#niva writes things

[nivahiem]

I don't necessarily like Christmas: The Christian Holiday. But I do like the Holiday Season. I like cozy winter mornings. I like twinkling lights and shiny baubles. I like giving gifts and spending time with people who matter to me.

I guess what I dislike the idea of performing "Christmas™️" for others.

#niva writes things #niva posts stuff #christmas 22 #Christmas #christmas 2022 #holiday #holidays #holiday season

[techs-goggles9902]

Sha’s Masterlist ✨

Hi, you can call me Sha or Ge’tal. I’m a fan girl, writer, and artist (sometimes). I’m a book nerd! I’m on Instagram ( knee_s0cks1409 ) TikTok ( techs_goggles99 ) , and I make shuffles on Pinterest ( techs_goggles99 ) ! My general tag is Sha Speaks and my art tag is Sha’s art

Fandoms include: The Band Ghost, Star Wars Prequels (TCW and TBB included) & Republic Commando, DC, Arctic Monkeys, Seven Deadly Sins, The Hunger Games, the Outsiders, and Wild Kratts.

REQUESTS FOR FAN FICTION ARE OPEN!

Rules for requests: no clone/clone, rexwalker, rexsoka, spicy stuff, or obikin, or Krattcest, or minor/adult. I will write my oc stories, and if you request it I’ll write your oc into canon typical situations or requested setting.

Send in an ask or dm me if you want to join/leave the tag list!

✉️ = request

⚠️ = possible trigger warning (blood or something)

My longer fics:

Two Souls Entwined

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, (ongoing)

Summary: Niva Veen (oc) x Captain Rex

TBB Modern AU

Masterlist

Summary: TBB in a modern setting.

One Time Things: (maybe)

Fi’s on leave (RC 8015 x gender neutral reader) ✉️

Tech, I don’t fit in (Tech x f!reader plantonic, Raven Skirata cameo) ✉️

I Like You (Rex x medic female reader) ✉️

Why Did You Wait For Me? (Crosshair x female reader) ✉️

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x gender neutral reader) ✉️

CX-2 is all that remains (Tech lives) ✉️

TBB Reacts to Ghost (My interpretation of how Clone Force 99 would react to their s/o listening to Ghost) ✉️

More than sniffles (Hunter x gn reader - who’s sick) ✉️

Clone Heaven (Fives and Fox meet in clone Heaven) ✉️

My art:

Death Troopers Helmet ⚠️

TBB Echo

Cody kicking a clanker

Obi-Wan fell asleep (Codywan)

Brainrot Hunter

@/dangracoon’s oc Jaine Vale x Crosshair

#Sha speaks #star wars #the picture isn’t mine you can find the creator if you zoom in on the bottom right hand corner

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

Skilled enough to master bloodbending even without the full moon, but can’t learn Chi blocking… sounds bullshit but okay.

Niva just sounds really incompetent the more I hear about her. Like she can’t solve problems “”peacefully”” without resorting to an extremely painful method that historically is more like a torture method, seemingly refuses to branch out her skill tree (which is a problem when you’re the fricking avatar), and can’t go five minutes without getting inappropriately touchy feely with her sister (gross).

She is definitely giving that impression.

Like, we don't see much of her being the avatar, as Lily wants to focus on writing romantic coded sibling relationships, but in the second vignette, her first reaction to being startled is to use BLUE FLAME.

That doesn't scream "has mastered all the elements and gained confidence in herself".

I mean, I know why she uses blue flame. It's because Lily wants us to know she mastered it, and she's just so strong you guys.

And it appears the only thing she's really known for in Republic city is that her and her sister romantically love each other (barth) and blood bending children. (And yes, both of those things happen in the vignettes.)

All that really screams "peaceful, confident and stable Avatar."

#avatar niva #lily orchard

[demawrites]

Word Search Tag Game <3

Thank you dear @nirikeehan for the tag. I shall endeavor to find these words and am already laughing because numero uno is a snip from a future chapter of Letters.

broken from Letters to the Dead, (an unpublished upcoming bit)

Niva laid her head on his chest, listening to the gallop of his heart, gradually slowing. Her thumb made little circles on his skin. A comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by her long sigh of contentment, as if some weight that had settled on her chest for days had finally lifted.

tooth This one was tough because apparently I never use "tooth" but I use "teeth" a LOT. Here's one from All of Me Belongs to You, an acotar thing awaiting chapter 2.

Azriel sucked in a breath through his teeth, no more than the barest hiss of air, and yet Elain’s eyes somehow found him, spearing through that crack as if she could See through walls, through darkness, through him. He did not have time to decipher her expression, did not know if it was surprise, or embarrassment, or horror, or anger, or some other, worse emotion she’d invented on the spot, something fitting for his impropriety, his utter shamelessness. He was moving before he could do or say something stupid, folding himself into shadow and emerging in the garden, where the cold air struck him like a slap. He staggered forward, gulping freezing breaths that felt little better than drowning.

stroll from The Somnambulist, a gift for @wabart

Syrillon strolled from the docks that night with customary swagger, as if he’d been drunk on a boat for so long he’d forgotten how to walk like a normal person. As if the damp had sunk into his hips, his knees. That gate of his belied the agility and precision (not to mention, sobriety) he’d been honing even longer, but nobody in Rialto was stupid enough to put that to the test: sailors and horse-thieves both swayed when they moved, yet both had quick hands, quicker blades. This sailor wore his on his belt, obvious and within easy reach. It glittered even in the dim light, a jewel in the hilt glinting red as an ember catching.

civilization Apparently I never use this word. Does "civilians" count? From the next (unpublished) chapter of You're Bad but You're Mine:

It was easy to imagine liking Haven, with everybody celebrating. Soldiers and mages and civilians, arm in arm, playing music on improvised instruments, some with a surprising level of skill. Seeing them like this, one could not help but imagine who they had all been, before joining up with a religious paramilitary organization in the middle of fucking nowhere. Impossible not to wonder what would happen to them all, now that the Breach had been sealed.

satisfied closest I got is satisfaction, from You're Bad but You're Mine, chapter 1

"We’re late," she bit out, eyes straight ahead, locked on the chantry doors. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of meeting the stare she could feel on her, potent as a touch. But she did reach into her pocket, slap a handkerchief against his chest. He had the decency to grab it, and dab delicately at his mouth, his chin. "You’re late. You were supposed to come right away." "Well, I never come before a lady." "Please," Cassandra drawled, "spare me."

Let's SEE let's SEEEEEEE this is gunna be a mixed fandom tagging experience I think

Gunna tag @dreadfutures | @plisuu | @rosella-writes | @serial-chillr | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @wabart | @thesistersarcheron | @velidewrites | @ultadverb | @melonsfantasyworld | @soopsiesdaisies | @inquisimer | @exalted-dawn

(and, of course, anyone else who would like to play)

YOUR WORDS, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT THEM:

soft, shadow, cut, curious, hollow

#writing game #word search game #tagging game #my writing

[demarogue]

Fandom New Years Resolutions for 2023

I don’t want to do any of the Year In Review things because...well, it was a really intense, difficult year and I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked. However! I thought it might be fun to lay out my plans for 2023, keep them reasonable (keep them safe) and try to hype myself up to finish. 

Without further ado, my list that is likely to shift and change:

DRAGON AGE

Fics

Finish Letters to the Dead

Continue You’re Bad but You’re Mine (maybe even finish!? Who knows!)

Finish and post Something Unholy, a Morgon one-shot that was supposed to be for Satinalia but will now be for a random Andrastian holiday because I vastly overestimated the length of December

Solavellan stuff (DA4 has me in a deathgrip)

Some one-shots: Blackwall + Josephine, Comedy of Errors stuff, 

Art

Banners/cover pages for all my fics

Catch up on all commissions/gifts

Finally color my lovely Niva linearts from @dreadfutures

Morgon Tarot card (three guesses which one lol)

Morgon, Niva and Alethea portraits for pfps

ACOTAR

Fics

Finish All of Me Belongs to You (ASAP/early Jan)

Finish A Lily on Thy Brow

Nyx craziness

Past Loves, Lives collection (Young Bats, Amren being Made, Mor’s first time falling for a woman, I’m working on more ideas and for sure would take prompts, hit up my asks!)

