#stealing gems from a statue

[oldschoolfrp]

A thief nimbly steps past drunken man-orc guards after prying a giant ruby from the eye of a statue with his dagger (Don Greer, Down in the Dungeon, Squadron/Signal Publications, 1981). This looks like a nod to Trampier's iconic AD&D Players Handbook cover, also referenced by Holloway in I3: Pharaoh.

[gothcsz]

You are a vision bathed in gold, draped in silk so sheer it whispers against your dark brown skin.

Gems glisten along your body, catching the torchlight as you move, your thick curls cascading down your back, perfumed with jasmine and frankincense.

Laughter and music fill the grand hall of the villa, yet you hear none of it. Your pulse thrums with anticipation, your eyes lined in kohl scanning the shadows beyond the revelry.

He is waiting.

General Marcus Acacius is a man carved from war itself—broad-shouldered and towering, his presence alone commands obedience. His skin bears the marks of battle, scars that whisper of wars fought in faraway lands, of blood spilled in the name of Rome.

His face, chiseled like a statue of Mars, is hardened with years of discipline, but his chestnut brown eyes soften when they fall upon you.

To the world, he is unshakable, a warrior bound by duty. But here, in the hidden corridors of this villa, beneath the moonlight and your touch, he is simply a man who burns for you.

When he reaches for you, his fingers, calloused from wielding a sword, trace the delicate gold jewelry that adorns the length of your arm. “You glow like the dawn,” he murmurs, voice thick with longing. “And yet, I can only worship you at dusk.”

You shiver when his lips find the curve of your shoulder, his breath igniting a fire beneath your skin. You arch into him, clunky bracelets chiming with the movement, your body yielding to the one man who should not have you but does regardless.

By day, you are a nomadic dancer, traversing the world with a handful of other women. An exotic prize meant to entertain Rome’s elite. They watch you sway, eyes hungry, but it is only Marcus who truly sees you.

He watches with a gaze that devours, his hands clenching as you move, knowing he will claim you when the night swallows the city whole.

But time is a cruel mistress. Rome will call him back to war soon, and you will be left with only the memory of his touch, the ghost of his kisses upon your skin.

Still, you do not resist him. When his lips capture yours, you taste wine and yearning, his devotion searing through you. “For you, I would steal the stars,” he vows against your lips, and though you know it is folly, you believe him.

Tonight, you will love him as if the Gods themselves have turned away, as if fate is not already weaving your undoing.

Let the city have him in the light.

Here, in the shadows, he is yours.

[fudgechocolatepuff]

a lovebirds bloom! 🌷 pt.i

keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)

pt.ii of a lovebirds bloom , pt.iii of a lovebirds bloom

summary ⋆ ꪆৎ you with an unoccupied life intertwine paths with the fastest and busiest hero, where you both catch a break in your tranquil flower shop. lots of love in the air begin to unfold ꪆৎ

In contrast to the big city where everyone bustled to work in a hurry and longed for a minute more at home, you were met with a life you found quiet, but quite easy.

Fortunately, you were able to nag yourself a lovely position as a florist in a small flower shop tucked away from all the chaos that the streets carried.

You took your current job to be a gem, considering you had a never-ending obsession with flowers and bouquets since you entered high school that thankfully you kept as you approached your 20s.

Despite the fears that others had about these small jobs like lower compensation, you found peace in such a laid back and natural environment, an escape from the worldly problems that awaited you when you flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Of course, you were aware that the shop wasn’t very popular among those in the city, and you didn’t exactly “make bank” like you had intended to as a teen, but you still enjoyed the connections you made with your boss, your other 3 co - workers, and your clients. 

Due to the lack of popularity of the flower shop, it wasn’t normal that anyone of high status ever visited. They’d always be too busy with their inquires to bless you with their presence or had their assistants do it instead.

Until one day when you were browsing through your laptop, choosing and buying flowers from suppliers when you heard the jingle of the door bell ring faintly in front of you.

