ramble too much in this one. 

- The short and sweet news is that the parts are done; the tag lines, synopsis, tags, logo, etc. 

- - -

> Here is what I will be working on:

- Book Two, my beloved! 🥰 

- I have already started the base coding for the second book. I’m working on wrapping up the different levels of recaps since some players might want something condensed, while others may want a more detailed experience. (Eventually, you all should be able to import your Returning Visitor from Book One.) I will move forward with filling my outline; I’m thrilled to continue writing.

Thank you all for your support and patience with me! 💚

#interactive fiction #fernweh saga #weekly updates #(it's a progress update; not a weekly one. I post them whenever but that is my old tag; etc.) #who do queue think you are? #yes... yes i did change the picture for this because i found a pretty one with stars. Snakey is still canonically ebony though.XD