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deathbyoctopi · 1 year

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making a rec list so I don’t forget

It’s more or less a year since I got started in the Chinese series, and I want to share Opinions with y’all!! 😁😁

I’ll place them more or less in preference order, with tiers and whatnot, so of COURSE we have to start with:

GOD TIER (aka. The absolute best)

The Untamed. Amazing. Can’t say much without rambling for six hours, so I’ll just say this was a wonderfully addictive thing to discover. Saw the series and donghua, read the manhua and the books, got me hearing some bits of the audiobook too and I’m going insane with the fanfics and fanart. Dead evil overlord resuscitates and meets childhood classmate, they solve mysteries and go on adventures together, which both isn’t and is an euphemism.

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DEMI-GOD TIER (because there’s really only one untamed):

Heaven Official’s Blessing. Going with the books here, bc the gods immortal know when (If!) we’re getting a series of that one. But the story is interesting, the characters very likable, the main ship is downright adorable... And what little donghua we’ve got so far was delightful (praying for that one not to be discontinued, plzzz). Twink God with the worst luck imaginable meets piss-your-pants-scary Ghost King and they go on adventures together. Still an euphemism.

The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Another book/manhua rec, bc I’m looking just as forward to get the series, and who knows... This one has a base concept that comes straight from fanfic dreamland!!! In the best way possible, too! Reccomending this having read only 2 books so far, but it feels warranted. Evil overlord goes back in time to his youth and decides not to repeat the mistakes of his first life. The mistakes follow him, tho. Also, he’s so horny for his shizun, who he Hates™ very much.

Word of honor. A series so bent on showing everything they can of the main characters relationship without showing it that it may have changed the gears in censorship ^^U I found the story a bit confusing, with a myriad sects and intrigues, but the character dynamics are so fascinating!!! (Speaking only for the series, haven’t read the book). Angsty repentant master spy with a Mysterious Past wants to go die in peace, but handsome leech with a Mysterious Past says otherwise.

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MUST TIER (Very recommendable! I’d force-feed all those to you if I knew where you live)

Blood of youth. A series (maybe a book and manhua, idk) about a dumbass young hero that wants to prove himself in the martial art world, a mysterious youth obsessed with money and a handsome (and also mysterious) monk with almost godlike powers entangled in a conspiracy that reaches deep in the Imperial palace... Engaging story and characters, particularly the supporting roles, because even though they’re not the focus, they’re memorable enough to feel relevant.

Scum Villain Self-Saving System. Books (NEVER mind the very short, strangely paced digital art donghua) about a man transmigrated to the martial art world from a trash webnovel he loves to complain about. He’s the villain there, and doesn’t want to be for the life of him precisely because it will kill him unless he can get in the main character’s good graces. And he does that. All too well XD

Sleuth of the Ming dynasty. A series (is there a book? I’d like to read it) about an official of the Imperial Government who solves cases. No world-breaking powers, no flying swords, just very real crime and clues and palace intrigues (the Imperial family are recurring characters). The main two characters are an absolute delight: the Detective, who is brilliant and socially clumsy, and nevertheless manages to leech off the Soldier to the point that gets in his house and manages to get a lifelong loyalty out of him.

Thousand autumns. There’s a donghua, which is as weird and uncanny as the svsss one, but since the books got recently translated I’m going more with those. Handsome Horrible Man Extraordinaire harasses, gaslights, bullies and almost kidnaps Pretty-Faced Frail Twink, and they end up invariably together. I can barely remember the story, something something Book Of Martial Arts Awesomeness that everyone and their mother wants, but that’s irrelevant. The story is worth it just because of those two idiots.

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OK TIER (Recommend if you’re bored and want something entertaining, but not life-changing)

Birth of the drama king. A half-serious, half-silly series about two warring sects that sic spies on each other. One might be too successful, almost getting attached to the other sect’s leader, because (presumably) they are long-lost brothers. The story is decent, but an absolute point on its favour is the (very handsome, if only a bit lackluster) role of Song Jiyang as doctor Yan. And the fact that he’s so serious, while being the Universe’s punchbag. Seriously, he gets hilariously abused in almost every episode. Love it.

Till the end of the moon. A long, epic battle between good an evil with a romance so strong that can (well, ought to) defy destiny and the will of the gods. If it wasn’t for all the miscommunication!!!! >:3 This one was very difficult for me to place in this list, because what is good about this series is marvelous, and what is bad (boring or frustrating) is almost painful to sit through. Of the latter, the aforementioned lack of talking skills of these two endlessly suffering dumbasses and the epic battles, which do nothing for me, though might be great for other people. And the good things... if the whole series had been like the first ten or so episodes, this would be now in the demi-god tier. The premise!!! The execution!!!! The acting!!!!! Give me the whole early stage of Tantai Jin and Ye Xiwu’s marriage, up to that new year, and nothing else!!! After that, it’s a slow but sure decline.

Stick to the script. An extremely self-aware comedy sketch show with the transmigration premise and an almost surreal beat. The main point is of course Wang Haoxuan, but it also has good puns, quick humor and at least a couple scenes so absurd I had to laugh out loud. But the episodes are so short!!! I found that very distracting, they last only 2-3 minutes each. I enjoyed it MUCH MORE finding a compilation on youtube. It lasts 2 hours in total, so it’s very manageable like that :)

Be my cat. Another series with an absurd premise, and amusingly self-aware, but sweet and occasionally fun enough to be worth a watch. The plot is about a girl who receives from her cultivator brother (who’s gone missing) a sphere with a yao cat, that escapes and possesses the dying body of a young general. The resulting human-shaped cat forms a reluctant bond with her, and she enlists his help to find her brother and the other three lost animal spheres, with their respective yao that wreck havoc.

Dance of the phoenix. A series about a young cultivator girl whose powers and memories are stolen, so she has to fend for herself while attracting an alarming number of suitors, old rivals and admirers. The plot is serviceable at best, and the characters not very interesting... but the effects are quite good, and damn my weakness, it has Wang Haoxuan too!! The ending was mightily confusing, tho. I have no idea what that was about.

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PASS TIER (Watching that wasn’t technically a mistake, but... ugh)

Immortal Samsara. Yess, it’s well-made and well-acted, but the story is soooo slow!!! And soooooo boring!!!!! The character’s actions don’t make sense more often than not, she subtleties of their behaviour clashes with some very drastic and unreasonable course of action, the lack of communication in this one is downright painful to behold... Only the second third gets a bit interesting, the stakes are higher and the characters finally less stiff and more enjoyable, but bloody hell... It’s not worth it, not at all.

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hoshigray · 20 days

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HOSHII MY LOVE this is gonna be my first ever request to you 😕 i usually refrain bc i get shy but im so touch deprived rn i NEED YOU TO (only if u want to no pressure pookie) MAKE A LIL MAKEOUT DRABBLE with literally any character plsplspls its carnal atp i love u

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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the way i wanted to make this a multi-post, but i've been thinkng this exact scenario w/ toji for the past week, it needs to get out of my head!! i appreciate you entrusting you're first req w/ me awwww ;w;

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! reader - suggestive content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - dry humping/grinding - thigh riding - fluff yet...suggestive - grinding - thigh riding - fingering (f! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - Toji and you being touch starved - implied reader is toji's partner who looks after Tsumiki and Megumi (yes, I'm feeling soft, shut up) - mention of spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

After swaddling Megumi to sleep, you slowly put him in his cradle. The year-old baby snores silently as he leaves your arms’ warmth and lies in the comforting chill of the sheets. You then move silently to tuck in Tsumiki, the toddler sleeping in her tiny bed. You kiss her forehead gently, making her smile unconsciously. After saying a hushed goodnight, you close the door.

The plan was to stay until the kids fell asleep, stopping by your boyfriend's place for a night since it's been a little while since you last saw each other. Work’s been keeping you away for a minute, and stopping by at his apartment was needed to happen before you crash out from stress. And seeing the little ones’ faces was the cherry on top, their wholesome beaming faces instantly fueling your social battery.

After silently walking out of the hall, you enter the living room, where your boyfriend stands by the chair with your bag. You smile pleasantly, teetering your way to him. And he, Toji, smirks at you, straightening a bit when you’re close enough. “Gotta go,” you say with a whisper. “Better catch some sleep before heading back to the office tomorrow. Megumi should be out till morning, so you should sleep easy tonight.”

“Thank Christ,” he makes you giggle, hushed not to wake the children.

The silence pushes you to look at him, your heart skipping at his forest green orbs already latched onto your frame. You cough faintly before grabbing for your purse. “Need anything before I go?”

A hand grabs your wrist to pull, and Toji impersonates thinking to himself while his hands snake to your waist to draw you closer. You roll your eyes – knowing what game he’s playing – but the smile on your face doesn’t falter. He then says, “Mmm, only one thing comes to mind.”

“And what would that be?” You quirk a brow, but your expression changes once he brings his face inches closer.

“I’m still waiting’ fr’ my kiss.” His gruff tone is dialed down, but his words affect a warmth to coarse through your chest.

It’s hard to say no when Toji’s nose brushes yours, lips hovering over yours, and your eyelids closing on their own. How long has it been since you’ve been close to him like this? You can’t even remember, work corrupting you for so long that this moment feels a little surreal.

“Hmm?” He teases you with a kiss on your cheek, and you shiver at the contact. “A guy can’t get a goodnight kiss before seein’ his baby off?”

You bastard… Holding back is futile when he kisses the corner of your lips, your hands cup his face, and bring him to your lips properly. He groans, the both of you sighing as your hands wrap around his neck.

You break the kiss, knowing it isn’t sufficient for you both. Toji licks your bottom lip, and you whimper as he kisses you again, a soft noise resulting from the withdrawal. “Toji—Mmm,” scarred lips claim yours once more, this time with more hunger. “I have to go…”

Your words aren’t acknowledged, not when he chews on your bottom lip — a signal for more access. Fuck, your resolve dwindles with the insertion of his tongue, almost going weak in the knees. But before that, Toji smoothly picks you up, and the sudden shift has you yelp.

“Stay with me,” Holy shit, the way he was looking at you caused your stomach to do flips. So entranced that you don’t realize he is walking to the couch to place you down on your back, crawling above you. “I missed you. Just tonight, sweetie.”

Liar, you know he wants you here for more precisely because that’s what you wish. But, “I…I can’t, I have to go—Mmmph…!”He slammed his mouth to yours again, nibbling on your lip until his tongue was let back inside your mouth. You moan, his leg propped in between yours, bumping his knee to your groin, which has you screaming silently. “Ahhnn! Toji, not there!”

“Shhh, relax, angel,” he coos, using a hand to massage your skull affectionately. He moves his knee, and you’re practically grinding on his thigh with a chewed lip.

“I can’t stay,” you’re hushed by his lips again, and your hips move on their own. “I have to go…Ohhh.”

“You say that, but look who’s ridin’ my thigh.” His chortle is low, and your stomach does knots. Toji moves your legs so he can be nestled between them, and kissing your neck melts you under him. “C’mon, princess, ya know I can’t let you go like this.”

Your brows scrunch together at him sucking your skin, legs coming around his waist as you hump into him. Toji does the same, rocking his hips to you perilously, the groin of his sweats grinding onto your bottoms, covering your throbbing chasm. God, it felt too good to stop now, your hands roaming inside his white wifebeater to purchase.

He kisses you again, spit covering your soft lips, and you whine as he teases and sucks on your tongue; your breath hitches while his free hand slithers down inside your bottoms, and a shaky shriek is prompted by his fingers pushing into your panties.

“That’s right,” he coaxes you between pecks, loving the way your hands scratch on him. “Gonna treat ya right t’night, angel—”

However, the fun stops once you two hear the sound of a door crying, sniffling, and cries getting louder as they approach closer. It was Tsumiki, the poor girl shedding tears through her drowsy state.

“Miki?” You call to the toddler; Toji quietly moves off you so the little brunette can come running into your arms. “Can’t sleep, sweetie?” She nods and burrows her face into your chest. You kiss her temple, “Must’ve been a nightmare.”

Her father hums and ruffles his daughter’s hair, chuckling when she swats his hand away. Toji then leans to your ear, “I’ll get the bed ready.” A mild glare meets a naughty grin before he gets up to his bedroom, leaving you on the couch to soothe the crying child back to sleep.

So much for sleeping easy tonight…

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mi-i-zori · 2 months

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Breathe

Cod - Nikto x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS : Nikto drinks blood like a starved beast.

WARNINGS : NSFW - 18+. Beware, this is kind of unhinged. Canon-typical violence, blood (Reader has periods - emphasis on period blood), Nikto (a warning in himself), blood/period kink (?), poetic smut, fluff.

Author’s Note : I have no idea why I keep using poetic sentences whenever I try to write smut, but hey. Guess its just how I am. A filthy romantic at heart.

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

Nikto licks blood off his fingers on the daily like a starved beast, savouring a taste he knows will never fully satiate his hunger.

It does not matter if the crimson nectar is his or not ; he keeps engraving its flavour deep into his mind. It leaves a warm, metallic feeling in the back of his throat - one similar to the one lining the surface of the gun that was repeatedly shoved past his teeth after its bullets were lodged in-between his ribs, the thick ropes circling his wrists harvesting his own, personal flavour directly from his veins.

Both life and death flow past his tongue, carving countless nightmares in the few hours of sleep weighing heavy on his subconscious - dragging a never ending series of shuddering breaths up his oesophagus whenever he wakes.

He can never escape them, for reality is just as bitter as his dreams. So he drowns it it blood, gunpowder and alcohol, turning away from the shredded screams coming from his reflection in the mirror.

Until that moment.

Your face is pulled into a grimace as you tell him about the way one of your stupid coworkers shamelessly blabbered about how dirty he thinks period blood is, filling your head with somber thoughts at the idea that yours is quickly approaching.