A one-shot per month. Probably mostly Elriel but I’m planning to branch out, too

Art

Finish Elriel AU piece for @azrielslight (ASAP/early Jan)

Finish Elriel in the garden piece

Banners/cover pages for all my fics

Feyre slaying the worm

Feyre and her monsters

Buzzcuts in the Illyrian camp/battlefield hairstyle incidents

Some smutty Elriel stuff

18th/19th-century style Portraits of the sisters

RINGS OF POWER/LOTR

Art (Only art because I am not enough of a Tolkein scholar to dare to write stuff)

ALL THE WOMEN. Binders full of em!

also Aragorn and Halbrand. Maybe even together ;)

Lastly, I just want to read more fic. My TBR is so long – if you’re a longfic writer and I started reading and then disappeared into the hills, please know I didn’t lose interest!! I just had A Year, is all. I am excited to return to reading regularly and letting you all know how much I adore you and how unspeakably talented I think you are.

And just for funsies, with NO pressure to join in, I’d love to hear anyone’s fandom resolutions! I’m not going to tag specific folks because I don’t want to be pushy OR leave anyone out so suffice to say, if you can see this I am tagging you in spirit.

#fandom new year's resolutions 2023 #fandom #dragon age #acotar #elriel

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2022 - Day 17 Staging

One of the longer quotes. Meet the full team of fashion: the head of the sewing room Ellie (in the picture you can see her back with a cape on the shoulders), Lea (in the front, doesn't wear clothes here), and Niva, for whom it is a casual job (woman in a headband). Meet also Cherry, who until recently was only a creator of advertising spots - and will soon become the best designer in the entire Workshop.

Honestly speaking, what I like the most about writing Samdy Kids is the possibility of presenting the lives of ordinary people, their ordinary problems, a typical slices of life - but in the extraordinary reality of the fact that everything here is inky and people are deficient (they have no mouth, eyes, sometimes fingers/toes or entire legs).

I drew two sketches for this picture - from the side of the girls at the exhibition and from the side of Cherry. Finally, I drew the first version :)

Fun Fact # 1: Lea was the name of my first cat. She was very thin and petite, but very revengeful, and at the same time wonderful, lovely and cute, which is why my characters of this nature often have her name. Fun Fact # 2: If the room you see here feels familiar to you, that's fine. This is the room in BATIM Chapter 3 that I hate the most because it always spawns Bendy - and I like it the most - for the same reason. I know Bendy will definitely be there, so I can try to prepare for it. Fun Fact # 3: ...But I didn't have the guts to play the game this time so I used this gameplay to draw background here. Bendy jumped in here twice. Gamer from gameplay was calm. I was terrified. Even watching the gameplay, this game makes me scream with fear.

The plot of "Samdy Kids" takes place after Joey's death and the release of all the people from the Workshop. Bendy, together with his children and all the toons (Borises, members of the Butcher Gang), are forced to stay in the Workshop - which, however, doesn't turn out to be a bad thing, when Sammy returns to his family and begins to build New Workshop, an utopian underground country where everyone can live peacefully and happily.

Link to rules of the Ink Demonth.

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Samdy Kids #Ink People #Ellie #Niva #Lea #Cherry #Harry Potter's scarf! #I miss my first cat :c

[applethemedkitchen]

Paul introduced himself to me after venting about the Israel Palestine conflict which I don’t really have anything to add to that conversation I feel like but it was nice to see him be able to express himself and make a connection, he also taught me that a combo is medium and dark roast together. I saw a man with a Bigfoot is real and turquoise ring on. And a dream catcher shirt. Sara told me that she’s a Leo and that I make the best lavender cold brews. I love people. I also worked with Allie and I feel like we are repairing our relationship, it’s not her fault she doesn’t know about the brenden thing. And it’s not even her business. Me and Jen are being telepathic together and moving in similar ways, Derek and Shelby are coming to my readings. Amy too. I need to send her my info. She writes songs! Me and Eliza are okay. My mom is healing. My dad and I are still on good terms. I told Salem it makes me sad that we haven’t seen each other that much lately and even if he thinks that is needy or whatever I don’t care because I need to speak for my own needs. I love myself. Everything is okay. I love niva. I love Mikaela. I love Garrett too even though he’s annoying. All is well. I miss Taylor. I love Justin. I love John and his new baby. Trevor is in a good mood. I feel good.Emma has my perfume and her birthday is next week. I feel like a part of my community today.

[tackyink]

You've mentioned a few times that your writing has improved from IOS to DOS in a way that makes you less than happy when you look back at IOS. Having read and loved both, I was wondering what sort of things you would have changed about IOS if you wrote it with your current perspective?

Do you sometimes get that thing when you open a new fic and after a few lines think, "this was written by someone very young"? Of course, I was not "very young" by tumblr standards, but it's similar to the feeling I get every time I look at the start of IoS. Like seeing your art from a few years ago when you were really into it but still couldn't draw properly. It's physically painful.

(I think there's also another subjective factor playing into it, and it's that I enjoy more writing from relaxed points of view, and Saki has two modes: acting or getting bored. She's observant, but she lives in the present and doesn't dwell much in the future or what-ifs. OCs like Makoto and Alex are more in line with the way I think, so they're easier to write. That's also why I like writing from Law's POV so much. He's an action person, but he's still an overthinker. I don't know if it shows to the reader, but I feel their scenes flow more naturally.)

I don't think I could write IoS with what I know now, given that half the fun was starting with a tiny crew and being able to flesh out their relationships. Knowing me, I'd want to keep it close to canon, and Law was sailing the North Blue and picking up crewmates many years before entering the Grand Line. It would be too big, too bloated, and it would look nothing like it does. Leaving that aside, assuming I did write it, I'd like to dedicate more chapters to Asteria. I feel that part of the story was too short, since everything that comes after builds upon it. I would've had Law and Bepo roam the town a few more days and given more scenes to Saki with her family. Penguin and Shachi would probably be around, too. I'd also remove the part with the laced medication, which I feel is unnecessary. Saki would've wanted to stay close to her family because that's the kind of person she is. I hadn't yet spent enough time with her to know that, though.

I said a few times that I started IoS too soon in the timeline, and I still maintain it, but I don't see how much I could've cut so the story worked. Perhaps I would have moved Asteria to some early point of Paradise. Not too close to Sabaody though, because I wanted to write about the months the Heart Pirates spent on the first half of the Grand Line (back then, most Heart Pirates fic began at Sabaody). But if I did that, the Qaryn arc wouldn't exist because it relied on being the first island of the route, so Saki would have to be encountered later, and that would move the discovery that Asteria was destroyed to the end of Coconut Island and close it with a downer, and then getting Dubia's backstory in Niva would be too much to soon. Everything would have to be reworked.

I'm trying to think of more things I'd change, but nothing else stands out. I'm fairly indifferent to the part between Asteria and Lymes, which I consider a win, and I'm pretty happy with (mostly) everything starting from Marina. It's just the firt arc that pains me. The execution feels... juvenile. Which makes a lot of sense knowing that I basically hadn't written anything for nearly a decade. IoS is a product of its time in various ways, and I'm glad I wrote it then, because it's brought a little bit of happiness to many people and it couldn't have been written at any other time.

#tacky asks #lizverse

[hazelmariewrites]

Last line tag

Thanks for the tag @pathsofoak! I hate posting things without context so I’m doing more than one line, but will tag the number of people from the last line. This is from my current WIP, Like Salt and Ash

***

I finish my drink and order another before pulling out my phone. I start to call Jack, but I can already hear his judgmental tone in my head, and it’s too much. I text him instead.

Hey Captain. I’ve thought about the case, and I think you should give it to someone else. Sorry.

I type and erase the last word several times before erasing it one last time and sending the message. I wait, but by the time I’ve finished my second drink I still haven’t gotten a response. I stop my waitress and order another.

It’s going to be a long night.

