#semiplot

[swaxe]

sorry i just thought about this again and burst into something

[stabbyfoxandrew]

i know you're not entirely happy with what you wrote, but i always love reading your writing no matter what

especially mafia au, i love how you characterize neil kevin and jean

TwT thank you anon i love writing these stupid silly assholes so much but man... i Struggle sometimes :'))

[monstersflashlight]

Patreon Commission for Zars

Request: The semiplot I had was reader finds out friend cheated on their partner and sides with the ex cause cheating is a no-no so we comfort their now ex, and ya-know, emotions get going. I was thinking more of it leads into an NSFW situation. They were friends thru the cheater but they’ve both stopped talking to that person due to what happened, and then all of a sudden while they’re talking there’s a kiss, and then another and then clothes are on the ground

Good Devil

Demon x fem!reader || sex with feelings, horn-play (?) || tw: cheating (mentioned)

She cheated. She had an amazing boyfriend and she cheated. You knew they weren’t in their best moment, but he was amazing with her, and she still went out and fucked her coworker. In his place. Fuck. That was just fucked up in a way you couldn’t forgive, so after you gave her your a piece of your mind you left her there... and went to him.

When you knocked on the door, he wasn’t surprised. He stepped to the side and let you sit on his couch as he sat right next to you. You didn’t have to say anything, you looked at him and hugged his middle as he told you everything. Over the time you’d been friends, you grew closer and closer. Your talk becomes heated easily, vehemently telling him it wasn’t his fault, that he was fantastic. And even when he didn’t believe you, you kept praising him because he was. He was everything you told him and so much more.

It takes a while for you two to calm down, your face pressed against his chest and his wings wrapped around your body. At some point, your angry tears and his frustrated sighs calm down enough. Silence becomes comfortable as you hug closer, melting against each other until you can hear his heart against your ear and he keeps breathing in your scent.

The intimacy is everything you expected and more. You didn’t want to admit that you might have a bit of a crush on your friend’s boyfriend, but now that she was an asshole and cheated on him… You can feel the spark between the two of you shining brighter than ever.

You push back from his chest, his wings unfurling as you touch his face softly, caressing his cheek. “Do you… do you feel this, too?��

“Yes,” his broken response has your body vibrating with excitement. “I’ve been feeling this for a long time,” he confesses.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask in a softer tone.

“Please,” his plea is enough for you. You close the distance between your bodies, almost throwing yourself on top of him, legs at either side of his body as you cup his cheeks and close the space between your mouths.

It starts soft and exploring, but in less than a minute he’s taking over. His hands find your hair and he starts to pull, arching your neck enough to claim your mouth at a better angle. He kisses you like he’s starving for your taste, and it makes you burn with pleasure.

You grab onto his horns and he breaks the kiss with a sinful groan. “Good devils… do… do that again,” he stutters his request and it makes you feel powerful. You rub his horns, and he lets out a broken cry… So you do it again, and again, until he’s begging for you for more.

“Please, please, just… Can I… Can you…?” He grabs your wrists, stopping your movements on his horns as you keep kissing up and down the column of his neck, using a bit more teeth than necessary. “I can’t think when you do that.” You stop and pull back enough to look into his eyes. “Do you want this? Do you want me?”

You look at him for a few more seconds, looking for answers in his dark eyes. You can feel him getting anxious, his bat wings twitching behind him on the sofa as you lean towards him and whisper against his lips: “More than anything.”

It’s like you pressed the right button, and suddenly you are in the air, and he’s pushing his wings up and down as you fly through your apartment until you are on your back and he’s undressing you with frantic movements. “Off, off, off…” He chants.

You help him with the clothes until your naked skin presses against his own, the natural heat of his demon form warming you impossibly hot. The heat of his skin makes your nipples ache in pleasure as he takes one in his mouth and you let out a scream.

He pulls back for a second, looking up at your eyes to make sure you are alright, and it warms your heart more than it warms your body. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me…”

“Are you sure?” He asks again, making your heart beat a bit faster, feel a bit fuller.

“Yes! For fuck’s sake, push that demon dick in my pussy!” You try not to sound too mad, but you are desperate and aching. He huffs a laugh and manhandles you into a better position. He’s on his knees and you are pressing against his chest, the tip of his cock pressing against your core. “Take as much of me as you want,” he whispers against your ear. It sounds like a promise, one that you are fully intending to claim.

You lower your hips little by little. He feels so big you aren’t sure if you could take him full, but you are 100% going to try. It takes a while for you to get past the first ridge, but when it pushes inside of you, he screams and you feel warmth spreading inside your pussy.

You stop your movements and look at his head thrown back and exposed throat. “Did you just come?” You try not to sound smug, but you fail miserably.

But he doesn’t mind, he’s rocking his hips in tiny thrusts, making your whole body move. “Fuck, yes. Keep going. Keep going. So good.”