You don’t see how his eyes light up when they fall upon the date circled in red on the calendar of your phone.

And it is only when his lips meet your bleeding walls for the first time, lapping at the tears running down the inside of your thighs with a newfound reverence blossoming on his tongue, that the spectre in his head finally goes silent.

You look like divine absolution, he thinks, watching with rapt attention as moans flow from your lips like a holy river. Lust fills his mind, body and soul as he wonders if edging you further would allow him to taste the stars running through your veins. Would the world end up falling apart with you ?

The thought of the Earth shattering like glass against the echo of your climax fuels the fire burning in his stomach.

So he keeps staining his mouth red with your blood and slick. War-torn hands hold your legs still around his head as his fingers pull at your flesh, moulding it to his will - and he growls loudly against your core, the waves of a supernova bursting through your entire body as a new orgasm shakes the very foundations of your universe.

Is it the third ? The fourth ? The fifth ? You stopped counting a few seconds after his mouth first latched on the sacred flower blooming between your legs, too lost in the song of your own pleasure.

Nikto doesn’t need anything more to find his own release. He then crashes on top of you as you both fall from your high, lips sharing the last remnants of your erratic, scorching breaths.

He lays there for the rest of the night, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of your heartbeat - your divinity dancing on the back of his tongue.

The constellations lining your mind call out to him as he sleeps, flickering with the promise of finally carrying him away from the ruins of his heart. They light up his bones from below the thorns, and he would gladly sacrifice what is left of himself if it meant you could cradle them against your breast.

The warm softness of your skin soothes the pain still lingering in his scars, and he subconsciously cages your bare form in his arms as he drifts to the world of dreams.

He can finally breathe.

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makeyoumine69 · 7 months

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Daddy Knows Best 2

NSFW rambling 2, previous part.

Speechless, you just nodded, unable to even mumble a sound, and this sight of your numbness only fueled his desire to corrupt you here and now, though he might admit that this time he actually wanted to take it slowly.

"Uh, such a curious kitten," he murmured as he casually unbuckled his belt. "So eager to discover new things Daddy can give you?"

Gasping, you hid your heated face in the crook of his neck for a brief moment as the sexual tension between the two of you was too overwhelming - it threatened to wash over you like a tsunami, but you were ready to embrace it.

"Yes," just one word was enough to make him growl in a low voice through clenched teeth as he finally released his hard length. "But I've never done anything like this before...I've never..." you literally forgot how to breathe as you looked down between his wide-open legs. "I..."

Fuck, he was so big, huge even.

Bateman couldn't help but chuckle as he found your shock quite amusing. "What's wrong, kitten?" He asked, pulling you closer as he rhythmically pumped his throbbing dick.

"You're so big, Daddy," you murmured, turning away so as not to look down. "W-why are you so big?"

Laughing heartily, Patrick took your chin and forced you to face him. "Well, I guess I won the genetic lottery, sweetheart." With that, he swiftly grabbed your hand to replace his own, sliding it up and down his hot flesh. "Fuck, kitten," he moaned softly, tilting his head back. "You have such small but cute hands, mmm...they feel so good on my dick. Go on, honey," he whispered in your ear, squeezing your waist to keep you close. "Yes, just like that, you're doing so well...f-fuck!"

His breath hitched at every amateur stroke you made, and soon you could feel a few drops of his warm pre-cum running down his red, swollen tip - this image made you lick your lips in a rush of hunger you had never experienced before.

Click next :>

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months

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«All Mine || Mizu ||

A/n: Mizu deserves the world, also here's that part 2 i promised. { i thought i posted it but apparently i did not.

Your body felt like it was on fire, one moment you were looking for Mizu then the next thing you knew your body was being pinned to the smooth rock as Mizu's fingers trailed down your body.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as a whimper escaped your lips feeling her fingers dip into your center, already wet for her, for watching her.

You knew it was wrong when you first stumbled upon the scene but you could not tare your gaze away, how could you? Not when she was calling out your name. No you were happy you stayed because if you didn't you would not be experiencing this.

Then suddenly she pulled her fingers away as her blue eyes met yours. You felt her arms wrap around your waist tugging you close as slipped out of the water. You felt your back touch the soft gras as your love hovered above you. Her hair sticking to her skin, you could not help but think she looked like a painting or a beautiful storm.

And to think this was for your gaze only, she was all yours.

Smiling you let your fingers link through hers as she lowered herself on you. Her lips felt so soft, so right, like she was made for you.

Mizu watched you with hungry eyes, the warmth of your skin.

So beautiful and all for her gaze.

Tilting her head to the side, her eyes fixed on your body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. Mizu reached out, her fingers grazing lightly over your inner thigh, tracing a path upwards, teasingly close to your core.

"You're even more beautiful without anything covering you." she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I could spend hours exploring every inch of your body."

Mizu's fingers continued their journey, lightly brushing against your folds, feeling the wetness that had already started to gather. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above yours, her breath warm against your skin.

"I want to taste you," she murmured, her voice sending shivers down your spine. "I want to feel your sweet essence on my tongue."

Keeping her gaze on you, she then dropped to her knees, her eyes locked with yours as she leaned in and pressed her lips against your throbbing core, her tongue darting out to taste your arousal.

Whimpers escaped your lips as your fingers clutched the grasp. Your hips bucking, feeling her tongue brushing your clit as please left your lips, begging for more, begging to feel her.

Mizu's lips curled into a wicked smile as she heard your words, the sound of your whine fueling her desire even further. She pressed her tongue against your slick folds, delving into your wetness with a hunger that matched your own.

Her tongue danced and swirled, exploring every sensitive spot, eliciting moans of pleasure from you. Mizu's hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as she devoured you with an unrelenting passion.

Chest heaving, your eyes slid closed as one hand ran through her hair. Your fingers clutching and tugging at her silky strands as you guided her.

She could feel your fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, and she gladly followed your lead, eager to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

Mizu's lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, alternating between gentle licks and hungry sucks, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She reveled in the taste of your arousal, savoring the way your body responded to her skilled ministrations.

As the intensity of your pleasure built, Mizu pace quickened, her tongue flicking against your sensitive clit with just the right amount of pressure. She could feel your body trembling under her touch, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

Then with one final, expert flick of her tongue, Mizu pushed you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. She continued to lap at your core, prolonging your orgasm, until you were finally spent, your body quivering with aftershocks.

As you came down from your high, Mizu shifted her body, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

"You taste even better than I imagined," she whispered against your lips, her voice filled with satisfaction. "And we're just getting started."

Still coming down from your high you grasped her hand giving it a small squeeze as you gave her a shy smile. "I want to feel you Mizu."

Mizu's lips curled into a seductive smile as she heard your response, your eagerness fueling her desire even further. She lowered herself onto the surface, positioning herself between your legs, the heat of your core radiating against her skin.

With a firm yet gentle touch, Mizu guided her slick entrance to meet yours, the anticipation of their union sending shivers down her spine. She locked eyes with you, her gaze filled with a mixture of lust and adoration.

With a slow, deliberate pace, Mizu began to move, her hips rocking against yours, their bodies perfectly in sync. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her moans mingling with yours in a symphony of desire.

Her hands found yours, fingers intertwining as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with yours, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies as they moved together, seeking the ultimate pleasure.

Mizu pace quickened, the intensity building with every thrust. Her grip on your hands tightened, her nails digging into your skin, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness.

As the pleasure intensified, Mizu's movements became more urgent, her body aching for release. She could feel the familiar coil of ecstasy building within her, ready to unravel.Mizu shattered, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.The raw intensity of her orgasm washed over her, her moans mingling with yours as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

As the pleasure subsided, Mizu collapsed onto you, her breath ragged and labored. She pressed her lips against your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses.

"That... was incredible."she murmured, her voice filled with reverence. "You are... absolutely breathtaking."

Still catching your breath, you smiled as your fingers ran down her back. "Hm you're all mine."

Letting out a snort, Mizu pressed a possessive kiss to your neck. "And you're all mine."

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lovelettersbyj · 4 months

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A King and His Queen ❌

Warnings: Kissing, slight man-handling, intense biting, unprotected sex, slight dom!Coriolanus, ejaculation on body.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem Reader(?).

Summary: After a surprise Academy ceremony, Coriolanus Snow is now one of 24 Academy students in charge of a tribute for the 10th Annual Hunger Games ceremony. Pearl Whitegrove, desperate to climb her way to the top in Panem, must try anything and everything she can to keep Coriolanus Snow focused on the big picture. Even if that means, extreme, and potentially seductive measures.

Word Count: 2,192.

A/N: Happy holidays! I know it's been a minute, but I hope everyone had a wonderful winter break. I've been attempting to draft out how I want these events to play out; I really love Pearl and this toxic love affair so I want to make sure I include everything I thought of. Some of the dialogue might be slightly off from the movie since I'm shaping it around to my idea. I hope you all enjoy! Make sure to comment and let me know what you think. 💛

Also a very happy birthday to Tom Blyth! An absolute coincidence I'm finally posting part two today, but a great one nonetheless.

Read Part One here.

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The crowds of students, parents, school staff, and Capitol citizens flooded the ballroom floor; everyone clearly in a mild state of panic. Tributes and mentors? Academy students as mentors? There’s no way they’d be able to train these kids to survive a slaughter in The Games. But that wasn't entirely the point, was it?

I pushed my way through the vibrantly dressed bodies, raising myself up as high as I could in search of Coriolanus’ blonde head. About to admit defeat, a hand wrapped itself around my right bicep and pulled me back. I gasped as I turned around, arms wrapping around me and two familiar blue eyes staring right at me, “Are you alright?”

I nodded warily, “Yes.”

Coriolanus guided us stealthily out of the ballroom, avoiding anyone attempting to approach him and rile up an anger-fueled conversation. We ended up outside by the car loading area, thankfully empty. We stood in between the large concrete columns, attempting to stay relatively hidden from any prying eyes.

“What the hell is going on with Highbottom?” Coriolanus snapped, “Students as tributes? Is he out of his mind?”

I chuckled, “Clearly. Those kids are all going to die anyway; the Games themselves are getting more boring every year. If something doesn’t change they’ll just stop doing them altogether. The Capitol is desperate.”

Coriolanus went silent, his eyes glued to the floor. I watched him a moment, then stepped closer to him, lifting my hands and clutching his pale cheeks in my grasp. “Coryo, look at me.”

His serious expression remained, but his eyes began to soften as he focused on me.

“You’ve got this, Coriolanus Snow. You’re going to show Highbottom and everyone in the Capitol what you’re capable of.”

He chuckled, “But Lucy Gray—” “I don’t care about Lucy Gray. I care about you, and I care about you impressing Dr. Gaul. I know you want to help your family, and I know you want to ultimately work in the Capitol, right?”

He nodded, raising his hands and lightly holding my forearms, “I want to do great things with Panem.” He spoke so softly; a first glimpse at vulnerability. His eyes almost watering, looking at me a bit more desperately now, “I want to be President.”

“And you will, Coryo. I know you will. But you can’t lose sight of what they want out of the games. It’s not just about who survives. It’s about who they remember the most… And they’ve got to remember you.”

Fuck it. Before thinking twice I pulled his face towards me and kissed his warm lips. I felt his hands tense against my arms; fingers pressing a bit harder on the skin. This kiss was so comforting, for both of us. He sighed into the kiss, growing more confident now and pulling me into him. Suddenly a cough followed by someone clearing their throat made us pull away hastily.

Turning around, we both were uncomfortably joined by Dean Highbottom, who leaned against a concrete pillar with his lips draining the last drops of a clear liquid in a tiny glass bottle.

“Always creeping around, aren’t you Highbottom?” I chuckled dryly, turning to face him as Coryo’s nervous hand gripped my wrist, “Don’t you have children to terrorize?”

A ghost of a smile decorated his face; sarcasm dripping from a chuckle as he looked up at me, “Hanging around the Snows, are we Pearl? That’s low, even for you.”

I took a step closer, but Coryo’s hand held me firm and prevented me from getting any closer, “You better watch how you speak about Coriolanus and his family. They’re more powerful than you could ever dream of being.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t crave power… unlike some people. Isn’t that right, Snow?” His gaze darted over towards Coriolanus, who stood silent behind me.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and shaking my head, “You can try to scare the Academy graduates all you want, but Coriolanus is going to win. You’ll see.”

Highbottom chuckled again. “With that little songbird? I don’t think so.” He began to walk away from us, heading back inside to the chaos he had created not long ago. Stopping in his tracks, he turned to face us again, “It’s a good thing Whitegrove is here to stand up for you, huh Snow? But once the Games begin, you’re going to be all alone… Then we’ll see how powerful you really are.”

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The sun had set in Panem, everyone holed up in their homes, anxious after the ground-breaking news. I was with Coriolanus in the old Snow mansion, sitting in the living room with my legs crossed and watching the blonde haired man pace back and forth as he explained to Tigris exactly what had happened earlier that day. She was disapproving of the way Snow talked about Lucy Gray Baird, practically chastising him for doing so. She snapped back at him saying that if she was in Lucy’s position, she wouldn’t trust Coryo at all— my blood boiling at the insult.

“What else is he supposed to do then, Tigris? Let her go into the Games knowing full well she’s going to die right away? Let’s be serious for a moment.”

The two of them looked over to me now, Tigris’ eyes narrowed, “So what do you suggest?”

I paused for a beat, thinking sincerely. I still had no idea what Coriolanus should do, but there was no way in hell he was about to lose this ridiculous competition. He needed to win… I needed him to win.

“That’s what I thought.” She spat out dryly.