***

Tagging @blueinkblot @writingamongther0ses @writeouswriter @pens-swords-stuff @hazeywrites @savage-words @niva-writes

#last line tag #like salt and ash #writeblr #writing #wip #fantasy

[nivahiem]

I'm lowkey tired of movies/games/media in general needing to use animal death, especially pet death, for shock value or emotional pull. In general, but ESPECIALLY when it's at the beginning.

It's honestly one of, if not THE fastest way to pull me out of a story :/

I get that it's a quick and dirty way to buy some emotional investment out of a large swath of people but.... Well. On top of it being my least favorite type of plot point, it just feels like lazy storytelling.

#text post #niva writes things #tw animal death #tw pet death

[orbitariums]

HEALING | thor odinson + reader

okay so i started writing this in november of 2019 and i really loved where i was going with it but never finished, so i continued it yesterday and finished it just now and here it is!!!

it takes place after the fight with the hulk in sakaar, you’re a healer and you take care of thor with your sisters. but there is something more there, and something that he has to offer you, as well. 

warnings/notes: quick paced!, falling in loooove, thor eats you out & fingers you, intercourse, sooo much talk ab divinity and gods (bc if you’re fucking a god that shit better feel different), empath + healer reader w/ powers, thor is emotionally attached and also hot, reader! is melancholy, descriptions of wounds, kinda cathartic fucking for the both of them, pussy heals, thor doesn’t know the difference between lord & god (but still has a preference n i love him for that)

& tbh i’m rlly proud of this share y’alls thoughts!!

word count: 8.8k

playlist

HEALING | thor odinson

    He was badly injured. Cuts and scrapes adorned his body like broken holiday ornaments, jagged bruises ran along his limbs. On the side of his face there was a gash that ran from the arch of his thick, bushy brows down to his chin, still fresh with blood. All these were injuries that would take eons to heal or leave scars, if you and your sister were regular doctors from planet Earth. Luckily, your healing powers would make for a quick recovery, though he would have to be nursed back to health by the sight of his injuries.

    Your powers, shared with your four sisters, were the strongest. You were the only healers in Sakaar. They needed you. You were there for the end of every brutal battle or fight in the arena, with nectar, elixirs, and herbal remedies that you used on your patients.

    Your fingers tingled with magic, you could run them along any broken bone or scar and the bone would snap back into place, the scar would fade. You were powerful women, with abilities like no other on the planet of Sakaar, as much as the Grandmaster hated to admit it.

     Still, even looking at this man, bulky and fit as he was, you couldn't help but lament the gash running down his face. You would try to relieve it, but it would probably be scarred forever, lest he stay behind and let you mend him to the best of your abilities. Nonetheless, you turned to one of your sisters, Amindi.

    "Pass me the moon water," you said, and she passed you the jug full of sparkling, night blue liquid that had been charged by the powers of the moon, known for its abilities to cure deep cuts and heal internally as well. Holding the heavy jug up with ease, you frowned slightly while looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful - not for long. "Gods. This is going to sting."

    You dipped a cloth in the moonwater and let the blue liquid spread, its slightly gooey consistency dripping down the cloth. You leaned forward, your body hovering over the man's face while your sisters tended to his upper body and legs. You had your elbow lying gently on his chest to balance and you were slowly, very tentatively raising your hand with the cloth in it up to his face.

   You felt deep sorrow for some reason — as a healer you hated to see anyone in pain, it was maternal for you — but you felt especially pitiful for this man. Your powers as a healer included being an empath, which was a blessing and a curse at times. Melancholy, masked by anger, coursed through your very veins. This man had lost something, something dire to him. He had lost a few things, and was not able to properly process it. You felt his losses, pitied him.

       Your fingers trembled before you gently placed the cloth on top of his broken skin, and, just as you expected, he woke with a roaring start, pain searing through his body like raw meat against a flame. You flinched at the volume of his yell. He sat up immediately, his heart pounding like he had just been woken from a bad dream. He was clearly in a disarray, confused, and also in pain from the sting of the moonwater against his skin, though the gash it was meant to heal was beginning to close up.

     Your sisters had no idea how to react to this, this confused, angry-looking hulking man in front of them. They all stood at his feet, keeping their distance from him and watching intently with their hands behind their backs. You were still beside him, though you leaned away, your cloth clutched tightly in his hand.

   "Who are you?" he demanded to know. "Where..."

He glanced around the room, your wooden cabin that served as a house for you and your sisters and an infirmary, and groaned, realization setting in on his drooping face.

You blinked, astonished at how he appeared when he was coherent, and stumbled to your feet.

    You said your name, trying to keep your voice steady. He was still a foreigner to you and after what he'd survived you didn't know what he was capable of. You started to walk over mindlessly to your sisters.

    "My sisters. Amindi, Mina, Niva, Zahra. We are healers. We're here to help you." You turned to your sisters to dismiss them. "Go on, I've got him."

They scrambled away with ease, leaving you and this man alone. He was standing up now, though he winced - there was still a black bruise at his stomach, around the curve that led to the inside of his trousers. You looked down at it and grimaced. His eyes followed yours and he furrowed his brows, then looked up as if he was concerned with something else.

    "Sir?" He grunted in response, turning his head to face you, and you tilted your head at him curiously. "Who are you?"

    "Thor, son of Odin," he sighed out deeply through his nose and walked around the room, looking for something.

You could only watch him, trying to hide how your eyes took in his build as he stalked around the room. You watched in amazement at how his muscles flexed when he bent down to pick up his armor vest, and slip it on over his head. You still didn't know who he was, as you knew nothing of Asgard. But despite your intrigue, your face still contorted in concern when you saw him put the vest on over his injuries.

    "Please, you mustn't," you urged him, and you found yourself marching toward him, forgetting his very apparent strength and how you knew nothing about him. "Take that off," you insisted, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips.

It was then that he noticed your beauty, your goddess-like body and the beauty etched into your face, a kind of hereditary, natural beauty that would stretch on for years and be passed down for generations. And now, up close to him, you could see the intense blue of his eyes and the pink color of his full lips. Your eyes met for a moment, and you both held them there. Thor was the first to break away, still frustrated, his voice dark.

    "I'm fine," he huffed.

Your jaw clenched with sudden annoyance - you wanted to make sure he was okay, but he was fighting you already, and gods, you had been taking care of him all afternoon. You reacted too quickly for your brain to slow you down, and you kicked at his waist where the bruise was.

Despite the fact that you couldn't have kicked him that hard, considering your strength versus his, he let out a puff of pain and his eyes shut tight. You folded your arms, your eyebrows raised and lips puckered, eyes narrowed slightly.

    "You're not," you retorted very matter-of-factly.

He glared at you, but was silent. He knew you were right. You reached forward and put your hands around his body, taking off the vest yourself since he wouldn't. You looked down and your eyes dragged up his toned stomach, chest and shoulders until you met his eyes. He was smiling knowingly, and the mischief in his smile showed in those crystal blue eyes of his. You cleared your throat and blinked, looking away as if nothing had happened.

    "I'll need to patch you up first, before you even try to go anywhere," you said, your voice terse as you tried to dismiss what had just happened.

You turned around, gathering the materials you would need, and his eyes followed the back of your body wherever you went.

    "Why are you so concerned?" Thor asked, and you turned over your shoulder to face him, glaring at him,

    "Because it's my job." You paused as you walked towards him. "And more than my job, it's my duty. So stop questioning me and let me do what I do best."

Thor seemed impressed, and raised his brows, a faint smile playing at his lips,

    "My apologies."

You huffed out loudly, already feeling guilty for lashing out at him. Of course he was a little on edge. He clearly wasn't from here and he had probably been through a lot. He had woken up in pain, people he didn't know surrounding him, in a location he wasn't familiar with. You were a person who was inclined to be kind and nurturing, you wanted to make him feel safe. But you had felt so much just by looking at him, so much of his pain— it seemed unfair that you were always feeling another's pain.

    "I'm sorry," you murmured, in front of him now and dropping slowly to your knees so you could be at eye level with his bruise. You unscrewed the cap of an elixir that would hopefully clear up the bruise, and turned the bottle over into your hands, rubbing them together. "It's been a long day. For the both of us, I can imagine."