His dick doesn’t get soft, it almost feels harder as you continue your journey to demon dick, rolling your hips and trying to get further down. His come helps lubricate the way, slipping faster inside of you as he keeps moaning and praising you. Your face must be almost as red as his, but you can’t care. You can’t focus on anything that’s not the incredible fullness inside of you.

By the time you bottom out, he’s chanting curses to the ceiling and you are about to burst. He feels so good inside of you… It takes you a few minutes to catch your breath and adapt to his size, but when pleasure starts to build in your lower abdomen, you grab his shoulders and start bouncing on his dick. He lets out a cry, and it only powers your movements further. He grabs your hips and helps you out. Up and down, up and down… The pleasure is almost blinding.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise. You arch your back as he holds you up, screaming his name as he thrusts harder into you. He’s not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as his orgasm takes over his body. You scream in unison as pleasure rides your bodies.

You come down to your body wrapped around his. “It’s mean to say I’m glad she cheated?” You whisper against his chest. He laughs so hard your head bounces on his pectorals.

“Good Devil, I adore you.”

[imaginarianisms]

semiplotted starter for @velcryons

Another day, another life in autumn that would soon turn to winter in a few moons time. Now was a good time as any for a good swim in the God's Eye and to prepare with the harvesting that naturally grew from the surrounding woodlands of cursed Harrenhal. Woven basket she'd made herself in hand, Alys had just finished selecting the last few batches of strawberries and corn and placed it in the kitchens of the castle before something in the skies caught her eye followed by a dragon's screech. What's this? Alys ran out to the banks of the God's Eye to greet the pair, her raven black hair still dripping wet from her swim in the lake and smelling of sweetgrass. This dragon looked familiar, she recognized it flying above the skies as a sentry while looking through the window when Queen Rhaenyra arrived at Harrenhal to see the army Daemon had mustered here to fight in her name, although she hadn't seen his rider, for the dragon was far too high up in the sky for her to get a good glimpse. Seeing the pair up close was a marvel to behold, the blue-grey and orange dragon a most wondrous sight to see and seeing his rider had her breath hitch momentarily. Glimpses in the God's Eyes, in flames and in clouds had shown her the fall of King's Landing and ships burning, only... this Velaryon lord was alone with his own dragon. The pictures in her mind arose: a burning hill, screams of the damned on the wind.

Curious, Alys approached the two dressed in black, embroidered with sprawling weirwood branches and bloodred leaves. Autumn sun bathed through the tall trees and on the grass, casting light on her russet brown skin, her eyes an emerald sheen.

❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬,❞ Alys greets as black swans flew above them, ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.❞ she observes, eyeing Seasmoke, intrigued.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬? 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥?❞ Word travelled fast and she could hear it all in whispers. These ones didn't seem to have the taste for needless bloodshed and conquest, though. Nevertheless, Alys would have given these two a run for their gold if it truly came down to it, although something was telling her that the man standing before her would change history.

[daily-mienfoo]

((Azzy is finally out of the bottle “trick”, and really confused on what just happened))

((prev.))

[timekeepxr]

@tarnishedmishap || plotted starter || prison break au!

          Sara spent time at the prison trying to make a difference. It wasn’t the life that her father wanted for her, tending the people that he put away, but she had never done what her father wanted-- why start now? Putting her pen in the pocket of her scrubs, she walked into exam room one. “Leonard Snart,” she said by way of greeting. “What can I help you with today?” She said looking up from his chart and sitting on the stool opposite the examination table. He was striking and it made her pause for a moment before she cleared her throat. “I’m-- I’m Dr. Sara Lance.” 

[lolotoituaigaarchived3]

~ @xobriemode​ / [here]

( brie love → sent ) ; oh gods, how on earth did they get sick? ( brie love → sent ) ; i’m rushing home right now. ( brie love → sent ) ; and once the kids are taken care of, i’ll give ya a nice soak, yeah? vomit isn’t fun, after all.

[kleinstar]

EVENT TIME!

this is like... semiplotting ad kinda thing - it just generally means im coming to dm you or whichever if your preferred form of contact ) to ask what biome would you like the most!

Eiden will have fantasia powerself available, im leaning to faekin and having him be some kind of buffer and or healer type of thing with the look of the current nu:c event look but also normie eiden is available

a group thread? you need to tell me if you'd like one and also have a pal ready to participate OR a suggestion of who i could ask!

uncapped, very vague info underneath

FANTASIA - not my top choice bc im not good at writing fights but hey not harm trying?? def fantasia!eiden in this one though

SEA - eiden has the aesthetics and tail/fins of either lionfish or beta orr mandarinfish, ill pick it and hey probably also wearing the leathercollarveststrap ...set up here with the chains but no shirts etc bc under sea lol - BUT ANYWAY get lost into the sea with eiden!