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Tigris had abandoned Coriolanus and I in a bubbling rage, closing herself away in her room for the night. I now sat in an old, worn out chair in the corner of Coryo’s small room. He nervously picked some clutter off of the ground, rummaging around in a quick attempt to make everything seem a bit more presentable.

“It’s okay, Coryo.” I assured softly, “Just relax.”

Resting a broken pencil on his desk, he sat himself on the edge of his small bed, directly across from me. We basked awkwardly in a moment of silence, before he exhaled a nervous breath, “I have no idea what I’m going to say to her tomorrow.”

“I think showing up at the train station is a smart idea. I doubt any of the other mentors would ever think about doing something like that, you’re on the right track.”

I stood up, shrugging my coat off of my shoulders and tossing it onto the back of the chair. Stepping closer to Coryo, I delicately lifted a hand onto a stray curly lock that hung over his forehead, tucking it back behind his ear and cupping his face, “You’re a brilliant man, Coriolanus Snow. You’re going to get Lucy Gray Baird to trust you, and you will be King of Panem one day.”

“King?” His eyebrows furrowed.

I chuckled, “King, President. Whatever you prefer.”

“There’s no way I’m going to win with her, she’s not going to last a day—” “She doesn’t need to last a day. She just needs to be remembered; so that you can be remembered.”

Coryo’s features went soft; eyes watering at the thought of how low his chances were. The fate of his future in Panem rested in the arms of a lowly girl from District 12. I cupped his face with both hands now, brushing away a tear that managed to slip down.

“If you can impress Dr. Gaul by the time all of this is over, you won’t need to worry about some District 12 country bum. You hold all the power, Coriolanus. You are powerful.”

Slowly, I lowered myself in between his legs, straddling his right thigh. His eyes darted down to watch the way I pressed down onto him, his mouth letting out a soft gasp.

“Pearl…”

Coryo’s eyes met mine, and our gazes held a moment. Suddenly he wasted no time in kissing me, his hands gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place as his lips tackled mine. I wrapped both arms around his wide shoulders, using his body to steady myself as my energy quickly grew weak under his touch.

Hastily in between kisses, my fingers fumbled with his white shirt buttons in a desperate attempt to pull the material off of his body, Coriolanus doing the same with the zipper of my golden dress. His hands slowly glided up the sides of my body, long fingers taking in what he could as he made his way up to my breasts. An excited spark went up my spine, feeling his cool, pale hands against my warm flesh.

His hands cupped the outer curvature, massaging the breasts slowly. I bit my lip at his intricate touch, closing my eyes and slightly leaning my head back as I swallowed hard. At this notion, Coryo immediately leaned forward and clung his lips onto my fully exposed neck, playfully digging his teeth and swirling his tongue on a single, concentrated spot. Eventually his hands expertly unclasped the bra, and the clothing item also found its way quickly to the floor.

My hand rested on his fully hard cock, pressing aggressively against his tight black slacks. I knead my hand slowly, making sure to guide it along the full length. Coriolanus groaned, his head falling onto my exposed shoulder as he was fully at my mercy. I slipped his earlobe in between my lips, biting it teasingly as I slipped my hand past the pant confines and through the boxer briefs. His cock was rock solid, and at the touch of my hand twitched excitingly. I guided my hand along the length, only slightly cupping his balls before working my way up and beginning a steady pump rhythm.

“Oh my god, fuck,” Coriolanus gasped, one hand wrapped around my wrist as I continued to work my way along his cock. His eyes fluttered closed, and I pressed my lips onto his forehead as his breaths grew short and aggressive; I knew he was close.

Suddenly he pulled my hand out, and in a quick switch in attitude, he was back in charge. Coriolanus ripped my dress down, making sure to include my panties as he left me fully nude. He finished pulling off his pants and boxers, and with both hands on my waist, pulled me on slowly over his fully erect dick.

“Those were some pretty inspiring words,” He spoke in a low growl, guiding my hips as he slowly rocked me back and forth against him, “You just want a man with power, huh?”

“Oh,” I shuddered, completely at a loss of control. My core pulsed as my dripping warmth completely coated onto his entire girth. His hands pressed deeply onto my hip bones, guiding my rhythm as his mouth sucked hard on my exposed collar bone. My hands dug into his soft, blonde hair, looping my fingers in his curls as I held onto him dearly.

He continued his pace, my grinding trying to become a bit more desperate as I felt a tight ball of heat build up in my core. I started to pant, pulling tightly on his hair as I moaned out, “I’m going to c-cum.”

Coriolanus smirked in delight, moving a hand down to my clit and rubbing the sensitive bud vigorously with his thumb as he gave me a long kiss, swirling his tongue on my lower lip before pulling away and whispering, “Cum for me, my queen.”

His deep voice was enough to push me over the edge, and I clung to his broad back as I dropped my head onto his right shoulder, my teeth sinking into his skin as I felt my warm juices release completely onto his lap.

“Coryo,” I gasped out, and I felt his chest rise and fall in a soft chuckle, pleased with the mess I had made on his body. He wrapped his arms around my curves, pulling me close as I continued to slowly ride out my high.

“I can get used to this, sweetheart.” Coriolanus smiled, lifting my chin to look up at him as he left a tender kiss on my lips, “You’re beautiful.”

I chuckled softly, kissing him again on the cheek as he helped lift me up. My legs slightly wobbled as I steadied myself, and he immediately reached over to grab a cloth. We both laughed, slightly embarrassed as we cleaned ourselves up. Coriolanus and I settled in his bed, practically clinging to each other under his bedsheet cover. “You’re going to do great tomorrow, Coriolanus. I believe in you.”

His hand held the side of my face as his thumb repeatedly stroked my cheek softly, “With you by my side, all my doubts are fading away.”

I had him. He trusts me—needs me. He’s mine.

“Is that why you called me your queen?” I giggled, leaning up to kiss him.

He smirked, nodding his head slightly, “As you said, I’m going to be the King of Panem one day. Every King needs a Queen, right?”

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Trans Taiju Headcannons (but filthier this time 💙)

Pairings: Taiju x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, top!reader, bottom!Taiju, dom & sub reader parts, sub and dom Taiju, trans Taiju, rough sex, daddy kink, choking, use of the term 'tdick'

Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios

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This guy is a kinky and kinda rough motherfucker

He is a switch & vers through and through, but either way he likes it rough

It's either pound or be pounded 99% of the time. The other 1% is when Taiju craves a gentle touch or craves treating you gently (though he'd never admit that out loud...)

If you have a dick it's no longer yours. That dick belongs to him now, to use however he damn well pleases

“F-fuck! Taiju please...gah! Baby, slow down...” You plead through labored breaths, sweaty and flushed while your body is used like a toy for his pleasure

Taiju grunts loudly as his hips slam down onto yours, riding your dick with a hunger that no other man has ever known before. His dripping pussy squelches with every harsh slam down, swallowing your cock entirely. You swear he's trying to get himself knocked up whenever he gets into these moods; cuffing your hands to the bed post and yanking your pants off before stripping off his own clothing. Crawling on top of you, licking your dick and sucking on it until you're seconds away from shooting down his throat, then releasing you just to hover his soaking cunt over your thick member before sinking down onto it

Taiju's eyes cross as he slowly begins to move, grinding onto your cock as it stretches his walls euphorically. A dangerously seductive look hides behind those pretty eyes as he keeps you pinned to the bed below and uses your cock as his personal dildo. Drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you can barely even breathe. His own juices drip down your hips and soak into the sheets because he just can't stop cumming! The feeling of your loads shooting straight into his womb is too good!

Afterwards, you're usually wrecked; overstimulated beyond belief from your partner riding you for hours

He's surprisingly good with aftercare though, so you at least know that you'll be taken care of!

He'd never admit this either, but Taiju is kind of a cuddlebug. Even though he just bruised your pelvis and probably left some bite marks or more bruises on the rest of your body, he still needs to hold you afterwards. Still needs you snuggled up against his chest or in his lap 🥺

If you have a pussy, Taiju is going to trib with you constantly. No you do not get a choice 💙

Your pussy is also his toy, meant for rubbing against his pussy until there's a flood of juices underneath your bodies

“Taiju–!! Oh god that...th-that feels so good...aaahh!!” Your screams fuel his own pleasure as another orgasm caused your entire body to tremble below him. Taiju has a firm grip on your leg as it's thrown over his shoulder, his other hand wrapped around your throat while the bed creaks from how hard he's rocking against you

Your pussies are both puffy and sore from hours of grinding together, cumming over and over, squirting on each other, occasionally having your clits spanked by Taiju. Every kind of stimulation possible. Taiju just needed to have you pressed against him, tribbing the night away until one or both of you collapse from exhaustion

The way your tdicks press together feels heavenly. The overly sensitive nubs are coated in slick and sore from countless climaxes, yet neither of you want to stop when you're connected in this way. Desperate to frot your cocks together while you pant into each other's mouths in between sloppy kisses. Far too wrapped up in pleasure to care about anything else

Taiju loves to have his hands all over you. He has to grab you somewhere, somehow

Gripping your waist, tangled in your hair, choking you, squeezing your thighs, holding your hands (don't bring that up though. Taiju probably wouldn't admit to doing something ~sappy~)

Taiju has a major daddy kink...like, it's really major

If you have a dick:

Taiju's large hand squeezes your neck while his pussy squeezes your cock, both of you on the brink of an orgasm. His husky voice brings another wave of heat to your cheeks and ears as he purrs, “Call me that name I like so much, darlin'. Nice and loud, yeah?”

“D-daddy...mmph daddy!” The words tumble out as Taiju's hips snap down sharply, his walls clench around your dick at the sound of your voice addressing him with the title that he so adores

“Mmm daddy...it feels too good...wanna fill you up again, daddy...” You repeat. That seemed to do the trick as Taiju growls, bouncing on your cock until you fill his aching cunt again, screaming one last ‘daddy’ for good measure

If you have a pussy:

Impulsively wrapping his large hand around your neck, Taiju slowly tightens his grip as he nears his next climax. His cunt clenches around nothing from a particular thrust where your clits brush against one another. He needs to cum right fucking now, and the best way to relieve that ache is to get a little motivation

“Mm sweetheart, needja to call me daddy so I can cum all over your little pussy. ” He drawls in that husky voice that you love so much. You eagerly nod, choking out the title while you roll your hips against his

“Fuck...daddy, right there...fuck me right there...” The word sends an electric shock to his system, but it's not enough. He asks you to repeat it louder, say it again.

“D-daddy...yes daddy...want you- want you to fuck me, daddy!!” Your sexy voice pushes Taiju to the edge as he slides his hand in between your cunts, alternating between rubbing his clit and yours. With a loud moan, Taiju finally cums again, hips stuttering as his oversensitive folds slide over yours as you manage to cum nearly at the same time

As for submissive trans Taiju....

I know for a fact that this man loves to be collared and leashed. Craves the feeling of submitting to you so deeply that he'd act like a pet for you

Have him suck you off/eat you out while you tug on the leash every now and then. Pulling him against your pelvis as your cock fills his throat. Pulling him further into your cunt until he can't breathe

Taiju's so eager to please you, it's really cute

He does enjoy the humiliation though. Of course it's embarrassing to be on his knees in nothing except way too small panties, or maybe even nude, while you pet him and call him a “Good kitty~”

But he enjoys being knocked down a peg in the safety of your presence. Being conditioned into your perfect whore with every honey-coated praise and loving brush of your fingers against his skin

If you have a dick:

Taiju's grip on the pillow under his head is violent as that sweet spot inside of him is repeatedly stimulated, bringing him more pleasure than before. Your cock hits deep inside with every thrust while your hands rest gently on Taiju's waist

“Oh honey, that must feel good. You're gushing around me sooo much~ ” You tease, gingerly touching lower and lower until your fingers find Taiju's tdick and stroke it. Obscene moans fill your ears as you play with your partner's body, knowing all of the things that make him tick and using that against him. Fucking his wet cunt so much that his brain basically turns off and he mindlessly agrees to every word that you say

“Are you gonna cum again, lovely?” A frantic nod from Taiju followed by your hips pistoning into him sends him reeling. Arching his muscular back like a slut as he wails in pleasure, chanting “Thankyouthankyouthankyou—!! ” as another flood of his nectar spills onto the bed

If you have a pussy:

“Uh-huh~ Mmm just like that~ ” Taiju moans, fucked stupid by your clits rubbing together. His legs are wrapped around your waist while you lean over his large body and thrust against him, grinding your cunts together vigorously

“Yeah? That feels good, slut?” You spat, carding your fingers through his gorgeous blue hair and lightly scratching his scalp in the process. “You love it when I fuck that lil pussy of yours, don't you?”

Exhausted and shaking, Taiju nods his head, biting his bottom lip hard as another orgasm bubbles to the surface. You notice this and swiftly stuff his cunt with your fingers, immediately pushing on his sweet spot as more of his juices drip down your knuckles. The lewd, wet sounds of his fuckhole turn both of you on even more. So you finger him a little rougher, a little faster, curling your fingers and scissoring them while Taiju bites back a gravelly groan

One quick slap to his impossibly sensitive clit is all it takes to rip that climax right out of him, forcing your baby to cum on your fingers while you call him the most beautiful thing you've ever seen

As mentioned before, aftercare is surprisingly delightful with Taiju

Whether you're bigger or smaller than Taiju, he's going to demand that you curl up in his lap or at least on his chest or something

If he was the dom then he wants to baby you for the rest of the day/night

Now if Taiju was the sub, that's your chance to baby him and coo all sorts of sweet praise while he's vulnerable

He might whine as your hands glide over his skin, whispering loving words against his neck or shoulders, but he does enjoy and appreciate it

Taiju can be really sweet when he lets go of that tough guy act and opens up with someone that he trusts dearly

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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elains · 4 months

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Fionn's death, the Bog of Oorid and the Mask

I'm currently on my Sarah J. Maas brainrot era and chatting with my friends earlier, I drew a parallel which soon turned into a deep dive into ACOSF, HoFaS, and some mythology to boot. Worry not, I’ll keep the mythology part to myself first and foremost and this post will mostly revolve around the following: that the current state of the Bog of Oorid is due to Fionn’s death.