If there were anyone you weren’t expecting to walk in the shop to browse through the supply of plants, you definitely weren’t ready to see the number two hero in the country waltz through the door.

You stopped scrolling through the page you were on and stared at the hero, observing his movements in awe.

Out of all of the training your co-workers drilled into you, you had no idea how you were going to confront the winged hero.

Um, Hello?? Hero Hawks?? What brings you in our flower shop that’s literally the size of a dormitory room?? On a random sunday afternoon in the beginning of march?? What the flip??

The air of your workspace became too awkward for you to breathe in.

Gosh, it was just so random that such a well known hero like him would be in such a small flower shop like the one you worked in, the comparison was mortifying.

You knew that pro heroes existed, sure, but making interaction with them seemed like talking to someone of higher class.

Well, maybe it was like literally talking to someone of higher class, but in a scenario like this, it was 1000x more intimidating.

You watched his eyes as they glanced every few seconds in the ‘solid tones’ from the ‘pink’ selection to the ‘red’ selection, and then to the ‘baby blue’.

You weren’t the best analyst, but you quickly recognized the lost gaze he held in his eyes as he searched without a clue what he was even looking for in the first place.

It was kind of cute to see him so concentrated on some silly flowers.

Hawks then turned his head toward you and caught the admiration in your face, returning a gentle smile that made you mentally curse yourself for letting him catch you drool at him as if he were a masterpiece of art.

His revealed toned arms crossed against his chest definitely were a piece of art no doubt about that-

“ ‘scuse me, but could I steal you away for a minute? I jus’ need some help… doing all of this I guess,” the hero chuckled to you, his hand ruffling through the winded locks of his hair. 

Your knees shook at the warmth of his voice and his boyish laugh that you almost ignored the initial request all together as you treasured his being.

You swear his presence was a mesmerizing haze, leaving you dumbstruck for a few moments.

“Oh… oh! Yes, yes! I’ll be right there!” You exclaimed to him as you snapped out of your lovesick daze, skipping out from behind the register counter to resolve his flower fiasco.

You stood to his side, looking up at him with your hands clasped behind your back. “So, how can I help you today, Hawks?” 

His hesitation and ‘ah..’ that dragged out of his mouth revealed to you that he didn’t know how to start with his little issue. Poor him, you thought. Might’ve been a bizarre story for all you knew.

You assured him that you could help no matter how peculiar the situation.

Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you had to stand there all day to listen to his melodic voice.

He put his hands in the fronts of his pant pockets as he began to explain,

“Alright, so, ya’ see, today happens to be one of my friends’ birthday, Mirko, I’m sure you know who she is, and ah.. I kinda forgot ta’ get her a present—hero duties and all, ‘course I’d forget, right?”

You nodded your head and hummed letting him know you were listening to his story.

He scratched the back of his neck as he continued,

“Only thing I can think of getting her right now are flowers, I know she likes them, but I dunno the first thing about flowers. You get where I am in this situation?” he smiled nervously, hoping you’d understand.

“Yeah, I have an idea,” you giggled, your hand making its way to cover your mouth as you poked fun at him, “kind of crazy how you would forget such an important birthday like that though.”

The hero put his hands up in defeat, “You got me there. That’s bad on my part, but at least I’m trying to salvage this,” he joked. “I’m just hung up on what to get her, I can’t picture any color, any theme, nothing.”

He turned to fully face you and tilted his head a bit to the right, a cheekier grin tugging at his lips. “Thankfully though I’ll be saved by the cutest florist who I’m sure will get me hooked up on the best selection of flowers.”

You felt your teeth suddenly grind against each other with a sharp breath you took in following after, making Hawks laugh at your stiffened reaction.

“So, what combination do you think would go well for today’s occasion?” He awaited your response with an owl-ish blink, crossing his arms again in anticipation.

Shaking off the embarrassment pooling in the core of your stomach, you took a moment to think.