When you looked up at him, you were surprised to see him staring down at you already, his face hard and eyes steady on you, studying your anatomy and everything about you.

    "It has been. But you are beautiful. That could make up for all the time lost," Thor said, and his voice was unbelievably velvety smooth, his words like music to your ears.

You couldn't fight the smile appearing at the curve of your lips, looking up at him knowingly.

    "Thank you," you said, and you brought your attention back to his injury, massaging the wound with your palms, the elixir still spread on your hands. You let your fingers run across it, your touch making him feel something in his chest, something heavy and light at the same time. You frowned and breathed out loudly. "You are badly hurt. What on Sakaar did you even do?"

You looked up at him again and he sighed out in annoyance.

    "A raging fight," he looked pained to remember it. "I regret to recall it. That hulking beast. I knew him, you know — but he wasn't like before. Scratched me up a bit, he did. Nothing you can't fix, I suppose."

You blinked slowly, looking down at all your materials as you realized what he was talking about. Your eyebrows furrowed as you squinted up at him,

    "You mean Grandmaster's champion?"

Thor rolled his eyes, sickened by that title,

"If by champion, you mean Hulk, yes. To me, he's Dr. Banner. But no, not then he wasn't."

More realization sunk into you, but before you addressed it, you placed your hands, cupped together, over his bruise. Closing your eyes, you channeled your healing energy into his body, and he could see and feel the bruise clearing up as you hovered your hands over him. He felt the wave of purity rush through him and he groaned loudly, making you bite down on your lip as your mind traveled to less pure places. He felt refreshed, as if he had been cleansed entirely.

    "You feel that?" you asked, and he breathed out shakily, his body trembling,

    "Yes, I feel it. Gods... what is this power?"

    "I was born with it," you shrugged, used to the question people asked you and your sisters, in sheer amazement.

You stood up and dusted off your knees, still standing in front of him. For a moment you were both silent, studying each other's faces. Another nurturing instinct went off in you, and you reached up to touch the new scar that ran down his face, running your finger down it. Every time you touched it, it faded, but only a little. It would be there for a long time.

He could feel your energy, pure, holistic and full of light, surge through him every time you touched him. He was looking into your eyes, but you were distracted by the sight of his scar, wanting to heal it completely because the urgency in your mind told you to do so, but you knew you couldn't fully.

When you had finished touching his scar with your gentle, wondering fingers, you caught sight of him staring intently at you, and looked down, clearing your throat.

    "So you're the lord of thunder," you said out loud, and he nodded,

    "Well, god of thunder, but, yes. And king of Asgard," former king, actually, but he said that anyway. How would you be able to know?

You raised an inquisitive brow,

    "What's the difference between lord and god?"

Thor opened his mouth to speak as if he were sure of himself, then you could see the doubt cast in his eyes,

    "I - well, I don't know."

You laughed slightly, and although he was still confused, he laughed too, smiling simply because of the fact that you were smiling and that he had been the reason why.

    "You're funny," you said, smiling to yourself. "How'd you end up here, Thor, God of Thunder?"

He smirked at how his title sounded coming from your sweet lips, and indulged you in his backstory. You sat back, listening to him, and when he was done, you felt like you knew him much better. You felt you could trust him. And the feelings he had caused you had been accurate. He had lost things and people he held closest to his heart, been betrayed. He was thrown onto this planet and into chaos without even getting a word in, and all his hurt had been locked up inside of him.

    "But you are here," he said, looking up at you from where he'd been sitting. "And I like being around you. It's not every day I get to be under the care of someone so beautiful."

You smiled but raised your brows dubiously. He was god of thunder and a king where he was from, or at least from royal blood. How could he not have had his fair share of beautiful women?

    "Really? You don't talk to the women on your planet?" you challenged him, sitting up and smirking.

Thor laughed awkwardly, knowing he'd been called out on his bullshit but still continuing his lie anyway, faltering still under your blazing stare,

    "Well, I have seen quite a few women, yes, and... been with them, of course, but you... are... different."

You laughed loudly, throwing your head back, and though Thor was red as a tomato, he smiled at the sound of your unashamed laughter and the smile he could hear in it.

     "Oh, you're very good at what you do, you must be quite the charmer back at home," you suggested, a sarcastic glint in your voice, eyeing him down with a devilish look in your eyes.

He shifted, trying to ignore how that look in your eyes made him feel, the devilish things it made him think of,

    "How could I not be? But stop avoiding the real topic at hand here, which is you. I hardly know anything about you, except that you're a healer. That can't be all."

You shook your head and folded your arms,

    "I don't even know why we're fraternizing right now, you should be back in the city."

Your cabin with the infirmary attached was on the outskirts of the city. You needed to be surrounded by greenery and secluded in nature for the healing energy you needed. You and your sisters were partially excluded from the main part of the city, mostly voluntarily, and only went into town for materials or to speak with the Grandmaster or his counterparts. But otherwise you lived happily amongst yourself, outside of all the chaos and concrete jungle.

    "I should, though I don't want to. But we've been talking for this long. I'll bet they've hardly noticed how long I've been gone," Thor said, and boy, was he wrong.

So you gave in, because you liked his presence too, his strong and becoming image and how you interacted. You wanted to be around him for as long as you could, as you didn't get to take advantage of many interactions like this. It wasn't everyday that a beautiful man, a god at that, came to you for one thing and ended up staying with you for another. It would do no harm.

So you uncrossed your arms and shrugged widely,

      "You want to know more about me? Follow me, I can show you."

You were outside your cabin with Thor. He took in the lush greenery all around him, all the foreign plants and trees he had never seen before, the way the branches hung low over the rooftops, protecting your house. Nature was a sheath around your home. As you led him around outside, letting him see where you grew your herbs and made medicines, you told him your life story.

    You had grown up in Halcyon with your four sisters, which was a planet not far from Sakaar. But after the war, you were thrown unwillingly onto Sakaar. At first, you and your sisters were all going to be sacrificed.

    "But, Grandmaster spared us all when he saw our healing skills. He let us stay. But we were to stay distant from the city and live amongst ourselves, and work as healers in order to stay on this planet."

    "Why not go back to Halcyon?" Thor asked, engaged in your story. You paused, and Thor could see the hurt and contemplation on your face.

    "Why go back to where there's nothing left?" you swallowed hard, blinking away tears. Halcyon was your home, a home full of nature and love and light. Sakaar was nothing like that. Sakaar was like an eternal disco from hell, that was exactly how it could be explained.

You continued.

    "I've always been an empath. I could feel your pain before you told me your story. I felt I could connect with you, maybe I can. Here, come in," you walked over to the cabin where you all stayed in.

It had many floors and many rooms - it was spacious. You went to the kitchen and put on a cup of tea, which meant boiling hot water and adding herbs to it while Thor watched, sitting at the kitchen table.

You brought his cup and sat in front of him. He took a sip, looking up at you from the brim of the cup the whole time, like he wanted to say something. So when he put the cup down, he did.

    "We could leave here, together," he said, his voice and eyes dead serious.

You choked on your tea,

    "What?"

    "We'll go to Asgard. I'll have to fight off my demon sister, but you can help heal those who she wounded. Your sisters too, bring them. We'll escape this place."

    "That's a terrible idea," you laughed nervously, miffed.

     "What's so terrible about it?" asked Thor, miffed. He seemed like he truly and desperately wanted to go through with this idea. "You won't be back on Halcyon but you'll be out of here, and so will I. It doesn't get better than that."

     "Thor, I couldn't just... just leave. Neither could you, you've got that— that thing on your neck," you huffed, standing up from the table and beginning to walk back and forth, packing.

You were contemplating your whole life now. You were a level headed person, but that was just the problem. Too often, you accepted things as they were. The idea of change seemed radical although it was what you wanted, and you weren't committing a crime against your morals. It just seemed ludicrous and you were sure it wouldn't work. But Thor wasn't letting you off that easy. He jumped to his feet as well, and followed you, cutting in front of you and stopping your pacing as he talked over you.