Spoilers for House of Flame and Shadow, so be warned.

In ACOSF, Amren tells us about the Bog of Oorid and how it wasn’t always this evil, accursed place. It used to be a sacred ground, where warriors of the Fae were laid to rest, long ago:

The Bog is a part of the Middle, which is mostly uncharted territory full of dangerous creatures, where Wild Magic runs unbound. A council of Ancient High Lords prohibited any mappings of it. We also learn from House of Flame and Shadow that the Middle was the Daglan's personal hunting grounds, where they unleashed beasts they bred to serve as worthy prey:

We know for a fact that Fionn was in a Marsh - a bog - when he died, with islands and grass and black waters, and we also know that the place was blooming when he was there. Even with the amount of evil and beasts kept in the Middle, the land was still thriving:

This is a sharp contrast to present day ACOTAR. In Silver Flames, the Bog is described as oppressively still and dead, all gnarly, leaflesss branches branches, crumbling trees, thorns. There are no birds, no insects. It's a place of death, of Evil, and it's remarked how it's as if not anything bloomed:

House of Flame and Shadow provides this passage just after Fionn dies:

Also from Flame and Shadow, we knows that the worlds have souls and degrees of sentience, as far as worlds go. Fionn is murdered in a foul act of violence, fueled by nothing but hunger for power by the very people who were supposed to aid him. Fionn, who worked to free the world from the Daglan feeding on its magic. It seems to me that the world was thankful to him for what he did, as it might have also been thankful to Theia.

And you know what's more interesting? That this is where the Mask ends up. We don't know what in the world happened to the Mask after Theia left Prythian; it's not said what she did with neither it nor the crown. Presumably other people got ahold of them (Helion's ancestor?). We don't know where the Crown was, but it's ironic that it ends up where Fionn died.

When approaching the water, Nesta remembers a story her mother told of how a cosuin was killed by Faeries, dragged to the depths and drowned:

Which is actually very similar with how Fionn himself comes to meet his end: bound and gagged and thrown into the water by his wife and general. Shortly after, she meets the Kelpie, who is described as such:

This is also remarkably similar to the creature that ultimately kills Fionn:

This Kelpie speaks to Nesta in the Old Tongue, which hasn't been spoken in fifteen thousand years. It retreated to the Bog thousands of years ago and it was probably the last o his kind. It could very well be the creature that killed Fionn, slain by Nesta, who goes to claim the Mask as he himself did.

Which brings up some questions: how did the Mask end up in the Bog of Oorid? It doesn't seem happenstance that it found its way to a place where death has in its grip and the open grave of the High King. Could it have been Helion's ancestor? His reaction to the mask is strange, visceral in a way the other's aren't. I'm betting that it was Helion's ancestors who took the Mask from Theia and once the power proved too much, discarded it to rest in Oorid.

But the point is that Fionn dies and it's the nail in the coffin for Oorid. The Bog withers to a giant, accursed grave, trapped in a state of perpetual death where nothing blooms.

Therein rests the first and last High King, the evil done to him forever imprinted on the land.

#acotar #acosf #hofas spoilers #fionn #nesta archeron #my meta #i just thought it interesting that the mask SOMEHOW finds its way to Fionn's death place

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storiesofsvu · 11 months

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Solace in Solitude Ch 2

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, medical/injuries talked about (i googled, don't come for me if they're not 100% right), hurt, minor anxiety, two buttheads not getting along.

You were right, Emily was exhausted. And she was annoyed. Both that she was so tired and that you had been right about it. Not that she expected to be full of energy bounding around the room, she’d just wanted to pull one up on you, prove that you were wrong, that she could and would do better. Instead she’d ended up sleeping most of the rest of the day, her brain still foggy, not fully able to pick up whatever French programs were playing on the television. With her attention lacking, she drifted off more than once, only waking up when a nurse was back in the room prodding at her body again. Her body ached, even just getting out of the bed and making it the eight steps to the bathroom winded her, which of course just made her more tired and even more annoyed.

This whole recovery thing sucked.

At least you weren’t so early on your rounds when you checked in on her today, she was awake, half paying attention to the television, a breakfast tray on the small table at the bedside.

“Morning Valerie.” You greeted with a smile, “how’re you feeling today?”

“Bout the same.” She grumbled.

“Have you managed to get up at all? Even within the room?”

“A couple of times.”

“Good.” You flipped open her chart, checking any additions since you’d left the night prior, “let’s keep that up for a few days and then we can start with trips down the hall, make sure your body’s up to it.”

“I didn’t think you meant it when you said I’d be this tired.”

“Yeah, anaesthesia can be a bitch like that.” You commented, checking a few of her vitals before you eyed the still full tray of breakfast, “not to mention your body needs fuel if it’s going to heal.” You moved back to the foot of the bed, scribbling into her chart, “you need to eat.”

“They’re withholding coffee.” She grumbled, sinking back into the bed.

“And you thought that warranted a hunger strike?” You huffed a laugh, “without a spleen you’re going to need to limit your intake of coffee, among other things. Didn’t a nurse drop off those pamphlets?”

“Yeah.” Her gaze drifted over to the bedside table where they sat untouched, she figured her life was already altered enough she could go another day without knowing every other change she would have to accommodate just to survive.

“Then eat.”

“Would you touch that?” She gestured toward the tray, wincing at the pain in her side as she did and you let out a soft sigh. The tray had a container of applesauce, a banana, a couple pieces of bread, “who eats jello for breakfast?”

“I would if I had just had my spleen and part of my stomach removed and it was advised and instructed by my doctor.” You cocked a brow in her direction as you continued to update her chart, she simply scoffed at you.

A nurse wandered in to check on a couple of things and make sure there was a large fresh bottle of water left on the table. You seamlessly swapped over to French while they were in the room, continuing to check in with Emily about how she was feeling, getting more specific on details and you checked over the stitches on her incision before the nurse finally left.

“Your French is really good.” You commented, readjusting her gown back down and loosely tucking the bedding in before peeling off your gloves, “you speak anything else?”

“I dunno.” She grumbled, rolling to face the window, “am I allowed to talk about that?”

“Ah.” Your lips pursed, holding back a sigh, “well, I’ve got some other patients to see. They can page me if you need anything and I’ll check on you before I leave. And you better have eaten something by then.”

Emily didn’t dare move; she didn’t dare breathe until she was certain the door was shut behind you before she suddenly let out the choke of a breath. Tears welled in her eyes and she couldn’t help as they rolled down her cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away, this didn’t just suck, this was absolutely horrible.

She’d barely managed to calm herself down by the next time a nurse came into the room, this time they seemed to be focussed on her breathing and heart rate. Whatever panic soaring through her was being reflected by the machines she’d forgotten she was hooked up to. The nurse talked her down until she felt like she could breathe again and Emily curled up on her side with her back to the door when it was suggested she try to eat something. There was a pit in the deep of her stomach, heavy and lingering, almost creeping through her body with waves of nausea and she was certain that food wouldn’t help with that, no matter what medical professionals said. Reaching out she hit the button to send more pain meds into her IV, the stifled cries and deep breaths sending shooting pains through her side, her hand gingerly clutching where the stitches were, moving to rub softly at the ache in her ribs. She didn’t want to be doing this, didn’t want to be here especially not like this, without someone by her side. The longer she was conscious the more memories she found were coming back to her, she could see the haze of Derek hovering over her as he pleaded for her to hang on. Penelope’s voice strangled with sorrow on the voicemail she’d left. If it hadn’t been for you mentioning a blonde she would’ve thought she was going crazy, that her mind was sending her some kind of guardian angel in the form of JJ while the ambulance sired blared, she could almost feel her hand in hers.

It had already been over three weeks and she couldn’t help but wonder if her team was already beginning to forget her. If she would be nothing but a long lost memory to them by the time she was finally able to get out of here. She caught herself spiraling, wondering if she ever actually would be allowed out of here, if she’d ever get the chance to go home, maybe this was supposed to be home permanently now.

You spent the majority of your day switching between the ER and the OR, there had been a couple of call ins of other doctors so you were actually kept relatively busy. A handful of smaller injuries, stitches to be done, tests to run to rule out worse conditions before sending them back home or off to a different specialty, an easy appendectomy to spice up your day with a little bit of surgery. You got outside for your lunch break, thankful to breathe the fresh air without the smell of hospital for an hour, it always helped you relax a little bit more. You’d been thumbing your way through a novel with the intention of getting a chapter or two in over the break but the words were all starting to blend together. After countless amounts of paperwork in French your brain was starting to not want to comprehend it anymore, practically begging to revert back to English. So you let out a soft sigh and closed the book, hopefully your afternoon would involve more cutting than paperwork.

Reluctantly, you returned back inside the hospital, checking through a few charts before you got called off to another surgery, thankful that you could immerse yourself into that and not have to worry about anything else for the next few hours. There were no issues, the patient pulling through perfectly before being sent off to recovery and you headed back to the nurses station to finish up on a few things. You made sure the chart was updated with details from the last surgery and assigned a nurse to keep watch on them overnight in case anything popped up.

The day was winding down and everyone could feel it, the extra excitement buzzing through the air thanks to it being Friday, chatter of weekend plans, date nights, family outings all around you. You were going through your patients charts to see how everyone had faired through the day and if there was anything you’d need to check up on before taking off, adding in notes here and there, signing off that you’d seen them. Across from you a few of the other doctors were wrapping up their own things, asking if the others were doing something that evening. When the resounding answer was no there was an invite for drinks, one that extended to another nurse as they walked up to the desk. Your eyes flitted up briefly but the group was so wound up in each other they barely even glanced your way and you huffed quietly. While everyone here was professional and approachable enough, they’d help out if you had questions or needed something but there was absolutely no interest when it didn’t happen within the four walls of the hospital. You’d been rather friendless for the past three weeks and you highly doubted that was going to change anytime soon.

Emily’s chart was the last one in your pile, the last thing you had to go through before you achieved freedom. Naturally, that became a bigger obstacle than you’d been hoping for. As you read through the updates from her day and checked through things you let out a frustrated groan, letting the chart fall shut before you tossed it back into the rack. Just as you pocketed your phone you heard someone speaking French but this time, actually directed to you.

“Your VIP girl?”

“Yeah.” You grumbled back in the same language, “turns out the ‘p’ is for pain in my ass.” They chuckled,

“Sucks. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

Gracing them with a friendly smile and a small wave you turned from the counter, wandering down to Emily’s room. As per usual, the door was shut, thinking maybe killing with kindness would help you gently knocked, waiting a moment before slipping into the space. Emily’s eyes flicked up from the book in her lap, practically glaring you down as the door swung shut behind you.

“Great. What’d you want?” She grumbled, looking back down to the book.

“You to realize that dumping your uneaten breakfast in the bathroom garbage doesn’t go unnoticed by the nurses.”

“Maybe if they weren’t so nosy.”

“Valerie you need to eat.” You let out a quiet sigh, folding your arms onto the table at the foot of her bed, “I know you might not be hungry yet but your body needs nutrients to heal properly, even if it’s just a couple of bites at a time.”

“Whatever.”

“You know, we see this a lot in people who have gone through traumas, that’s part of the reason I pushed for someone to come down from psych today.”

“That was you!?” Her gaze shot up to you, cutting you off instantly as she glared you down, her voice hardening as she spoke, “you sent in the shrink? Why would I need a shrink?! You’re being ridiculous.”

“I get that you’re upset, but you really don’t need to be mad at me about following hospital policy. It’s standard procedure for patients like yourself. At the very least, just let me make sure the paperwork reflects that we’re doing the right thing?”

“Paperwork said he was here, he was here. Believe me.”

“Okay.” You held up your hands in submission, “normally we do wait a week or so depending on everything else but considering the whole food thing I thought it might be worthwhile. Clearly I pushed too soon.”

“Yeah. You did.” She glared, “I’m fine.”

“Well… for what it’s worth I do think it’s a pretty good idea for you to talk to someone.” You stated, readjusting your stance against the table.

“Oh? So what, now you’re gonna shrink me?”

“Not my specialty.” You shrugged, “but if you decide to open up to me then so be it. Otherwise I can put the call in to psych and have someone come down again when you’re ready.”

“You want me to open up? Really?”

“That’s the general idea of talking to a shrink, yeah.” You nodded and her eyes narrowed in your direction, you could see the tension building in her body as she spoke.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that when I’m supposed to pretend that I died a month ago? You want me to talk to someone about what happened that night but half my medical records are redacted, destroyed or simply don’t exist. When I woke up this morning? I couldn’t even remember the name that was on my hospital band, and you want me to be able to twist up some weird fake stories to help my mental state?!” Her voice shook, the raw emotion starting to break her cool façade, and she took a heavy breath, dropping back into the bed, “you say it was a car accident, it was a car accident.” She held up her hands to signal that that was it, “I clearly had a head injury, I don’t remember the details and I’m not about to do a cognitive interview on myself, okay?”

She picked up the book again but you could tell her eyes weren’t focussing on the words and you could see the shimmering of tears in them, knowing just how frustrated she felt. Emily truly didn’t understand how this was supposed to be helping, she just had to keep shoving everything down until this was all over, she was good at that, she could do that, but not if you kept prying into her life and shattering the illusion that it was going to be okay.