‘Mirko.. although she appeared as a tough fierce woman, you personally believed she’d appreciate something elegant and light. (It made even more sense to you since the spring season would begin to bloom this week.)’

“I was thinking of something simple. Um, perhaps a pair of white roses and lavender baby’s breath..?” You searched Hawks’ eyes for any sign of approval, to which a glint in his eye shone as he looked back at you.

“I trust your judgment to whatever selection you make for me. I already know that I’ll leave this shop saved.”

His caring attributes and words were hypnotizing you as a timid smile curved at your lips and you held back the urge to utter an “awww.”

“I’ll get them wrapped up for you right now, it shouldn’t take too long.”

You still couldn’t fathom the fact that Hawks was literally the only one in the shop with you, it didn’t feel real, more like a dream where everything around you would turn into clouds and the two of you would levitate towards eachother until your lips met-

snip snip!

Hawks’ knuckles knocked rhythmically on the counter as his leaned figure watched yours snipping the stems of snow white roses.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes linger over your delicate fingers, handling the plants so well. He bet your touch was as gentle as a feather.

What was he thinking.

Hawks felt his heart tighten. He wasn’t sure if it was out of flattery, but his pinkening cheeks told him otherwise.

He should stop by this place more often.

He gulped down his thoughts, pupils looking up at you showing off your work to the hero.

The boquete was decently sized, definitely not small. The flowers were spread out and mixed evenly making the colors appear vibrant. From the stem up, the plant bunch was wrapped in a lovely baby pink sheet.

You extended your arm to his face, obliviously poking him in the cheek with the flowers as you finalize your final touches with a little ‘shift’ here and a ‘shift’ there.

“It’s not the best I’ve whipped up, but I hope this is good enough for Mirko.”

Standing up straight, Hawks took the boquete out of your hands, ever so slightly making sure to brush his fingers against yours, transferring the jolt of electricity from his body to yours.

It would be criminal to ignore a gesture like such. Who were you kidding—it left your beating heart throbbing, yearning for more contact. You had to keep it professional.

His hawk-like eyes stabbed daggers into yours, releasing a spell that couldn’t let you look away from the man in front of you.

“Knew I could trust you. Cutest flowers I’ve ever seen. They’re perfect.” he insisted, face not faltering one bit as he kept his eye contact with you—not looking away for a second—and craned his head the tiniest bit to the right to steal another flustered smile from you.

You hoped that he wasn’t talking about the flowers.

The three seconds that you and Hawks took engulfing each other in the moment felt like it lasted three years.

Yes, it was cliché, no need to yell it in your face, but it was nice. For both you and Hawks.

You had a delightful change of pace in your uneventful days, and with the most gorgeous man your eyes ever laid upon? Come on, you had to enjoy this.

You were a lovely girl to be around, really. Something about your personality just felt soothing after all the mental and physical wounds he endured throughout the years.

He couldn’t just leave it all here though. He was no casanova—quite the opposite, actually—but he knew you two had some sort of connection.

Hell, maybe he was delusional about this, but he couldn’t care less. He felt his stomach sink whenever he looked back at you, depicting whether it were butterflies or not.

He cleared his throat. “Well, thanks for the flowers, sweetheart. I better move along now, duty calls. How much do I..”

“Oh..! No, no, don’t worry about it, it’s on me this time,” You stimbled an awkward, but sincere smile as your fingers subtly fidgeted with a strand of your hair, gliding up and down the piece.

Hopefully the ‘understanding’ sprinkled into your smile would console him of his awkwardness. Even you could see it, and that was saying something.

The winged hero returned a soft grin to that, muttering a “thank you.” as he made his way to the door, his hand hovering over the handle.

He turned his head back to look at you, capturing your image in his mind so he could replay it over and over when he made his leave.

Raising your hand to wave him goodbye, you wondered when the next time you’d see him would be, or if you would ever even see him again. It felt bittersweet.