      "No no, listen to me, YN," there was a sure fire in his voice. He was confident in himself, and you figured he probably always was too confident, because this was stupid. "This is what you want, this is what you deserve. Why are you so against that?"

You were breathing heavily in and out, and Thor put his strong hands over yours, holding them in the small space between you and him.

      "I..." your eyes darted from his lips to his eyes, and you couldn't decide where to place them.

     "Hmm?" Thor hummed, raising his brows up at you and looking down at you.

     He was towering tall above you and the proximity of your bodies was making you dizzy, as well as the natural, pleasant fragrance he had. He was warm, and he was strong and big, overwhelming your senses. He had a look in his eyes that was caring and genuine, but you knew he knew what he was doing, cornering you like this. He pushed strands of your hair behind your ear, the slight touch of his fingers against your skin electrifying you. Definitely God of Thunder.

      He leaned in and before you knew it, you were too, your head tilting and your lips meeting his in a divine fit. Your lips tasted like sweet honey and tea, and his tasted like war, metallic blood from his fights, and the herbs in the tea you had made. He kissed you gently, placing his hands on the side of your face while you let yours wrap around his waist, taking it all in.

     Your brain was lost in the fuzz of the moment and your thoughts seemed to have sludged away like mush. You were leaning so far into the kiss that you nearly stumbled when he pulled back, the sound of your lips pulling away could be heard in the quiet house. Your sisters were elsewhere, all that mattered was you and him.

      "You can't just do that," you muttered, though you didn't care, and your eyelids were lowered, your eyes glued to his wet lips.

It wasn't often you kissed your patients - it was more like never, in fact. It wasn't on your agenda. But with Thor, it felt so undoubtedly right, like you'd be stupid to even question it.

He refrained from smiling, his voice quiet and his eyes scanning your transfixed face.

    "Should I do it again?"

You barely nodded before your hands slid up to his shoulders and gripped, feeling the whole of his muscle, leaning in further and letting his lips take over. His tongue whispered secrets into your mouth and you could feel your lashes brush against his cheek. He let his hands travel down your sides and your waist, squeezing at the curves of your body and wanting to feel all of you. Your energies were merging with each other, the heat rising between the two of you, the both of you getting the other more excited.

Thor lit a fire in you - his divinity shone a fiery light inside of you, the kind that hadn't been lit in far too long. You felt drunk with power and your want for him, your hands hanging lazily around his neck as he picked you up by your thighs and walked over to the counter, your lips still attached.

      And you ignited passion in Thor, made him feel whole enough to truly see with his own two eyes, to find a way out of this place he considered cursed, to go back to Asgard. He felt pure and cleansed, like all the bad energy had been swiped away by your touch, by your plump lips against his. He ran his tongue absentmindedly, but with every intention, along your bottom lip, making you sigh out in pleasure like you had never known before.

He was turning on every sense in you to a hundred and ten just by kissing you, and while you thought of taking further actions, you couldn't imagine what that might do to you.

     He set you down on the kitchen counter and you breathed out loudly and shakily as he put you down, your legs long but your feet only gently brushing the floor. He gave you no breaks, his lips immediately moving to your neck and leaving chaste kisses, lips fluttering against your skin like a butterfly. He sucked on your sweet spot beneath your ear, his heightened senses telling him that was exactly what he needed to do. You hardly knew you had a sweet spot, Thor found that out about you before you did yourself — since you started living in Sakaar, you hadn't had much experience. Even if you had, you know it could be nothing like this. This was godly, this was something mortal men and even most otherworldly men could never satisfy, a sweet spot aching to be satiated.

    "It's what you want," Thor repeated what he had said what seemed like so long ago, and you nodded slowly, hardly contemplating what he was actually talking about- but your initial panic didn't matter anymore.

      He had convinced you, oh how he had convinced you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, but in tongues only you and him understood.

He left love marks on your skin that would take weeks to heal — you didn't bother healing them yourself afterwards, you liked looking at them in the mirror or knowing they were on your neck, whether or not others could see them. Your neck rolled back as he kissed the spot between your breasts, lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the floor next to the two of you.

      "It's what I want," you repeated mindlessly to yourself; letting his mouth take over your body.

His lips led down to your waist and he looked up at you, the sight of his cold blue eyes sending your soul soaring, your stomach already bubbling with that faithful feeling. He easily untied your pants and watched as they fell to a pool on the floor beneath you, and pulled your underwear down as well, placing his hands on your back and pulling you in towards him as you sat on the kitchen counter, completely bare in front of him and completely aware of yourself, more than you had been in a while.

He left sloppy kisses trailing along your inner thigh, all while making the most intense eye contact with you, matching energies. You weren't nervous or scared, but you were excited and you felt like you had just as much rule as he did in this moment, that was how you balanced each other out. The both of you were strong entities who commanded respect, and in this moment it showed.

Thor wasn't a big teaser. He wasted no time making you feel good, making you cry out when you felt his tongue dive inside of you, his hands set on your thighs and his tongue penetrating you with no limit as to how far inside of you he went. He seemed to reach your very core, making your legs squirm around his head. He took it all in with very welcoming arms, lapping away at your slick. You were incredibly wet with arousal and Thor kitten licked away at your throbbing heat like it was his job to get it all up. You sighed immediately, pulling up his tunic - he assisted you, pulling it off completely and doing away with it, throwing it onto the floor. His back muscles flexed as he dove into you.

     He was relishing the taste of you. He noted how sweet and bitter your arousal tasted, the flavor a juxtaposition that applied to your very personality. There were parts of you that were logical, unexplored territory, stubborn - bitter and earthy, and there were other parts of you that were curious, unexplored, the parts of you that Thor was bringing out with every last touch. Those parts were sweet and giving. Stirred by the pure carnal nature of these activities - his knees nearly on the floor, your feet swaying by his sides, his head inbetween your legs - he moaned, the vibrations reverberating up your core, sending you into an electric frenzy. A guttural groan left your throat as you squeezed around nothing as a reaction.

Thor noticed, and he sighed out, his eyes slackening with lustful desire. He pulled his tongue away from your pussy and replaced it with two fingers at your sensitive entrance, which was glimmering with obvious pleasure. He toyed with the fleshy parts of you, glaring up at you with those darkened eyes. Somehow, with your legs around his head, even as they closed in, he felt safe. Felt like as long as he was between your legs he was healed - as long as his face was buried in your clit, magic would emanate from your core and soothe him in every sense of the word. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable. He knew what you needed without guidance, and you knew how to heal him.

    The both of you moaned in unison when he eased his fingers inside of you, two thick fingers with bruises that seemed to disappear as soon as they came in contact with your wetness. You clenched immediately around his fingers, your body adjusting to the feeling of penetration, which you hadn't received for so long. A pleased huff of a laugh left his lips, his eyes smiling as he dove back down, lips suckling at your clit with just the right amount of pleasure. And he assumed slow, deep thrusting motions of his fingers inside of you while his lips were attached to the bundle of nerves. The pleasure was so gratifying, so much that you forgot yourself for a moment, your hand flinging to the back of his head.

    Surprised by yourself and your actions, you gasped, flinging your hand back away. But Thor noticed the absence of your hand at the back of his head, the absence of the pleasure he gained from knowing you were pleasured, and he grunted. His unoccupied hand grasped yours and he led it back to the back of your head, telling you without words to domineer him as you deemed fit. The erotic nature of the moment made you lose yourself again, pushing his head closer as you leaned your head back, moaning louder, without inhibitions.

      "Gods, Thor, that's it," you whimpered, allowing yourself permission to speak, allowing how turned on you were to seep irreversibly through your trembling voice.

     You weren't embarrassed, weren't afraid. With him it felt so natural, and you knew he encouraged you to fully feel everything he gave to you, not to restrict yourself. His words echoed in your jumbled mind: it's what you want. Gods, was he right. He responded with a groan, following through with the same motions, letting you have the next few moments for yourself as you squealed and squeaked and whimpered. Even as he repeated the motions, the sensations felt brand new every time, like he still had more of you to explore. And who could forget the free hand that operated either at your inner thigh or at your exposed nipple, tweaking it and rolling it around his fingers?