“Well,” you let out a sigh, “then I guess if you’re ever ready to talk, you really are stuck talking to me.” She didn’t reply, keeping her gaze on the book as she did her best to ignore you so you pushed off the table, “if you’re not gonna talk at least do me a favour and eat something. If you haven’t by the next time I see you I’m putting in a feeding tube, understood?”

“Sac a merde.” She muttered and you let out a small laugh.

“I’m fluent, remember?”

“Vai a fotterti.”

“Ah, Italian, now we’re getting creative.” This time she did look up, a glare still on her face as you pulled the door open, “eat your dinner.”

With that last warning you were gone from the room and Emily was left to let out an angry growl, tossing the book onto the bedside table. There was still a pit in her stomach but this one was beginning to gnaw away at her and she was starting to think maybe it was hunger related. She picked up the bottle of water to take a couple of sips, her eyes landing on the brochures one of the nurses had brought by earlier. Maybe if she read through them she’d understand what was going on with her body a little better, maybe it would make this easier.

Unlocking the door to your apartment you let out a sigh of relief, kicking off your shoes as you entered the code for the security system. You’d picked up dinner on the way home, you couldn’t be bothered to cook, not now, not with the limited amount of mental energy you had left. You needed a drink. A stiff one.

Keys were dropped on the counter along with your bag and dinner before you disappeared into your bedroom to change out of work clothes. Once you were cozy in a pair of shorts and a tank you padded through the apartment, tidying up a couple of things you’d left out during the busy work mornings. You pulled down a wine glass, filling it higher than usual with merlot, scooping up your phone and food to take out onto the balcony. This was one of your saving graces, the nightly ritual that had been to unwind out in the cooling air, taking in the views of the city as the sun sunk in the sky. It calmed you down after long days at the hospital and you certainly needed it tonight. This entire project had been one you’d been apprehensive of from the start but you’d at least had time to let things sink in, to get used to the new routine in a new place. It had been considerably easier when Emily was still unconscious and you let out a groan at the thought of having to deal with her again in the morning.

A chorus of laughter burst from down in the street below and you felt a wave of melancholy shoot through you, thinking about the others from work out on the town tonight. You understood being on the outside and you understood why you were, but it would be a lie to say that some nights it didn’t get a little lonely. You’d thought that maybe you and Emily would’ve bonded over that, being trapped in a life that you didn’t necessarily want. That you’d be friends, have each other’s backs until this whole thing was over. You took a hefty swig of wine, shaking your head at yourself, at how naïve and ridiculous you’d been. She wasn’t going to be your friend, that was for sure, it was almost like she blamed you for waking up in Paris, like you had personally made the call and lugged her halfway around the world yourself. Your gaze drifted out onto the horizon, watching the last few rays of sunlight dancing through the sky as you let out a small sigh. You’d let her keep playing the victim card a little longer, after all, she did have the reason to be miserable. You knew she’d tire out of it eventually and come around, it would just be a test of willpower to see how long it would take her to cave.

At least you weren’t trapped in a hospital bed. You had some sense of freedom around the city, a freedom she was likely jealous of and that certainly wasn’t helping things. Hopefully things would change once she was discharged.

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•Chapter One•

Naga!Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader

Summary: Growing up, the forest's edge always darkened the far corner of your small village. The giant, twisted branches overhead rendered the forest floor a terrifying, pitch black. You shouldn't be here. There's creatures here, dangerous ones.

Overall warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, gore, mystery, eventual sex, inhuman genitalia (Levi is a snake man), horror vibes.

Chapter warnings: Horror vibes, mystery

Chapter length: 3.7k

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The most special of shoutouts to my beloved friend and beta @theferricfox!!!! Also, credit to @the-milk-anon for the snake banner!!

Note: Welcome to my spin on Mermay! I have roughly 7/12 chapters done-ish for this! Comments and reblogs are always welcome!! I could use the inspo to continue lol!

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You shouldn't be here.

Giant, ancient trees tower above, their twisted and gnarled branches interwoven to create a dense, impenetrable canopy that blankets the ground in an engulfing darkness. These colossal trees are so massive that even ten people, hand in hand, would struggle to encircle their trunks. In the face of such enormity, you feel minuscule, like a tiny mouse in a vast expanse, overshadowed by the towering branches that stretch higher than anything you've ever witnessed.

In your childhood, the edge of this forest marked the distant boundary of your small village. As young children, you and your friends would engage in daring games, cautiously venturing beneath the green canopy one foot at a time. Each step toward the darkness held a thrill, with adrenaline surging in your ears and laughter bubbling in your throat. You remember playfully nudging each other to go deeper, whispering tales of monsters until the alarmed cries of someone's parents would bring the game to an abrupt halt. It was all innocent play, a group of children tempting danger and challenging one another to venture further into the ominous jaws of the forest.

The Maw.

Now, every step forward fills you with an overwhelming sense of dread. The childlike wonder that once fueled your adventures has vanished, replaced by a pounding heart lodged in your throat. The once enticing forest now instills a deep sense of apprehension and unease.

You're in The Maw.

It's named such because it is a place that devours all who dare to venture into its depths. It teems with perilous creatures, their forms etched in your mind with vivid clarity—claws that rend, teeth that tear, and the sight of crimson blood staining the ground. The inhabitants of this forsaken realm include both savage beasts and eerie abominations, a chilling blend of half-human hybrids, demons, and towering giants. While rare for these creatures to stray beyond the forest's edge into your humble farming village, the disappearances of unsuspecting villagers were all too frequent. Vanished without a trace, they would be snatched from their beds in the dead of night or plucked from the fields in broad daylight. Some incidents left behind gruesome remnants of carnage, while others left nothing but an eerie absence. The Maw's hunger was insatiable, claiming lives and leaving a haunting sense of dread in its wake.

“F-ffuck,” you stutter, fighting against a stiff breeze to keep the hood of your cloak tight to your ears. It's cold. Fucking freezing actually. With each labored step, your body fights against the biting cold that gnaws at your skin. The hood of your cloak strains against the relentless wind, desperate to shield your ears from its icy grip. The weather has turned unforgiving since you entered the forest.

What began as a serene sunrise, painting the sky with hues of pink and yellow, has given way to a harsh reality. The gentle dusting of snow beneath your feet has transformed into a thick, heavy flurry. The temperature has plummeted, sending shards of icy pain with every breath you take. The bone-chilling cold seeps into your very core, inflicting aches that reverberate through your entire being. Each step is an agonizing struggle, your weary knees protesting with every creak. It feels as though you've never walked this far before, the physical toll becoming increasingly demanding with each passing moment.

Can't go back. Can't go back.

In the relentless darkness, your sense of time has become distorted, making it impossible to gauge how long you've been journeying through this treacherous forest. It feels like hours, perhaps even most of a day, has passed since you first set foot on this path. The initial signs of caution marked your entry into this perilous realm, with wooden boards warning of the impending danger, are long behind you. The words "Turn Back" and "Danger" were hastily scrawled in bright red, urging you to reconsider your course. The last sign you recall, which feels like an eternity ago, ominously proclaimed "Death Ahead."

The biting cold has taken its toll, numbing your body and rendering your toes distant and fuzzy within the confines of your leather boots. The wind howls in your ears, drowning out all other sounds, but occasionally you catch the panicked shuffling of small creatures seeking refuge from the tempest. Every noise, no matter how faint, puts you on edge, heightening your anxiety with each passing moment. Progress becomes increasingly arduous as you press forward, battling against the biting cold and the relentless forces of nature.

The oppressive darkness seems to intensify the longer the day drags on, engulfing your surroundings and adding to your growing fatigue. You struggle to maintain your balance, feeling the weight of exhaustion in every step. The biting cold cuts through your clothing, seeping into your bones, and you tightly wrap your coat around yourself in a feeble attempt to shield against the frigid air.

With determination in your voice, you mutter to yourself, "Can't go back. Can't go back." Despite the numbing cold and the seemingly endless journey, turning back is not an option. You press on, summoning whatever strength remains within you.

As you trudge forward, a brief break in the dense canopy allows a glimpse of the sky above. However, there is no welcoming sight of an evening sky with its fading hues. Instead, a tumultuous scene unfolds with dark and furious clouds obscuring any sense of time. In the distance, the white-capped peaks of The Spine stand resolute, yet seemingly no closer than when you first embarked on this arduous trek. Doubt begins to creep in, and you repeat to yourself, "I can't. I can't."

But you have to. Of course there'd be a storm. Just your luck.

The bitter cold continues to gnaw at your body, its icy grip sapping your strength and resolve. Hopefully the weather convinced any hungry mouths to stay home. The storm raging around you adds to the foreboding atmosphere, amplifying your sense of vulnerability. You can’t help but feel a sense of grim irony that the weather itself might be the cause of your demise before any of the lurking dangers within The Maw.

Navigating through the labyrinthine depths of The Maw is no easy feat, especially without a clear destination in mind. The absence of a guide or a map leaves you relying solely on your instincts and determination. The path ahead remains shrouded in darkness, and uncertainty tugs at your thoughts. You don't even know where the fuck you're going.

Despite the doubts and the physical strain, you carry on, propelled by a mix of resilience and desperation. The legacy of fear and caution instilled by your village only adds to the weight on your shoulders, reminding you of the countless tales of those who ventured deeper into this forbidden territory and never returned.

The heavy snow has engulfed your legs, reaching up past your shins and creeping closer to your knees. Each step is an arduous struggle, accompanied by a resounding crunch and leaving behind a trail of deep boot prints in the snow.

The words escape your lips in a desperate whisper, “Shelter. Need to find shelter.” Your teeth chatter uncontrollably, and you hunch your shoulders in a futile attempt to shield yourself from the biting wind that threatens to knock you off balance. The hood of your cloak is pulled down as far as it can go, obscuring your vision, and you strain to see the path ahead. Forward is the only option. Forward is the only way to endure.

The Spine dominates your thoughts, an unwavering destination that holds the key to your quest. It is the mountain range at the heart of The Maw, and you must reach its base. There is no turning back, no retreat, not unless you find them.

The weight of the task ahead feels insurmountable, overwhelming you with a crushing sense of impossibility. The magnitude of the journey, coupled with the harsh realities of The Maw, fuels a nagging belief that survival is unattainable. The specter of death looms ominously, casting its dark shadow over your thoughts.

You're going to die out here.

An abrupt sound shatters the eerie silence, reverberating through the desolate expanse of The Maw. It resonates with a weight that sends shivers down your spine, amplifying your sense of unease. Instinctively, your hand reaches for the knife attached to your belt loop, its familiar weight grounding you in this perilous moment. It was your fathers hunting knife, the only thing you have left besides the clothes on your back and a small bit of supplies in your bag.

As your fingers clasp around the knife’s handle, a surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, mingling with the cold that permeates the air. The tremor in your hand betrays a mix of fear and the biting chill that surrounds you. Your grip tightens, seeking solace in the solid presence of the blade as you brace yourself for whatever lurks in the darkness.

Someone -something- curses in the distance. The distant swear cuts through the air, resonating with a chilling familiarity that freezes your very core. It echoes with a human quality, evoking haunting memories of voices that once whispered from the edge of The Maw during your childhood summers. Those beguiling voices, whether belonging to silver-tongued demons or ravenous wendigos, possessed a deceptive innocence, luring the unwary towards their perilous embrace. They wore the guise of familiarity, mimicking loved ones and casting their sinister spell.

But this time, the sound does not persist. It does not morph into the soothing tones of your mother's voice or the mischievous giggles of your younger brother. Instead, an unsettling silence descends upon the forest, amplifying the eerie stillness that pervades the surroundings. The once-constant symphony of rustling leaves and distant whispers is replaced by an oppressive hush, broken only by the howling wind that pierces your ears.

The skeletal branches of the ancient trees loom ahead, their gnarled forms resembling bony fingers reaching out in a macabre invitation. The forest, now stripped of its foliage, feels even more sinister, as if the very essence of its secrets and lurking dangers is concentrated in this barren landscape. Your instincts scream at you to tread cautiously, to be alert to the unseen perils that may lie in wait within the shadows.

Prey.

You have the sudden, panicky realization that you’re prey. The thought builds a solid, uncomfortable itch between your shoulder blades. Every fiber of your being trembles with the realization that you are nothing more than some predator's next quarry in this treacherous domain. The weight of vulnerability settles upon you like a suffocating shroud, your senses heightened to the point of hypersensitivity. There could be something hungry watching you in the distance, just waiting for you to tire yourself out. The notion of unseen eyes fixated upon your weary form fuels a primal panic, evoking a primal fight-or-flight response deep within your core.

Your fingers, numbed by the biting cold, clench around the knife, its presence offering a meager reassurance in this harrowing moment. With determined resolve, you steady your breathing, allowing each inhalation to calm your racing heart. One deliberate step at a time, you advance through the snow-laden terrain, your movements slow and measured, as if treading upon fragile ice.

Every crunch of snow beneath your boots feels deafening, resonating through the wintry silence. The haunting stillness amplifies the tension, heightening the suspense as you inch closer to the source of the disturbance.

It's a man, slumped against the trunk of a massive tree, his body partly concealed by the swiftly accumulating snow. As you cautiously draw nearer, you observe his disheveled state, lying motionless on his side. Your attention is immediately drawn to his coat, a patchwork of furs and skins stitched together from different animals. The garment stands out as peculiar, though it appears to provide warmth in this frigid environment.

There's someone else out here? The presence of another person this far into The Maw surprises you. Something along the back of your mind flares red in warning, reminding you of the possibility that this could be a trap. With this warning at the back of your thoughts, you proceed with caution, prepared for any untoward situation that may arise.

Knife held steady, you kneel next to his form. The snow immediately soaks through the material of your pants, burning cold against your skin.

With your knife still in hand, you carefully lower yourself beside the man, the icy snow seeping through your pants and chilling your skin. “Hey,” you call quietly, eyes assessing the stranger's face.