SPACE - eiden's probably decent at stealth so he might do fine as long as he doesnt have to fight the thing lol

JUNGLE - lets just try not to die from heat and traps and chaos stuff happens yay, either way love this

[starkastichotmess]

@smokedanced || semiplotted starter.

Regardless of the familiarity of the suit's design itself, Tony still isn't quite sure what to make of the fact that Cerberus was the one who built this particular model, basing it off his previous Iron Man armour when they had effectively kidnapped him, supposedly in some twisted effort to save his life.

The black, white, and gold theme, however, grinds his nerves more than anything else, missing his red and gold as he walks through the merc base, his HUD offering IFF information on all the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and Blood Pack members he pass, as well as the occasional freelancer. Besides making note of a few particularly interesting cases, he dismisses the majority of the alerts as they pop up.

"Stark, I've scanned the area, but I am unable to plot any other paths to Archangel," EDI notes over the squad comms, bringing Tony up short as he pauses to converse with the AI.

Glancing back at the two Cerberus agents following him, he resigns himself to the slower path of staying on the ground for now. He's already got JARVIS sneaking into Cerberus's network to destroy all their stolen data about his suits and weaponry, so he's not about to provide them with anything himself, even once he does return to Citadel space and schedule a press conference to explain his disappearance for the last two years.

"Guess we're going with the mercs," he sighs in exasperation.

"The heavy mechs and gunship possess considerable firepower. Weakening them before leaving will improve your chances."

"I'll take care of it. Thanks, EDI," Tony acknowledges, wondering just what exactly she would be capable of were it not for Cerberus's shackles… He might have to see about changing that soon enough, though preferably when most of the Cerberus crew are off the ship so no one notices what he's up to.

Coming up on the barricade to the boardwalk, however, JARVIS pops up an alert onto his HUD from his own localised scans through the suit as he catches sight of the blue armoured turian in the distance: IFF ID CONFIRMED: GARRUS VAKARIAN.

"Alright, change of plans," Tony says as he turns to the other two, taking advantage of the privacy of his suit so he can't be overheard by the mercs while tapping into their comms. "We're wiping out this base. Wipe out all the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and Blood Pack you find. I'll handle the freelancers on a case-by-case basis."

"Stark," Lawson starts, clearly displeased, only to be immediately cut off.

"That's an order, Lawson. I have more intel than you do. As soon as we're done here, I'm leaving you two to handle the cleanup on the bridge, and I'm going to Archangel's base. Got it?"

"Understood," she grounds out, glaring at the emotionless mask of the Iron Man suit.

For the first time since waking up from cryo, Tony is actually glad for the theft of intellectual property, as his suit is fully equipped with his standard weapons arsenal, and with JARVIS's help, he makes quick work of entire rooms of mercs at a time as his team progresses through the base. With confirmation from EDI and JARVIS that all hostiles in the base are either dead or incapacitated, Tony starts toward the bridge.

"JARVIS, get me on his comms," he says, looking out over the bridge to the sniper perch. Once the popup shows up on his HUD, he grins as he teases directly into Garrus's private comm channel, "Archangel. Did you miss me?" before activating the suits repulsors to take flight, music blaring from the speakers as he spirals through the air across the bridge, dropping a handful of grenades on top of the unlucky freelancers to still be on their warpath, not realising their bosses are all dead.

[vortexparadox]

@smokedanced || semiplotted starter.

Martha pauses outside the Citadel Tower, looking out over the Presidium, still a bit in shock that that actually worked. Her impromptu speech to the Council to get them to induct her into the Spectres in order to chase after Saren wasn't what she had expected how things would go, but fortunately travelling with the Doctor had given her plenty of inspiration for such things.

Turning to look at her companions, she's also still a bit shocked at the new crew she's managed to pick up within just the last few hours, and none of them human to boot. She just hopes the Normandy crew doesn't give any of them any trouble, because she sure as hell isn't going to turn away invaluable help from someone more qualified than anyone currently on the ship for dealing with some of the situations that are bound to come up in this mission simply because that person doesn't happen to be human.

Though they certainly seem to be drawing a number of questioning looks with their group consisting of a human, turian, quarian, and krogan. Huffing slightly in amusement, she smiles at the others. "Thanks for being there with me through that. I need to stop by C-Sec Requisitions, and then stop somewhere to order dextro supplies to be delivered to the Normandy. If you have any last minute business to take care of, now's the time, or you're welcome to head on to the ship. I'll message Joker so he knows to let you onboard."

"I'll head on," Wrex notes with a nod, which Martha returns before glancing at Tali.

"I'll be sure to pick up a sterilization unit and plenty of antibiotics and antihistamines for you, Tali, if you want to go ahead and go check out Engineering," she offers with a knowing smile. "I'm sure our chief engineer will be more than happy to give you a tour."