    Now he retracted his fingers, but it didn't take long for him to shove his tongue right back inside you, thrusting inside of you and seeming to reach your very core like the first time. Those shocks of electricity were back, surging through you, from your throbbing slit, striking up your stomach, and up your throat, coming out of you in pleasured shudders and stuttering groans. He didn't cease his hard and heavy breathes, making sure you could feel the warmth of his breath against your pussy. 

     His fingers didn't ignore your clit - his tongue firmly pumping in and out of you, he kept his thumb applying well-pressured, slow circles at your clit while the other hand ran up and down the top of your thigh. The hand that wasn't at his head overlapped his own hand on top of your thigh, following the slow up and down caresses he was making. It didn't take much longer of this for your toes to curl, your eyes shut tight as you rocked absentmindedly into his face, your core enveloping him the same way he was devouring your pussy.

      "Fuck! Thor, I'm-" your fingers curled tightly around his hair, your body lifting off of the counter, legs wrapping loosely around his back as you came with a howling cry, in disbelief of yourself and the sublime ecstasy that seemed to surround you as you came at his tongue, his fingers.

The vision you saw behind your closed eyes was like a flash of black and white, then a kaleidoscope of celestial colors, pale blues and whites that reminded you of a thunderstorm. You must have blacked out for a second while seeing these things, because your grip on his hair was so strong. This was like no pleasure any one else could bring you - this was the stuff of gods and nothing less. There had never been a better feeling than the one that came washing over you in this very moment, cumming around the eager tongue of a lost god, who would stay put between your legs, lapping up everything that you let out until your legs stopped shaking. 

     Even as you rode out your orgasm, it was never ending, his tongue kitten licking your juices, his eyes closed as he let you enjoy this moment to its full extent. He just knew your body like it was some hidden talent - just one of the perks of being a god of fertility, but even then he knew you in a special sense. You healed him- he healed you.      

    You didn't even notice when Thor came back up, standing up and standing inbetween your legs. His hand lay on the back of your head, which was still rolling back, to support your neck. He brought your head forward so you could face him, and you opened your eyes, having to blink away the orgasmic blur so you could see him clearly. His eyes bore into yours and you looked right into his eyes, one crystal blue and one hazel green, with no fears or anxieties. Your eyes found home in his eyes; his fingers and tongue found home inside you, and wanted to be inside you again. But not the same way.

      He couldn't help himself, pressing his forehead against yours and deliberately entering two fingers inside of you again just to feel you pulsating around him from your sensitivity, coaxing out just about anything you had left. Just to feel how wet you were again, to hear the squelching sounds of his fingers intruding your wetness. You weren't expecting his fingers back so soon, but they felt extraordinary inside of you, stretching you out and plunging inside of you so easily. His eyes never left yours, and you maintained eye contact with him as well.

    "I need to get you ready for me," he breathed, his voice low and dangerous, fingers bottoming out inside of you, making you lurch forward and bite down on your lip.

    By the feeling of his hard erection against your leg, no amount of fingering could get you "ready." The size of him wasn't necessarily something you adjusted to, but the pleasure was inexplicably divine. And at this point, you were just going with the flow - you weren't in charge of the schedule and you didn't want to be either. You didn't want the pleasure to stop, not now that he'd introduced it to you, ridding your mind of the idea that giving in to what you wanted was somehow taboo. If it meant you'd be getting this, you'd give in without resistance.

    "I'm not sure any amount of stretching me out will get me ready, love," you smiled, though weakly - you had hardly recovered from your first orgasm and already here he was, fingering you mindlessly and talking about how he would be taking you.

     "Mhm," he hummed, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "No matter. I couldn't stand not being inside you, in some way."

     You hummed in response as you leaned forward, mouths and lips pressing against each other yet again in harmonious synchronicity. You led each other, heads turning this way and that as you explored each others mouths and tongues. You tasted yourself on Thor's lips, to which you blushed. He pulled away only slightly, forehead flush with yours, fingers still digging deep inside of you, and asked you in his low, husky voice,

     "Does it please you to taste yourself on my lips? To know what pleasure it brought me? What it brought you?"

    "Yes," you sighed, yearning to taste more.

    He understood your request and his fingers slid out from you, leaving you throbbing around nothing once more, and his fingers toyed at your wet lips until you opened, your tongue savoring your own taste. The act was so overwhelmingly erotic, your lips swiveling around two of his coated fingers as you looked him in the eye, the taste of you fresh on your own tongue, eyes squinted in needy pleasure.

    "Come," Thor beckoned you, picking you up so your legs wrapped easily around his waist, feeling your hot arousal sticky against his muscular stomach. You blushed at the feeling of his skin in contact with your wet pussy, knowing he had to be feeling it, too. But he enjoyed it without shame, and as a result, so did you. "Your quarters. Take me to them."

    You whimpered, whispering the directions to him as he traveled about the empty house, then into your own room. He didn't bother to close the door, just settled you onto the bed, your back against the linen sheets which you made every single morning without fail. Just once you wished to wake up, and not make your bed. You sighed gently as he placed you onto the bed, his entire body hovering over you and covering you. You felt enveloped in the dark shadow his body cast over you - in that darkness you found so much erratic light that filled your whole body and swelled you. He felt it too, radiating off of you. Bouncing off of each other without even being prompted.

    "Need you," he moaned raggedly, head immediately turning down to kiss your neck, burying his face in the warm crook there.

    His lips dragged against the sweet skin at the crook of your neck, and you moaned, back arching off your bed. Every inch of pleasure you felt, he allowed whole heartedly, never quieting you or shutting you down. His tongue found an intimate spot there and he lapped gently at your skin as if it were your pussy, groaning directly into your ear,

      "Need my cock inside of you. Where I belong."

His words, and the feeling of his breath against your sensitive skin, raised a shiver down your spine. You clutched onto his shoulder, hand and fingers trailing absentmindedly down his back, thus healing any pains or aches that resided there from the damage of the fight. He let out a stuttering moan at the unintentional magic of you flowing through him, at the feeling of uninhibited healing surging through him yet again.

     "Is it true that you need me?" you whispered into his ear, and he pulled away so he could look down at your face, his desirous, somehow still innocent eyes searching yours.

    He nodded,

    "Truer than anything I've ever known."

     Your fingers traced along the side of his face, running through his hair and along his jawline, dipping beneath his chin. You knew your power fully, how you could seduce him, leave him aching for more. You were aware of your divinity, just as you were aware of his own.

      "Prove it," you told him, lips brushing just against his.

He breathed in deeply, a need panging so deep in his chest he found that he would have to wreck you ever so carefully to satisfy it. Deftly, he guided his cock out, holding it firm in his big hand.

     "As you wish," he grunted, and with a simple push, he was inside of you.

Nothing had felt like this before. Nothing could ever feel like this before. The feeling of immediate fullness. The feeling of being so full that you would never need anything more. Thor filled you up with no trouble. Stretching you out was an understatement - he expanded everything inside of you, in every sense of the word. You swore your heart even swelled in that moment, this intense feeling of tenderness that only comes about during the kind of godly lovemaking you were partaking in.

     You jolted upwards, lurching forward as his cock entered you, not ever really adjusting to the surge of light that soared through you as he coaxed himself in with ease. Your body had never felt this way before, so heavenly. To be in such close contact with a god, closer than anyone could ask for - it seemed to grant you powers beyond your imagination. It was like you were being taken to another dimension, just by the feeling of his cock entering you. And as for Thor, never had a woman fit him so well. Never had he felt such a strong sensation of gratification inside a woman, no pleasure allotted like the one he found with you. He refused to pause to take it in, though - he wanted more and more the further he slid inside of you. And it didn't take long to fit all of him inside of you, you were so wet, he slipped in easily.

     "Mhm," your moan came out constricted from your throat, and only then did Thor pause to make sure you were okay, noting the way your eyes were shut tight and your fingers were grasping at the bedsheets around you.

    "Is it-" you didn't allow him to finish speaking, interrupted him with a full moan this time, rocking your hips down until you could take no more of him, and answered,

      "Gods, it's heavenly. Do not stop."