The thought crosses your mind: What if he's in a situation similar to yours? Lost and vulnerable in this treacherous wilderness, in desperate need of assistance?

Despite being unconscious, the man continues to shiver uncontrollably. His trembling is so intense that it causes the snow around him to tremble as well. The exposed patches of skin beneath his peculiar coat are inflamed, their bright pink hue indicative of discomfort. His features appear slack, his hair splayed out against the snowy ground, forming a stark contrast of black against white. You observe that his lips have taken on a slight bluish tint. Worry grips your heart as you implore, "Hey, you need to wake up. We have to get you up."

With mounting urgency, you observe the man's lack of response as his head remains nestled in the snow, becoming adorned with a delicate layer of white flakes. The sound of the knife slipping back into its sheath echoes softly, as your hands instinctively reach out to press against the stranger's shoulders in a desperate attempt to rouse him. "Hey, come on!" you plead.

Although his chest rises and falls with each shuddering breath, indicating that he is indeed alive, you still place a finger on his neck to feel for a pulse. It's slow, alarmingly sluggish compared to your own racing heartbeat. "Fuck! Wake up, wake up, wake up!" you chant urgently, slapping his cheeks with your gloved fingers. His skin feels unnaturally cold, even through the protective layer of your gloves.

As the man's eyes flutter open, his brow furrows with confusion, and he mumbles something barely audible. His head lolls back into the snow, and he shifts, his elbow digging into the snowy ground.

"Hey, hi. That's it. Look at me," you urge, your voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. You grasp his shoulders and gently tug, trying to encourage him to sit up. "Come on, you can't stay here. You need to get up. Is there somewhere warm nearby?"

His eyes finally open fully, revealing a glimpse of gray irises before they quickly close again. "No, no, no, come on!" you implore, cupping the base of his skull with one hand and using your other hand to deliver a firm but gentle slap to his cheek, attempting to bring him back to consciousness.

If he's here, there must be some sort of human settlement nearby. Somewhere warm and safe.

As you contemplate the possibility, your attention is abruptly drawn to your left by a movement in the snow. Panic grips you as you witness something massive and black emerging from beneath a thick layer of white.

"F-Fuck!" you scream, unable to contain your shock and fear. Your eyes widen as you realize it's a colossal snake tail, stretching out straight and partially buried in the snow. The unexpected sight causes you to lose your balance, and you fall back onto the cold ground, landing on your backside. "What the fuck!" you exclaim, your voice filled with a mix of terror and disbelief.

He's a Naga. An actual Naga, half snake half man. You've only heard of them in legends, tales whispered back and forth among the children of your village. Even in the darkness of the forest, his black scales glitter up at you like diamonds.

Stuck in your awe, now waist deep in the snow, you're suddenly reminded just how cold it is. Even with excited adrenaline making your limbs all jittery and sweaty, it's still freezing. The snow is falling more rapidly now, wind whistling through the trees to twist and warp their smaller branches.

Surging forward onto your knees, you move to cup his face yet again, intending to continue your prodding. If only you could get him up, he could save you both.

“Hsssssssh,” he hisses at you, teeth bared. His head doesn't rise, resting heavy in the snow, but a jaw full of sharp fangs widens in full aggressive display right next to your hand. Silvery eyes suddenly wide and alert, he glares up at you with a vicious heat, flaring a pointed tongue out to taste the air. “Hhhuman,” his nose curls up at the word.

The sight of his long, white incisors strikes cold fear into your heart. It brings you pause, fingers trembling against his pale cheek. “H-hey,” you start shakily, struggling to meet his gaze. His pupils are sharp, the thin pin prick lines of a predator. When he blinks, a thin translucent membrane precedes the eyelid, startlingly inhuman. You pause for a moment, your fingers still trembling against his pale cheek. Despite the fear coursing through you, you muster the courage to speak, your voice quivering. Meeting his gaze, you try to convey empathy and urgency.

“Hey,” you stutter, your voice barely audible as you try again. “I understand you’re wary, but we can’t stay here. It’s dangerously cold. We need to find shelter. Please, let’s get up and find somewhere warm.”

“Cold,” he repeats with a hiss. Claws dig into the snow by your knee. He blinks heavily, struggling, “Why…”

He’s clearly disoriented, prompting you to speak slowly and gently, trying to guide him to sit up.

“Come on! We need to find somewhere nearby, somewhere warm,” you encourage, tugging at his shoulders in an attempt to rouse him from his daze.

“Warm,” he mutters, eyes fluttering with a vague sense of recognition. Slowly, he rises, causing his magnificent, 20-foot-long tail to shake off the snowy coating. Its pitch-black scales glisten in the dim light, an awe-inspiring sight. “Nest.”

“Do you live somewhere nearby?” you inquire, keeping a close eye on his movements. Once he manages to prop himself up on the bend of his tail, he leans heavily against your side, almost toppling you over. With one hand on his back for support, you guide him forward, urging him to lead the way.

“Where is your nest?” you ask, hoping he can direct you to a warm and safe place nearby.

"Cave," he slurs, his voice muffled against your neck. As he stands upright, you realize he's slightly shorter than you. His heavy eyes close and open, struggling to stay alert. He trembles against your side, his senses keen as he tastes the air once more. "Human. Don't need your help."

The mention of a cave ignites a spark of hope within you. If there's a cave, it must be located on the edge of The Spine, nestled among the rocks on the mountainside. With renewed determination, you wrap your arm around his back, fingers pressing gently into the small of his waist. "Come on. Can you guide me there?" you implore, relying on his knowledge to find the refuge you both desperately need.

“Mhmmm,” he mutters nonsensically as his face burrows into the warmth of your neck, his cold nose pressing against your collarbone. He doesn’t respond to your question, instead leaning heavily against your side. “Warm.”

“Hey hey,” you pat his hip, trying to pull him forward as you take a step forward. “Don't fall asleep again. Come on, move with me.” He does, tail sliding back and forth through the snow behind your huddled forms.

The progress is slow and arduous, each step a struggle as you practically drag him forward through the snow. The falling snow obscures your vision, but you spot a faint path ahead, partially covered by fresh snowfall. The wide trail left by his tail serves as a guide, leading you deeper into the wintry landscape.

"Come on, almost there," you urge, your voice strained. The weight of his body feels overwhelming, causing your bones to protest with each movement. The biting cold sears your face and ears, and the wetness on your pants becomes a painful reminder of the freezing temperatures. You can only imagine the suffering the man at your side endures. His fur coat, now soaked through, adds to his misery, and you feel his trembling against your side. How long has he been out here, exposed to the elements?

Throughout the entire journey, the Naga’s delirious muttering continues against your neck. His words are incoherent, mixed with occasional hisses and the repeated mention of warmth. You even feel the wet brush of his forked tongue against your skin at one point. He clings to you, one arm draped across your back, fingers digging into your far hip.

“There we go,” you gasp, the strain evident in your heaving chest as you continue pulling him forward. The physical exertion keeps you warm, though having sweat-soaked clothes in the midst of the storm is far from ideal. As you near the base of The Spine, the path grows more treacherous. The rugged terrain, with its sharp rocks and hidden crevices beneath the thick snow, demands careful navigation. Each step becomes a deliberate effort, further slowing your progress.

The winds howl fiercely, swirling the snow around you in a blinding flurry. It’s difficult to keep your bearings, but you know you can’t afford to stop. The cave must be near, offering the possibility of respite from the harsh elements. You cling to that thought, pushing through the exhaustion and pain.

After what feels like an eternity, you catch sight of a dark opening nestled among the rocks. It's the cave you've been searching for. Relief floods through you, pushing you forward with renewed determination. With every ounce of energy you can muster, you guide the Naga towards the entrance. It's camouflaged amidst the snow-covered rocks, barely noticeable. The opening is a narrow crack in the cliff side, just wide enough for you to squeeze through.

You pull him in behind you, tugging at his arm. He manages to squeeze himself inside, and the moment he fully enters the warm cavern, he succumbs to unconsciousness.

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okay well. here's my version of the percico hunger games au:

nico's meant to be part of the careers, being reaped in district one (luxury) when he's sixteen/seventeen - except, well, he didn't actually receive training. bianca had and tried to pass on what she knew but it was clear which child hades was interested in keeping alive (or is it). she died in an accident exactly a week before the reaping. and it was decidedly too late to fix his mistake and teach nico what he'd passed onto bianca. the other careers know this and to be frank, nico's just been abandoned and considered useless by pretty much everyone, mentor included. (the di angelo aren't even from district one. hades and maria met during his victory tour - and the capitol turned a blind eye when he kept visiting district twelve and eventually brought the kids back with him after her death.)

percy's the one to volunteer from district twelve, in his last year being reaped too (eighteen), in place of estelle (12, in her first year being reaped) - and he knows he's doing everything to get home. he has a sister and a mother and paul, the only father he's ever known. percy has something to go back to (in the same way nico doesn't), he has no training but he's strong enough from physical work that it's not impossible and that's what matters (percy would be from district four, conceived from poseidon's own victory tour. except he'd really had no interest in the child, not like hades had).

here's how it starts:

day one: nico, the supposed career, is shunned by his group. percy hears them say it'd be mercy, to send him back to his sister and mother (he doesn't like it. not a bit. percy's an older brother, values his family more than anything. they couldn't have said anything worse than that in his mind) and witnesses the fight that ensues - nico is fast, skilled enough with knives but not nearly on their level. it's the anger that fuels him enough to come out of it bruised but whole (after that, they get even more ruthless). the anger and percy, who's quite eager to put them in their places too (if he breaks one of their arms, will the capitol be able to heal it before they get into the arena? he's more than willing to find out). that's their first real interaction - and nico comes out of it angry at percy for getting involved, asking if he really thought nico was this defenceless. percy's just as mad and yells back that they both are, when everyone thinks they're easy pickings.

day two: day after, nico doesn't apologize but he trains near percy and gives him what little information he has on the other careers and from what bianca taught him. they're not friends, they bicker and pretty much bring out each other's most sarcastic self (and maybe that's the closest thing to friendship they've got so. you know).

day two, evening: training scores - percy gets an 8, incredibly high for someone with this little training but not overly so ("don't become a priority for them"). nico gets the full 11, to percy's concern. when asked how he achieved that score and if he knows that he just put a massive target on his back, nico seems decidedly unbothered.

day three: the interviews. they're both dressed up obviously but they joke (kind of) backstage about missing the cuts and bruises they'd given each other ("oh, you don't have my gift anymore? well that's ungrateful of you."). and here's the moment we've been waiting for: nico is asked about girlfriends and shrugs it off, it moves onto boyfriends. other tributes are mentioned, nico looks uncomfortable and blushes but doesn't reveal anything. at this point the interviewer is convinced it's another tribute, though, and brings it up with every other male in the other districts. it gets to percy who, having been "taught" to keep the public's attention by his mentor, runs with it (the blush is real, it's embarrassing, but he spins his little alliance with nico into a full blown friendship, not revealing anything truly incriminating but giving them hints of what they want). nico's mad, again. percy is also mad at him for reacting with anger - didn't percy just ensure them a better shot at victory? what exactly has him so pissed off?

night before the games start: percy doesn't want to go into the arena mad at his only ally, nico agrees. percy tells him about his family, his reasons to go home - when asked about his own, nico says he has nothing (hades and his stepmother didn't even visit after the reaping). percy is uncomfortable, asks him what he means by that, surely there must be a single reason. nico doesn't answer. percy understands what he's not saying, nico has no intention of going home and he never did. probably got an 11 just to make it easier and got mad when percy ensured them at least a couple sponsors for the same reason. nico leaves, giving him a last goodbye. this is when his safety becomes another priority for percy (mirroring canon percy with his search for nico), if percy himself can't win he wants it to be nico - he'll drag him kicking and screaming to the end if he has to. when the thought of having to kill nico pops up he pushes it down, unwilling to entertain it. no need to be worried about it, just yet (literally going "that's future percy's problem").

stopping here bc i might actually write this and im not giving the whole plot JUST YET (suggest mentors/tributes btw just be aware most of them WILL die, the only ones that are 100% going to live are percico).

#pjo #hoo #nico di angelo #percico #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pernico #nicercy #hunger games au #pjo fic #pjo huger games au #percico hunger games au

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romanxeisdeadbutimnot · 1 month

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Redfang Zosan // I walk into your dagger for the last time

Wip of the fanfic im making for this au

The anger you are born with is your own, and yet foreign. You were never who you were supposed to be – that degrading voice that speaks so loudly in your head everytime you do as so much as breath grips at your core, reminding you that you are nothing.

He clenched his jaw, the silence of the room making everything seem so much louder.

Sanji sat on the corner of his bed, the loose clothes that wrapped his body feeling uncomfortable and filthy no matter how many times he had washed them. This moment of solitude was nothing new, but for once nobody would walk in and berate him. He wouldn’t have to deal with the reprucussions of being bothered.

He was finally alone, but only because he made it so. Their nagging voices seemed to cling to his mind rather than their screams, their bouts of anger that every single one of them felt.

Sanji wasn’t special – he was supposed to be the one who made their family big, to be anybody else than who he was right now.

Cold and empty wasn’t something new, and Sanji had lost that gnawing feeling inside of his gut that should fuel his survival. It felt deserved, for his hunger was fueled only by selflessness.

Kindness for himself was not known, and it may be too late to teach him.

The temptation to drain that damn pest he allowed to live only to help him find a way out of this hellhole. Sanji had known the outside world very rarely, and even though he was limited, the yearing for the idea of a life away from his family was strong enough to keep him going most days.

Self destruction wasn’t limited to one’s suicidal demise – it was for not knowing how to deal with the hurt, and the wanting for any sort of control. It was an excuse in his mind for him to dig himself a deeper grave, and bringing down anyone else he could. An unlovable creature, a vampire born to suck away any sort of life no matter the meaning.