“Come back again soon.”

“I plan to do so.” He professed, pulling the door open and taking a few steps out the shop before he took off into the city, leaving you shocked and still in the shop by his bold remark.

If anyone were to be zipping through the winds at a decently fast speed, it’d be normal to be a bit cold.

But in this case, the winged hero was warming up the more your shop came out of view. He whipped out his phone from his pocket and opened his “imessage”.

hawks:

i think i just met the love of my life. and kind of ruined it sent 1m ago

rumi:

you dumbass. sent just now

a/n: longest and might be the corniest thing i ever wrote, cute tho! last part was kind of a joke, idk if hawks would acc text ppl like that. lmk if i should do another part! love uuu! 💗

[rcvcgers]

Duty's Cruel Embrace

account masterlist , series masterlist , ao3

18+ MINORS DNI

prologue | next chapter

playlist

pairing ; prince!xavier x princess!reader

synopsis ; after a long military campaign to try and conquer the mysterious kingdom of nabira, the kingdom of philos offers the king of nabira a deal to save his kingdom: a political marriage between the the crown prince and princess. the princess is whisked to the other side of the world, separated from her kingdom and family, forced to navigate her life in court with the help of a lemurian courtier and her duty as philos' next queen.

word count ; 1.7k words

author's note ; hi everyone! this is my new series that i am so happy to get started! it is a lil collaboration between me and the amazing vel!! ( @velaenam ) [go check out their part here!] hers takes place in ancient rome while mine is during the medieval times (mid-1200s to be exact!) please read the trigger warnings below before proceeding to read the prologue below. it serves as a warning for the rest of the series as it plays out.

as always, i am not responsible for what you decide to read/consume.

trigger/content warnings ; swearing, nsfw language, political manipulation, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, war and violence, sexual themes, misogyny/patriarchal culture, classism and elitism, culture tensions, xenophobia, racism, non consensual stuff at times...romantic love triangle, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (thanks vel for letting me steal <3)

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You slowly suck in a breath, the warm wind finding its way into your lungs, the flying sand tickling your nostrils. The familiar scent of sand mixes in with the perfumed oil on your skin, the floral smell making the small stretch of desert bearable despite the constant fires that burned outside the walls.

Smoke has become familiar to you. A constant presence in an evolving war that has claimed the lives of hundreds of men.

You exhale, slow and steady — determined. Your arms remain strong, the wooden bow adorned with gold accents in its design, light in your hand. 

The bow creaks as the string is pulled back. The tips of your fingers curl around the sinew drawstring, the once tacky material no longer sticking to your fingers after years of use. The crow feather from the arrow brushes against your cheek, remaining locked by the corner of your lips. 

You stand alone in the deserted area. It is a short distance away from the palace, a secondary home when you need to get away from the turmoils of life and the raging war that sits outside Nabira’s walls, threatening to burst inside at any moment.

From the distance, you hear the sounds of screaming men, their lives being carelessly ended in a battle that you know will only end in devastation for both sides.

The world moves around you. The wind brushes the hair out of your face, kissing your skin while a cloudless blue sky hangs above you. Sand flies past your eyes. Under the scorching rays of the sun, the specks look like gold, adding to the never ending beauty of your kingdom.

Footsteps sound from behind. You remain in a contest with the target before you, pushed across the plains at a far distance, farther than any of your father’s archers could reach, resting atop a rock where statues of your ancestors stand. The gold accents and gems catch the afternoon light, shining from afar.

“My brother,” you speak. The arrow remains still, ready to be unleashed. “Has he returned to us?”

“He has perished in the midst of battle,” your maid’s voice is quiet, meek. She trembles, eyes fixated on the bow and arrow that lies in your hand. “The Philos King and Prince are to arrive at the palace within the hour.”

You do not react. You do not move a single muscle. Your lungs burn, fingers aching as the string presses into your skin, threatening to tear your flesh and have your blood and tears fall into the earth beneath your feet.