He chuckled at your assertiveness, the way your hand squeezed around his muscly arm as a way of reassuring him.

    "Good, you're alright," he clarified, and pushed in further, his forehead hanging against yours. He panted, lips falling open.

      It was silent except for the sound of both your heavy breaths as he pushed in and out of you, you adjusting to his size and width. As you expected, it wasn't really something to get used to, but that outweighed the immense enjoyment that his cock inside of you brought. His lips were all over you, sometimes mashed against yours in an open mouthed, hot and disconnected kiss, sometimes lolling against the sweet spot at your neck, sometimes further down, attached to your nipple as he curved his angle inside of you. But wherever his lips were, the pleasure was not diminished, and the most obvious sensation was that of him inside of you.

     "Taking me so well, aren't you, Healer?" he called you by your title, as if it held more nobility than it did.

    On Sakaar, your skills weren't appreciated the way they should've been - the way they would've been on Halcyon. It was part of the reason you just assumed the things you wanted should be ignored. But in Thor's mind, the title of a Healer was incredibly noble. Your touch dissolved wounds, and not just at the surface. It was an ability he took seriously. He held you in high regards.

   You replied with a mangled groan, eyes closed as he thrusted in and out of you, deep and slow.

    "Thor," you moaned his name, and his hips stuttered only slightly at the sound of his name leaving your lips. Then he began snapping into you more rhythmically, abandoning the gentle, slow pace he'd adopted so you could "adjust" at first. He was beginning to fuck you now, and you cried out at the realization.

     "Healer, you were made for this," he decided, loving how deliciously his cock twisted inside of you, how he hardly had to control his movements because you took him so well. 

No needing to go slow. No needing to hold back. Just pure, unbridled fucking. You seemed to fit him like a glove, like your pussy was designed for him. Soon enough he could hear the sounds of your slick and arousal each time he entered you, and that turned him on so much that he fucked you faster, harder. The rhythm of his hips swiveling and snapping against your inner thighs, the careful thumb he kept at your clit, was enough to have you lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist, keeping him there like a cocoon.

He felt so deep inside you, so fulfilling that you couldn't help the words that stumbled out of your mouth as you approached your orgasm,

    "By gods you are king."

His head snapped up and he grunted primitively, taking your hands in his and pinning your arms out behind your head, pressing his body all the way against yours so you could feel all of him, so that you could feel him so deep it made your head spin. His hips rolled so criminally into you, incoherent sounds and words leaving your mouth as he just fucked into you without a care, bringing you to climax one, then two times as he kept fucking you this way. He followed through with this until he came, twice inside of you. If you felt filled before, you definitely felt it now, his seed spurting inside of you as if it should've been there all along. And as if by divine intervention, you came another time, this time in unison with him as his last load left him.

He was lazy, didn't quite yet want to leave you, didn't want to relinquish the feeling he got being inside you. He was drunk on it. Even when he came he didn't retire the slow, sloppy movements of his hips, his load of cum gushing out of you while he continued. He groaned so loudly into your ear you thought it would ring the next day.

    He stayed inside of you like that for a while, still and motionless, and lay on top of you, your bodies flush against one anothers. Your sweat felt like ambrosia, and you found yourself licking the droplets of sweat that appeared on your lips and the crooks of his shoulders. He kept his cock buried inside of you, kissing sweetly at your lips once in a while. And when he finally left you, his lips still didn't stop kissing every part of you. He left the room briefly, your eyes watching as his naked body walked out of your room, and he came back with a damp rag, gently wiping down every part of your body. You wanted to do the same for him, but he refused, and did it himself, telling you to rest.

    And you needed it. The relief was so great that you could hardly move. Your body seemed to stick. Your head was swarming with cosmic thoughts - but no worries. Just pure relief and bliss- something you had brought upon one another. It was mutualistic, the way you empowered one another, the way that you healed one another.

    After cleaning himself off, Thor sat you up against the pillow and dressed you quietly and calmly. Even his light touches felt orgasmic against your skin, and that didn't necessarily mean sexually. You felt some form of bliss just upon looking at him. This sense of knowing, that even being an empath couldn't give you. You were made for him, just as he was made for you. Your meeting was a flicker of fate. There would be more to come.

    You lay together in the hazy sun, admiring each other, arms and legs still intertwined.

     "Let's take a bath together. It's big enough for the both of us," you suggested, and he nodded with a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

    "Anything for you my love," he replied.

    "Then let's leave. With my sisters. Let us leave Sakaar, and fight for your Asgard."

Nothing you said had ever felt so right. After all, it was what you wanted.

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Dr. Atilol's Patient Pt. 20

Once Fuentes leaves, I have the chance to really think. Not that most people know this about me- they usually think of me only as a victim- but I'm a real brain. I used to be the captain of my debate team, in middle school. Before Uncle.

When I think hard about something, I go into an almost trance-like state. It's best not to interrupt me when I'm thinking. I'm kind of a bitch if you wake me before I'm ready. Others would say they're not Morning People. I'm just not a… This World Person.

The legal line between a self defense killing and a manslaughter is drawn on two pillars: first, reasonable belief that one is in imminent danger, and secondly, a reasonable amount of force being used. Idaho is pretty loose when it comes to this, but I'm not completely in the clear. No one believes a girl crying "rape." Even though it's almost always the truth.

The good thing is that I don't have to worry about my rapist getting charged with a slap on the wrist and three weeks of community service. He's dead and he's not coming back. I don't have to worry about retribution. I can say whatever I want, and he's not alive to dispute it.

I've already set the stage. As long as I tell a story that matches it, with convincing emotion and occasional charming stutter, I'm sure they'll rule in favor of the little girl who fended off a perverted old man. But I don't just want that. I want justice. I want Uncle to suffer, too.

I'll need to be careful. I'll need some publicity, but not too much, in case the pressure gets to me. I want enough attention brought back to my past that Uncle loses his job and can't show his face in town. It's a small community in Garden Valley, where he lives. All it will take is one popular article or a special on the local news channel, and his reputation will forever be tarnished; he'll be known as the dirty old man who touches little girls. He'll be a pariah. And he deserves it. For what he did to me, he deserves every bit of suffering the universe serves him.

Taglist: @neeksknocks @niva-writes @toboldlywrite @wallpatternz @writings-of-a-narwhal @xanderswriteblr @sunwornpages | DM me to join the taglist 

#dr. atilol's patient #dr atilols patient #asher gray #ashergraywrites

[techs-goggles9902]

Since I got a little bit of positive encouragement I’ll give you a little something something of my OC story.

Two Souls Entwined

By yours truly. Part 2 here !!! Part 3 here!

I AM OPEN TO CRITICISM!!!!!! It’s my first time writing and I want to improve!!!!

Summary:

Niva Veen was born into a Mandalorian family. Her father is a war hero during the civil wars and Niva was sent to shadow him when she was 8 (Mando custom). Six years later he’s killed and Kal Skirata takes Niva under his wing, then two years later he’s invited to train commandos on Kamino. Niva meets and trains Captain Rex of the 501st. But it’s no ordinary friendship… (hint hint wink wink they like eachother)

“Niva, k’olar!”

Niva turned, a long, strand of hair falls into her muddy green eyes. Again, her story was interrupted. How will she ever become an author if she can’t even get through the first sentence? Life was never constant for poor Niva, always on the move. One battlefield to the next.

“Coming, Buir!” Niva tucks her curls behind her ear and sprints back to the camp ground, through the sloshing mud. Southern Mandalore was always muddier, no matter how many wars kill off the flora and scorch the dirt.

She freezes once she’s standing a foot away from her Buir and stands at attention. The man smiles and ruffles her hair.

“I have a present for you, ad’ika. C’mon,” Buir holds out his hand for her to take, and she does. They walk down the dirt path into the encampment, greeting comrades as they pass.

The mission was almost over, along with the war. There were too many to count, so there was no official name.

Buir leads Niva down the path until they reach their cream colored tent, the flaps rustling with the breeze. Niva trots in, her father at her heels. She sits down on her small sleeping bag and grasps the fabric between her forefinger and thumb. The soft Mandalorian wool is a comfort, and always has been, since before she could talk.