On days like this, Sanji came closer to lashing out than normal. Of course, that stranger that had only given him a meal a day or two ago would know nothing of this. He was meerly a tool to get what Sanji wanted, even if it meant tearing out his own throat with a dagger.

The coldness of the undead was nothing in comparison to the horrors of the mind.

A sudden crash – Sanji jumped, his thoughts flying out window. Irratiional fear of the worst made Sanji feel sick, but that didn’t stop him from dashing out of the room.

The mansion was big, but Sanji never really knew anything else. It was easy for him to nagivate, and he quickly found the stranger on the first floor hasiltly trying to collect the broken pieces of a pot.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

A hiss, followed by an angry lunge at the green haired freak.

“Do you plan on breaking everything?!”

“It’s not my fault everything here is ancient!”

#one piece #one piece anime #zosan #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji #zoro #writing #zosan fanfic #redfang! zosan

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 4 months

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Hi!! How are you fellow ace person? I came across your blog recently and um in love! Could I request some fluffy headcanons for Marina from Fear and Hunger with a male S/O? Preferably in a scenario after the ending where everyone survives the Termina festival? Thank you <33

Ps. Love your writing style! have a nice day/night :]

Hello fellow Ace Person! I am doing well! And you most certainly can request some! Also, thanks for the compliment! I do try and hold myself to a particular standard of quality.

NOW! YOU WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

(I wish there were more high quality Marina .Png's)

Marina Dolmek sat on the living room sofa with her arms crossed and a scowl carved onto her face as she glared at the coffee table.

Oh how she despised those nightmares of hers.

Still… it’s to be expected after… everything that happened in Prehevil.

The things she saw in that place were going to stick with her for the rest of her life.

Everyone in her little family of mutually adopted crazies would say the same.

Even now, as she looked out the window, she could see the lights in their homes flicker.

Nonetheless.

Marina was happy.

It had been five years since Prehevil by this point.

Their group had rode the rails for days, until the train ran out of coal to keep itself fueled.

Then they got out, and walked.

And walked.

Eventually, they came to this place.

It was small, and out of the way but still had modern amenities with it being semi close to a port city.

After learning that, it was decided.

Everyone called for what living family they had.

Getting Marcoh’s sister was perhaps the most… complicated of the retrievals…

However, it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle.

Especially with Levi having an actual marksman rifle as opposed to some beat up, barely functioning pistol.

But, despite how much her and Marcoh’s sister hit it off talking about girly things, that was not what she enjoyed most about getting her out here.

That honor goes to her meeting you when their group got back.

She admits she doesn’t remember much about what happened.

As it turns out, using the magic of a new god called “The Tormented One” a bit too much can cause some… backlash.

Nothing too bad…

Just her feeling like her skin is being flayed off, her blood boiling, and her skull is being cracked open by massive fists.

Still, Marina was a tough girl, and she only screamed a little…

Okay, a lot.

Nonetheless, after she felt normal again, she woke up to see the person who took care of her the entire time she was… indisposed.

That person was you.

From there, she took an interest in you.

She didn’t know why.

Mayhaps the dredges of the long dead Sylvian brought the two of you together?

If so, she would have to thank her in some way.

And maybe do the same for the Tormented One, if a bit spitefully.

“Can’t sleep?” your groggy voice shook Marina out of her thoughts.

“Not really, sorry if I woke you.” Marina responded.

“Hmmh.” you grunted in response as you sat next to her, placing your head on her shoulder.

“Marina?” You muttered.

“Yes?” Marina responded.

“I love you.” You told her drowsily.

“Awww! I love you too!” Marina cooed, happy you were probably too asleep to notice the blush on her face.

You were not.

#fear & hunger #fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger x reader #marina x reader #fear and hunger marina #marina #marina dolmek

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Title: "Entangled Desires"

Jude jazza x reader

Note: This for @judejazza and this fanfiction is for her 300 followers event I just want to say congratulations and I hope you keep on making people smile and I hope you reach more followers and I will always be here to support you 💖

Warnings: A bit of NSFW this just my first time writing like this content so beware!!! At your own risks !!

Amidst the neon-lit streets of the city, Jude 's sharp gaze pierced through the night, his trench coat billowing behind him as he pursued leads in a case that gripped the city in fear. You, his steadfast partner, were always by his side, your unwavering loyalty a beacon in the darkness.But this case was different. It wasn't just about solving a mystery; it was about confronting the demons of possessiveness that lurked within the shadows. As the investigation unfolded, tension crackled between you and Jude, igniting sparks of desire that neither of you could ignore. Caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Jude's protective instincts surged, his possessive nature revealing itself in unexpected ways. Yet, beneath the hardened exterior, a vulnerability emerged, drawing you closer to him with each passing moment.As the stakes soared, so did the heat between you and Jude, passion simmering just beneath the surface. With danger lurking around every corner, you found solace in each other's arms, navigating the treacherous path together, bound by an unbreakable bond of love and possession.

As the investigation intensified, so did the intensity of your connection with Jude. Each clue unraveled led you deeper into the heart of the mystery, but also deeper into each other's souls. In the quiet moments between chasing leads and dodging danger, you found solace in the warmth of Jude's embrace, his touch a promise of protection in a world fraught with uncertainty.But as the case reached its climax, so did the danger. Caught in a deadly game orchestrated by the twisted desires of the culprit, you and Jude faced your most perilous challenge yet. With the lives of innocents hanging in the balance, you stood side by side, ready to fight against the darkness threatening to consume everything you held dear. In the heat of the final confrontation, Jude's possessiveness transformed into an unyielding determination to keep you safe at all costs. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you fought alongside him, fueled by love and the unbreakable bond forged through shared danger.

When the dust settled and the last echoes of the chaos faded into the night, you found yourselves standing victorious, united in triumph and bound by a love that transcended even the darkest of shadows. In each other's arms, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, together you could conquer anything.

As the tension crackled between you and Jude, every touch ignited a fiery passion that burned brighter with each passing moment. His hands, rough yet gentle, traced every curve of your body, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a hunger that consumed you both.

In the heat of the moment, words became unnecessary, replaced by the primal language of desire. Your lips crashed together in a feverish kiss, tongues intertwining in a dance of longing and need. The world melted away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a web of ecstasy.

With each caress, each whispered promise of love, the flames of passion soared higher, consuming you both in a blaze of unbridled desire. Bodies entwined, hearts pounding in sync, you surrendered to the overwhelming force of your connection, lost in a haze of pleasure and intoxicating heat.

In that moment of unbridled passion, there was no past, no future, only the fiery intensity of the present. And as you soared together towards the pinnacle of ecstasy, you knew that no matter what challenges awaited you, the flames of your love would burn eternally, casting away the shadows and lighting the path forward, together.

Jude's voice was low and husky as he murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin. "I've never needed anything as much as I need you right now," he confessed, his hands trailing down your body with a possessiveness that sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through you.

You met his gaze, your eyes alight with desire as you whispered back, "I'm yours, Jude. Completely and utterly yours." And with those words, the floodgates of passion burst open between you, each touch and kiss a testament to the depth of your longing.

In the hushed silence of the night, your voices merged in a symphony of desire, each word a declaration of love and devotion. "I'll protect you, always," Jude vowed, his voice a fierce promise against the darkness. "And I'll stand by your side, no matter what," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion.

Together, you surrendered to the irresistible pull of passion, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that in each other's arms, you had found not only solace, but a love that would burn brighter than any flame, lighting the way through even the darkest of nights.

With every touch, the intensity between you and Jude grew, the heat of desire building into an inferno that threatened to consume you both. His lips trailed fiery kisses along your skin, leaving a trail of longing in their wake, while your hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of muscle with a hunger that matched his own.

"I need you," Jude whispered, his voice raw with longing, as he pressed his body against yours, the heat of his skin searing against your own. "I need you more than anything.

You responded with a fervent kiss, pouring all of your passion and desire into the embrace. "I'm here," you murmured against his lips, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm yours, Jude. Always."

In that moment, there were no words left unsaid, no barriers between you. There was only the fierce, unyielding connection that bound you together, a bond forged in the flames of desire and tempered by the trials you had faced together.

As you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything. And in the heat of your passion, you found not only release, but a love that would endure for eternity.

In the throes of passion, time seemed

to stand still, the outside world fading

away as you and Jude became lost in

each other. Every touch, every caress, was a testament to the depth of your connection, a bond that transcended mere physicality. As the intensity peaked, a symphony of moans and whispers filled the air,

mingling with the sound of your racing hearts. In that moment of perfect unity, you felt as though nothing else mattered, as though you were the only two souls in existence, bound together by an unbreakable thread of desire.

And as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you knew that this was more than just a fleeting moment of passion. It was a declaration of love, a promise of devotion that would endure long after the flame subsided.

In the aftermath, as you lay entwined in each other's arms, a sense of peace washed over you. For in that moment, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you would always find your way back to this place of blissful unity, where nothing else mattered but the fire burning between you.

Wrapped in the afterglow of your passion, Jude held you close, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your chest. "I never want to let you go," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with conviction.

You nestled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping you like a protective shield. "You don't have to," you whispered back, your words a promise as sacred as any vow. "I'm here, Jude, and I'm not going anywhere."

In that moment, as the world outside faded into insignificance, you knew that together, you were invincible. No challenge was too great, no obstacle too daunting, a one. as you faced it as one

With a sense of contentment settling over you, you closed your eyes, letting yourself drift into a peaceful slumber, knowing that when you woke, Jude would still be there, his love a constant beacon in the tumultuous sea of life.

With a shared glance heavy with desire, you and Jude rose from the tangled sheets, a silent agreement passing between you as you made your way to the bedroom. Each step felt charged with anticipation, the air thick with the promise of pleasure yet to come.

As you entered the dimly lit room, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of intimacy. With trembling hands, you reached for each other, shedding clothing with a sense of urgency that spoke volumes of your mutual longing.

In the soft glow of candlelight, Jude's touch ignited sparks of desire along your skin, sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through you. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, a dance of passion and yearning that bounds.

With every kiss, every caress, the flames of desire soared higher, until you were consumed by an all-encompassing need for each other. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, you surrendered to the pleasure that washed over you, each sensation more exquisite than the last.

In the hushed stillness of the bedroom, you and Jude became one, your bodies entwined in a symphony of passion that echoed through the night. And as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you knew that this was only the beginning of a journey filled with endless nights of blissful ecstasy.

With whispered words of love and devotion, you surrendered yourselves completely to each other, your connection deepening with every breathless moment. The boundaries between you blurred as passion and intimacy intertwined, binding you together in a bond that felt unbreakable.

In the quiet aftermath, as you lay entwined in each other's arms, a sense of peace washed over you. The world outside may have been chaotic andembrace, you found sanctuary. With soft murmurs of affection, you exchanged tender kisses, each one a testament to the depth of your love.

embrace, you found sanctuary. With soft murmurs of affection, you exchanged tender kisses, each one a testament to the depth of your love.

In the intimate embrace of the bedroom, you and Jude moved with a fluidity born of shared desire, each touch igniting a fire that blazed hotter with every caress. Bodies melded together in a dance as old as time, their movements a symphony of passion and longing.

With each tender kiss, you tasted the sweetness of surrender, your hearts beating in perfe yourselves wh rmony as you gave each other. Every whisper of love, every breathless moan,echoed through the room, a testament to the depth of your connection.

As the intensity peaked, pleasure surged through you both, igniting a wildfire of ecstasy that consumed you completely. In the throes of passion, you found a kind of intimacy that transcended the physical, a merging of souls that left you breathless and undone.And as you reached the pinnacle of bliss together, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memories forever, a testament to the boundless power of love. In each other's arms, you found not only ecstasy, but a profound sense of belonging that would endure long after the flames of passion had subsided.In the tender aftermath, as your bodies remained entwined, a sense of tranquility settled over you both, like the calm after a storm. You traced lazy patterns on Jude's skin, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, a comforting reminder of the love that bound you together.

With whispered words of adoration, you reveled in the intimacy of the moment, savoring the closeness you shared. In the gentle glow of moonlight filtering through the window, you found solace in the sanctuary of each other's arms, knowing that in this sacred space, you were truly home.

As the night wore on, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, content in the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm. And as dreams of tomorrow danced through your minds, you slept soundly, cradled in the embrace of a love that knew no bounds.

@judejazza happy 300 followers💖

Quote from Jude: I love you always my beloved wife even sometimes you are so silly 💖

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oneshotnewbie · 1 month

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hi, I hope you're well! I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to write a Carol Peletier x child or teen!reader where she's super overprotective of reader because reader reminds her so much of Sophia and doesn't want to lose reader who is like a daughter to her like she lost Sophia? ty! -🍄

Authors note: Reader is approximately Sophia's age when she disappeared. So around 11-13 years old, at least that's how I imagined it. Hope you like it, little mushroom ♥

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Carol Peletier stood on night watch at the edge of the camp, her eyes piercing the dense treetops as her mind sank into memories of days gone by. The loss of her daughter Sophia a few years ago had scarred her; her heart was broken by the turmoil of the entire apocalypse. But on this day an unexpected encounter would take a positive turn in her life.

A group of new survivors approached the gates of Alexandria slowly and with hunger. Among them was a young person whose appearance immediately caught Carol's attention. With disheveled hair and a torn sweater, your figure appeared fragile and insecure in the group of older people. There was something in your gaze that made the gray-haired woman pause.

When you newcomers entered the society, an atmosphere of uncertainty and mistrust surrounded you. But Carol was already determined to stand by you and give you a new, better life. She recognized in you something of Sophia, her beloved but departed daughter. It wasn't just your looks, but also the innocent and shy way you moved and spoke that made Carol remember.