"Thank you, Shepard," Tali says, nearly bouncing in her excitement before she takes off to catch up with Wrex as they head back to the docking area, Martha watching them almost fondly as she sees Wrex slow down just a little to let the quarian catch up with him.

Turning her focus on Garrus, her smile turns a touch wry as she looks up at him. "You're welcome to come along if you want," she offers. "I'm pretty sure I saw a cafe earlier that serves both dextro and levo that we could stop at for lunch. I don't know about you, but I haven't had a chance to eat since Eden Prime, and I'm starving."

[immortaljackal]

@smokedanced (Wren) || semiplotted starter.

There aren't many things in the galaxy that can surprise her, but seeing a dead Spectre walking past the bar in Afterlife is definitely one of them - even if Layla does appreciate the irony of the whole situation, considering…

Honey-gold eyes track the Spectre as she heads up the stairs - well, this is interesting… Aria's involved, is she? - before turning back to the bar, quickly downing her drink and waving her omnitool toward the bartender to pay off her tab. With the turian's bored nod, she smirks, winking at him as she slides off the stool and makes her way toward the raised VIP lounge where Aria keeps her personal couch.

Taking a spot by one of the standing tables, she keeps a close eye on both staircases, waiting for the moment when Shepard and her squad - a human male in fitted black and white light armour and a human female in fitted black and grey hooded light armour - come back down a few minutes later.

Honey-gold eyes flick in the direction where they seem to be heading, frowning at the sight of the batarian in Blue Suns armour. She's heard of their recruitment efforts, of course - it's hard to be a mercenary on Omega and not hear about it and Archangel giving most of the merc gangs trouble - but even she has to admit it's been amusing watching the gangs flounder while trying to take out one lone turian.

Snapping her focus back on the Spectre, she steps away from the table, and directly into the squad's path, her golden eyes as well as the golden jackal embossed on her own black armour briefly catching the fiery red light of Afterlife and seeming to glow.

"Commander Shepard," she greets as quietly as she can, given the overall noise of the club, not wanting to draw undue attention their way. "A word, if you have a moment?"

[divinagloria]

for @kingoftheravens || semiplotted

The god of revelry’s laughter could be heard from across the room as they settle beside the other and offer him a goblet of wine.

      “You look thirsty, friend. Have a drink, kick your feet back and relax.”

The suggestion came with a grin, legs crossing as they gestured at a maenad to handle an argument they could hear brewing. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” Their head tilts as they look more closely at him, eyes narrowing slightly as if sizing him up.

[alxnetxgether-moved]

Semiploted starter for @conduitandconjurer

Trevor looked across the bar as he noticed a familiar face. It was one of his regulars, Klaus Hargreaves. It honestly never took long to recognize him. He was always wearing something eccentric that would probably look like dog shit on somebody else, and he had a chaotic yet friendly energy about him. He would be one of the more interesting customers Trevor had to deal with even without the family name backing him up.

"Hey man, the usual or something different today?" Trevor asks as he throws a towel over his shoulder and leans against the counter as he waits for him to sit down and order. He hadn't seen him in a few days and he silently wondered what someone like Klaus got up to when he wasn't drinking.

[ofcrossrcads]

{ @gcroinya - semiplotted starter }

While sometimes a contract was a contract, not all of them were created equal.  Some took a little more effort, while others took finesse.  Like toying with literal cosmic powers.  Some days, her job was a fucking pain.  But souls were kind of her thing, and if nothing else, it kept things from getting too monotonous. While her normal style was usually more of a cut and run than anything, with what it had taken to get this particular soul back, you could be damn sure she was going to stick around to see the results. So that was how she ended up here, arms folded, as she waited (more than a little impatiently) for the woman before her to wake.  

After all she’d done to bring her back...she’d better be damn special.

[wytrzymaloscarchived]

She was walking down towards her car when she heard her name being called out. Turning around, she finds herself grinning when she see’s Nathan making his way towards her. She hadn’t been able to see him since their impromptu post-event meal, their schedule’s causing the two of them to rarely cross paths with one another, and because of that, her grin was warm and genuine as she wondered what he was doing, calling her out. “What’s up?”

& @beautifulmxnds / sc.

[bellaofthewest]

@geniusalchemist semiplotted for a thing

            The witch smirked a little as she held out what COULD be a marshmallow toward Izka, grinning a little, “come ooon, eat it. It’s not going to kill you.” To be fair, no one really took food from the Witches of the West, even though poisoning wasn’t their specialty. “I’ve been working really hard to get the texture right, I need your expert opinion.” He was actually the FIRST person she was offering her confections to, she wanted to make sure they were good before she gave some to her mother.. and anyone else.

             “We deserve something nice, don’t you think?”