Her father sits down on his own sleeping bag beside her, and takes out a small chain from his pocket. Hanging from the chain is a small silver tree. But not just any tree, the tree that only grows on Kashyyk, the enormous behemoths that cover the planet, the Wroshyr tree. Barely four centimeters long, the silver charm dangles beautifully from the matching chain.

“I know, I missed your first eight birthdays, and I’m trying to make up for them. It’s your sixth birthday we’ve celebrated, and I wanted to do something special. A vendor was selling these, barely a kilometer away. I thought…. Well, you’d love it.” Buir says, blushing slightly, as if he’s embarrassed.

“Oh, Buir… I love it! Vor entye, vor entye!” Niva says, lurching up and wrapping her boney arms around his neck. He embraces her and clips the necklace around Niva’s neck. She looks down, beaming with pride, admiring her new accessory.

Before either one can say anything, shouting comes from outside the tent. Not he usual friendly banter, but loud fearful shouts and orders. Niva’s people are Mandalorians, this clan specifically doesn’t get scared easily. Buir stands quickly, slipping on his black and gold buy’ce.

“Niva, listen to me, don’t move. Stay here until I come back, alright, ad’ika?” He cups her cheek and she nods quickly, slipping into her sleeping bag. Buir dashes out, checking the charge on his Verpine Blaster.

Seconds pass. Then minutes. The shouts don’t stop, and now roars of engines fill the air. Niva clamps her hands over her ears and curls into a ball beneath the sleeping bag. Why, why us? Why is it always me that makes things happen?

The sounds of blaster fire are next, then the smell of carbon. The smoky smell makes its way into Niva’s nostrils and makes her eyes water. Soon, it gets quiet. Too quiet. There’s over fifty Mandos, men and women, who’re apart of this legion. Only two voices are heard from outside the tent. One is unrecognizable, almost foreign because of the accent. The other voice is…

“Buir… no no no…” Niva scrambles to her feet and peaks out of the tent flap. He’s on his knees, begging for his life. His helmet knocked off and lying almost ten meters away from him. The Mando standing over him is wearing unfamiliar red and white beskar. “Buir…”

She touches the little silver tree hanging between her collar bones. Deep breath in….deep breath out…. She was just about to run outside when her father kicked the strange man’s leg, causing him to collapse to the ground. The two fight it out, punch after punch, headbutt after headbutt. Niva watches in terror. What do I do? I can’t let him die!

Taglist because I need at least two notes for my soul to be happy:

@fionajames @sevdidntdie @hellhound5925 @will-is-silly

Glossary & pronunciation

K’olar ~ come here [koh-LAR]

Buir ~ father/mother (there’s no gender in Mando’a) [boo-EER]

Vor entye ~ thank you/ I accept a debt [vor-ENT-yay]

Ad’ika ~ little one, son, daughter, of any age - also used informally to adults much like lads or guys [ah-DEE-kah]

Buy’ce ~ helmet [BOO-shay]

#Niva Veen oc by Sha #star wars #Star Wars oc #clone troopers #tcw #captain rex #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #Star Wars fanfiction #republic commando #sha speaks #two souls entwined

[lily-orchard-gossip-blog]

I think lily is the queen of writing something that she claims is sweet and wholesome but is actually really bad.

Like Niva apparently never has friends, she only has her sister. That's just not good, and should be something the story fixes. Instead lily doesn't have that as a core point of the story, which it should be.

She claims the entire point of the story is to have Niva become less dependent on her sister and stand up for herself, but that's clearly untrue since she makes no friends and seems to end the story just sticking to her sister like before. Like how is that a good thing or even a story at all?

If anything, the story wants them to remain codependent.

From what I've seen, Lily needs to have one of her characters be isolated and dependent on the "strong" and "charismatic" one.

The isolated character isn't allowed to branch out their support group, and must always be a perfect little yes man. In return, they're rewarded with the "normal" character's unwavering love and affection.

Which is why all of her stories read as abusive.

But of course, you can only say that so many times before we all start rolling our eyes.

#lily orchard

[demawrites]

Hi! I’m Dema

This is the side-blog for @demarogue that is specifically for writing – mostly fanfic, some original work. I’ll also participate in @dadrunkwriting here (and here’s my prompt list for that!), and post work for challenges and exchanges. And, of course, hype my moots. 

If you’re looking for my batshit shenanigans, that’s at my main blog. Art is at @demadraws, and @demaesthetic is where I keep a bunch of visual inspiration with no text. Pick your poison. 

I dabble in a lot of fandoms but these are the ones I am currently only creating for:

Dragon Age

Currently writing Cullen and Cassandra ship fics, but I’m a Solasmancer in my heart and am kicking around a few things for future.

Letters to the Dead – [M, multi-chapter] In the wake of their sudden breakup and Solas' disappearance, Niva Lavellan copes by writing letters she know she cannot send, and by taking the path untraveled. Is it still a rebound, if he's the one? (Cullavellan)

You’re Bad but You’re Mine – [M, multi-chapter] The Inquisitor is not a good man. Cassandra knows the Inquisitor is not a good man. He is dangerous, and deceitful, and self-interested. He is cunning, and promiscuous, and if he has a moral compass at all, Maker only knows which direction it points. He is worse than terrible at his job; he is a liability. He was an assassin. Is. He is an assassin. But for all that, Cassandra cannot help herself. She's as drawn to him as a moth to flame.

Lethologica – (currently on Hiatus) [M, longfic] Before the Mage Rebellion and the Inquisition, Alethea Trevelyan knew nothing of war...or much of anything, in the world beyond her circle. Young, noble-born and pampered, she faces a reckoning after a protracted stay in the worst-case scenario future, realizing she must transform into something else – and find ways to connect with those who she instinctively trusts the least – if any of them are to survive. (Cullevelyan)

I tag stuff here with #dragon age and #da:i

I am taking asks and prompts! You can search the prompts I’ve compiled at #writing prompts (I think this link only works in browser. You can also find it on my sidebar). 

#about me #pinned post

[demarogue]

Hi, I’m Dema

Hello Friend! Welcome to this virtual rubbermaid bin full of random shit I like. Sorry for the mess. 

I’m a writer and artist mostly on Tumblr for fandom reasons. You might think: you should probably side blog! And I do, but in a way that isn’t particularly useful. You can find my art-focused account at @demadraws​, writing at @demawrites​ and a random aesthetic thing at @demaesthetic​ but otherwise all of the fandom stuff is right here, jumbled together with cats and memes and PSAs. You might know me from this stupid meme:

Which I made for my buddy Niri, but remains true of my OCs, my fics, this blog, me, etc etc.

I follow and read a lot of fandom work but currently am creating for these ones (edit: reduced to just one because I’m trying to exit the other):

Dragon Age

Currently writing Cullen and Cassandra ship fics, but I’m a Solasmancer in my heart and am kicking around a few things for future.

Letters to the Dead – [M, multi-chapter] In the wake of their sudden breakup and Solas' disappearance, Niva Lavellan copes by writing letters she know she cannot send, and by taking the path untraveled. Is it still a rebound, if he's the one? (Cullavellan)

You’re Bad but You’re Mine – [M, multi-chapter] The Inquisitor is not a good man. Cassandra knows the Inquisitor is not a good man. He is dangerous, and deceitful, and self-interested. He is cunning, and promiscuous, and if he has a moral compass at all, Maker only knows which direction it points. He is worse than terrible at his job; he is a liability. He was an assassin. Is. He is an assassin. But for all that, Cassandra cannot help herself. She's as drawn to him as a moth to flame.

Lethologica – (currently on Hiatus) [M, longfic] Before the Mage Rebellion and the Inquisition, Alethea Trevelyan knew nothing of war...or much of anything, in the world beyond her circle. Young, noble-born and pampered, she faces a reckoning after a protracted stay in the worst-case scenario future, realizing she must transform into something else – and find ways to connect with those who she instinctively trusts the least – if any of them are to survive. (Cullevelyan)

I tag stuff here with #dragon age and #da:i 

#it was about time I made one of these #given how disorganized the blog itself is #about me #pinned post