"What is your name, my child?" Carol asked softly as she approached you. The other survivors looked on suspiciously, but Carol didn't let that stop her. “Y/n,” you replied quietly, your gaze full of fear, the terror reflecting in your eyes.

Carol felt a pang in her heart and she knew immediately that she would do anything to protect you, just as she would have done for her own daughter. She smiled comfortingly and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, immediately feeling the connection between the two of you. "Welcome to Alexandria, Y/n. You're safe here," she assured you, averting the gaze of the other survivors.

In the days and week that followed, Carol watched you carefully. She helped you navigate in the community, gave you advice, and stood by you when you were shunned or teased by other younger survivors. The gray-haired woman recognized in you not only the vulnerability of a child in this harsh world, but also an incredible strength and will to survive behind the shy facade.

You slowly began to crawl out of your shell, fueled by Carol's care and support. You began to settle into the community and even made a few friends like Judith among the other survivors.

But you remained special to Carol. You were a second chance for her, a chance to right the wrongs of the past and replace a lost daughter. Every day she fought to keep you safe, because in your eyes she still saw the innocent face of her beloved Sophia.

And so she watched over you with dogged determination, ready to fight anyone who even tried to harm you.

Over the weeks, the atmosphere in Alexandria became significantly more tense as news of Alpha's threat spread. The residents were alarmed when they heard that the feared leader of the Whisperers was nearby with her community and was personally threatening to attack the community and especially the new addition if she didn't get what she demanded. Carol felt the fear in the air and the worry in her heart, but also the determination to protect her group, which had long been a close family to her.

Her thoughts immediately went to you. You had now become an integral part of Carol's life, like a daughter, and the worry for you burned in her heart like a blazing flame while the very idea made her throat tight. She couldn't imagine losing you like she had once lost her own daughter.

When she heard that Alpha and her followers were approaching, Carol prepared to do everything she could to defend her community, and especially you. She knew she couldn't let anyone hurt you or the other residents. Especially not Alpha, whose hatred towards the gray-haired woman was particularly severe.

The tension reached its peak when the Whisperers finally appeared at the gates of Alexandria. Carol stood ready on the tower, clutching her bow tightly, her eyes blazing with pure hatred and anger. The menacing figure in her leather mask stepped forward and fixed Carol with a cold and unyielding gaze, ignoring the others in the group, before her gaze shifted to you, who was standing behind Carol, trying to hide.

"My child, why are you trying to hide? Come out and show your pretty face," Alpha began, cutting through the silence with a voice as sharp as steel. Carol felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized her only interest was in you. As you stepped forward and grabbed her forearm, you sought her proximity to bind your fear while you showed yourself to Alpha. "You don't get to talk to her, do you understand me? Y/n is part of our community and I won't hand her over to you."

The tension hung over Alexandria like a heavy veil and the residents stood in silence behind the gates as they waited for the inevitable. "She has such a beautiful, young face. And I want it."

Carol's eyes darted down to you for a brief moment before she bit her lip hard, the metallic taste spreading in her mouth. "She will be the first to die if we attack," Alpha spoke and a feeling of terror gripped Carol. She promised herself that nothing would happen to you. Not after everything she'd been through. She knew she had to fight to protect you now. Even if it meant going against Alpha and the rest of the Whisperers.

"You don't dare harm a single hair on her head." replied the gray-haired one in a firm and determined voice, her eyes sparkling in a dark hue. She couldn't allow herself to act without thinking and put you in danger. "I will protect her, no matter what the cost."

You looked at Carol with wide eyes. You were scared, but you trusted her enough to know she was doing the right thing. Meanwhile, Alpha laughed darkly and took a step closer to the gate, her eyes still glued to you. "You think you can protect her? You're just as weak as the others in this community."

Carol felt anger seeping into every fiber of her being, but she forced herself to remain calm. She had to keep a calm mind if she wanted to protect you, and her love drove her to calm her racing heart. She signaled you with a nudge of her head to step back behind her and you did as you were told while she remained steadfast in her position like a lioness.

"You may think I'm weak, but I'll do anything to protect her." Carol declared firmly. Alpha laughed scornfully, but the grey-haired woman could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "You will see how weak you are when the time comes. But until then we will retreat. But remember, the clock is ticking for your little protege."

With these words, Alpha turned and disappeared into the darkness with her company. Carol took a deep breath, her hands shaking with tension as she sank to her knees and pulled you into a tight hug. She knew the fight for survival had only just begun. But she would do anything to make sure you survived. "Are you okay, my love?"

You nodded and she began to smile, although her eyes were still shining with worry. "As long as I'm here, I'll make sure you're safe. You're like a daughter to me, and I won't ever let you down." She knew you were safe, at least for now. But Carol also knew that the fight for survival was far from over. And she would fight until her last breath to protect you.

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 14)

So, this is it. This is where my rating will finally make real sense because there will be smut - for real this time. No more teasing you. I sincerely hope it was worth the wait. Why am I nervous about this?

Sincerely posted while being mad because tumblr didn't let the post show up on tags. Hopefully works now... It was the goddamn gif... Now, enjoy, I need sleep desperately.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You)

You could simply swallow – the rollercoaster of emotions this night put you through would probably have caused you to age an entire century by tomorrow. Nonetheless, you were helplessly overrun by lust when Astarion pushed you roughly against the nearest stonewall with his own body. Immediately you could feel that the blood on him started to soak through your clothes as well.

The vampire’s gaze was intense: hunger, desire, need, lust – all for you. His tongue darted out again, licking off some more of the blood around his mouth and he took time to especially run it over one of his canines. His lips turned slowly into a knowing smile as he watched your flushing face. His body pressed fully against you – hard.

Gods, was it even remotely okay to be so aroused at this and after what had just happened? To feel the heat pulsing between your legs as Astarion watched you hungrily, the blood splatters on his face not even dry? You could feel your nipples harden again and you felt the desperate urge to rub yourself against this impossible man – to feel his body against yours and finally set the kindling fire that he had been fueling all night to an all-consuming inferno. You writhed against him, desperate to get friction and get you out of this limbo of heedless and immobile lust. You clawed one hand into the vampire’s shirt trying to pull him even closer, your other hand wandering down between the two of you, wanting to find the evidence that it wasn’t you alone that was slowly burning up inside.

When you found it and wasted no time in eagerly rubbing Astarion’s rock-hard erection, he broke the silence that had spread between you and moaned hoarsely, his head lolling back. “Gods, I wanted you to touch me there the whole night.” You didn’t reply, too eager to keep feeling just how much he wanted you. And so, you decided to do him another favour and first dragged your hand up his hardened length, then over his waistband of his leather pants, only to let them sink down beneath the hem and underwear and work him without anything in between wasting precious friction. His facial expression turned ecstatic, his lips opened. His right hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it hard, the other eagerly moved up your torso under your shirt until it found the curve of your naked breast beneath and then the hardened peak of it. He started toying with it: twisting, turning, squeezing.

Finally, finally, he was touching you and started to make good on his promise. You could feel the tension was really starting to manifest itself between your legs in a dampening sensation. You were almost positive you must’ve been dripping for him at this point. A desperate moan escaped your lips which earned you looks of approval by Astarion.

You worked his hardness even more forceful, making him groan again. “You naughty little girl!”, he exclaimed breathlessly. Then with a growl he pressed into you even harder, the stones of the wall were pressing sharply into your back - but you’d have been lying if that didn’t make you even wetter.

He grabbed your hands and forced them up over your head and made to hold you so, helplessly, with just one of his hands while the other that had been on your breast went where yours just had been accordingly – your pants. His fingers slipped between your slick folds, immediately found what they were looking for and started rubbing your clit fervently. Proving without a doubt why there could never be any other than him.

“Gods, so eager, my sweet little pup”, he whispered, his breath rushing over your face when he felt how much he affected you. Then he started kissing you feverishly, his silver tongue taking your mouth, demanding and dominant. You tried to take it up with him but there was no way you could keep up with the force of nature this man was.

He let his mouth wander to your jawbone up to the lowest part of your ear, his lips softer now. Your head rolled back, your eyes were closed trying to focus solely on the sensation of everywhere his body touched yours. Only somewhere far away in your mind did you notice that it had started to rain softly – the drops dripping on both of your faces like warm and gentle caresses.

“Astarion”, you gasped skywards while being held and pleasured by him – prepared to give your whole self to him. The sound of his name from your lips almost shatterede him right on the spot – the way you said it like a prayer and a vow. “You’re my whole heart”, he whispered back while one of his fingers entered you and then another one, while his thumb kept rubbing your most sensitive spot.

You grinded against his fingers with the bit of movement you were able to – the fires inside you rising to new heights. Your head rolls sideways while the vampire nibbled softly on the tip of your ear. You opened your eyes and could see that you weren’t all that far from the main road where street lanterns bathed the cobblestones in golden light. The two of you remained hidden away in the shadows of the dark alleyway, but still for a second you couldn’t help but think what would happen if someone would stop at the entrance to the alley and take a closer look into the darkness…

But your attention immediately snapped back to Astarion when he seductively whispered into your ear again: “My darling, I need you right now – please?” You took in the pleading tone in his voice with utmost satisfaction, savoring the knowledge that you might just have a fraction of the power he held over you. He released your hands from over your head, his free hand now tangling in your hair at the back of your neck and pulling your head back by it.

Your hands wandered over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the muscles move and tense under your touch. “I need you too, love”, you assured him and rolled your hips to grind against his hand even more. He kissed you again then – his movements barely in control now.

Astarion’s tongue wandered down your neck in a straight line while he withdrew himself for the moment from your core which caused you to whimper at the sudden loss. He made to unceremoniously drag down your pants just to under your buttocks while you desperately tried to undo his trousers in the meantime and failed miserably. “Maybe leave it to the professional”, Astarion whispered at you failing to be smooth. His hands went over yours. You could feel your own slickness on his fingers, but he still got the job done in a matter of moments.

It had started to pour now – rain was streaming down on the both of you and drenching you without arousal being the sole reason now. The cool raindrops though did nothing against the blaze building inside the both of you.

When his length sprang free you gasped – just the thought of what would follow making you feral. You grabbed him again, desperate to feel him. The vampire groaned: “Love, if you don’t stop that it’ll be over far sooner than either of us would want.” You heeded his warning and let him lift you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist – folds of your pants awkwardly bunched up between your two bodies. “It would be so much easier if you were wearing skirts”, Astarion smirked breathlessly while he was rubbing his erection against your wet entrance. “Keep dreaming”, you retorted – the last syllable almost shrieked as he settled within you to the hilt with just one swift movement.

You clawed your hands into his shoulders as you tried to get used to the sensation of him inside of you. How many times had you had the pleasure so far? You could never get used to this. Neither could he though, his lips parting as he started to move – rolling his hips while slightly lifting you up with every thrust. You let your head fall back against the stone wall, more and more incapable of forming coherent thoughts. But when he shifted you, so he could hold you up with only arm and managed to sneak a finger between your bodies and started rubbing your clit again was when you completely lost it. Carnal pleasure filled every fiber of your being and you could feel in the unsteady rhythm of Astarion’s movements that he felt just same. When you focused on his face again to take in every one of his emotions you could see the hunger in his eyes and the pure animalistic need for you.

In a split-second decision you let your head fall back again and offered him your neck. In bare instinct his mouth opened, fangs bared, but he hesitated: “Are you sure?” “Do it”, you spurred him on desperately. And he didn’t need more encouragement. He sank his teeth into your neck and drank.

“Gods”, you could only muster as you felt the sharp pain of his teeth rush immediately down to the place between your legs. Astarion kept thrusting into you while he drank your blood. For a moment you wondered what you had done to deserve such incredible pleasures.

“Harder, please”, you managed to whisper all flushed, making Astarion withdraw form your neck with a chuckle and do as he was told.

His movements and soft moans, the feeling of fullness, the sharp stones pressing into your back and his sly fingers – you could feel the cliff coming inevitably. You clenched your core in a desperate try to keep drawing out the moment. But Astarion mercilessly thrust into your harder.

Your head rolled to the side again your eyes glazed over – the height of your conjoined pleasure coming closer. But you saw something in the corner of your eye.

There was someone standing in the entrance to the alley.

You gasped as much in shock as in pleasure which caused Astarion to whip his head around to see what you saw but not stopping his movements.

And then it was already too late, you had already taken the plunge. The growing waves of your orgasm taking you away with them and defenselessly making you moan. And Astarion sure as all hells followed closely behind while focusing the remaining shreds of his composure to stay quiet as he came with you – his face furrowing into a silent hiss while pleasure ran him over.

While not stopping his movements to dampen your pleasure, he shifted again so he could cover your mouth with his hand that was not currently at work on you. His body now the only thing holding you up against between him and the wall. And when you couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as the waves kept coming, he forced his fingers into your mouth leaving you with no choice but to bite down hard. With a whimper you rode out the last of the electric shockwaves while you could still feel your core clenching again and again around Astarion deep inside you.

As you slowly came back to yourself you managed to make out that it was two cadets of the cityguard standing there at the entrance of the alleyway. “They must’ve been long gone by now – no need to search every dark street and corner, waste of time”, one of them mumbled. The other seemed more eager to fulfill his duty, so a short argument followed during which Astarion awkwardly made to slide out of you and set you down on the ground again while you both kept staring at the two guards. Only through a miracle it seemed, they hadn’t noticed you.

Your knees and legs felt wobbly, but Astarion made quick work of redressing you both and making you appear decent again (with one hand) while – finally – the guards turned on their heels and left.

“You can stop biting me now, love”, Astarion whispered to you with a wink and withdrew his fingers from your mouth.

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