You know what is to be expected of you. A fate that you have always deemed to be worse than death, a permanent ending to one’s story. It is a role that you have never wished to play. While other girls fantasized about their future husbands, you picked up a bow and books, dedicating your future to the prosperity of Nabira.

A bitter taste forms across your tongue. The future of your country is in shambles now that your brother’s soul has been ripped away from the earth.

“Who.”

“Who…?”

“Who killed my brother?”

Your maid remains silent. The sinew string sinks further into your skin. Your blood seeps into the material, slowly dripping from your fingers, falling into the golden sand below. It stains the desert just as the war outside Nabira’s walls does.

Did your brother’s blood sink into the sand? Did his flesh and bones submerge beneath the sand, returning him to the land where your ancestors rest?

“Lumière, my lady.”

The reflection from the gold adorned statue flashes into your eye. You do not flinch. You accept the pain with open arms, knowing that the dull ache that forms behind your eyes is immeasurable to the pain your brother must have felt on the battlefield.

“Lumière,” you breathe out the knight’s name, knowing that it belongs to the crown prince of Philos who has never lost a battle.

Anger bubbles inside your now hollow chest. Your grip on the string tightens, the material burying itself into your flesh, threatening to slice till it reaches your bones.

You release the arrow. It slices through the sky, its black feathers a whir before it disappears across the distance. The bow relaxes in your hand, the string vibrating before settling back into its rightful place. Your eyes attach to the red mark on the light colored string. A permanent scar to remind yourself of what you have lost today.

Your arms relax. They feel weak at your sides. The wind envelops your body, the sand hitting against your bare hands, chaffing them. A lump forms on the inside of your throat, the amalgamation of all your worries and fears ready to burst from your mouth at any given moment.

You remain silent. You hold back the tears that threaten to fall, not wanting them to mix in with the blood that lies at your feet.

The sand may have your blood, but it will never have your tears.

“Leave me,” the words fall from your mouth like a breathless plea for the divine spirits in your life to take the reins.

Your quiver hits your hip, the smooth leather soaking in the sun’s heat. Your dress is a vibrant teal color, a shade that compliments the sea not too far from Nabira. Your neck and arms are decorated with golden jewelry while your fingers remain bare, needing the mobility for your archery.

With one step, you push into the empty terrain. The desert is hot and the winds push you towards the statues that lay across the stretch of land. Minutes pass and the statues grow taller, more dominant in the sky, the white stone beckoning for you to come forward.

The wind whispers your name and picks up your hair. A woman’s voice calls for you from within the wind. Her voice is like a lullaby, one that your mother sang to you before she passed.

You stop before the steps that leads into the circle of sand. Two statues sit in the center of the perimeter, the inside of the circle filled with nothing but the sand of the kingdom you call home, the place you would willingly put your life down for to protect it.

A man’s voice touches your ears. It’s strong yet he doesn’t speak over the woman. The wind hums in harmony, their voices joined as one. 

You move up the first step, eyes focused on the pair of statues. With the second step, they become more visible. The male figure kneels before the woman, whose hand is placed atop his head. She wears a gold crown, fingers adorned with a single golden ring, a symbol of her love.

To you, though, you saw it as chains connected to the man whose name will forever be known throughout all of history while hers is destined to fade no matter how hard her emperor husband tried to keep her memory alive. Historians only ever remember men, never the women who push them towards greatness.

The people, though? They will remember her. They will carry on the memory of her life and legacy through the erected statues of the man’s dedication. Her stone shall never chip or crumble, the paint of her skin always remaining vibrant as the world breaks down others around her.

A step inside the circle. Your eyes move to the target, catching a glimpse of black crow feathers. You take a step to the side, every move calculated and made out of respect for the scene that sits in front of your eyes.

The arrow is lodged into the center of the target. A perfect hit from being at such a far distance. With one pull, you pull the arrow free from the woven straw of dead plants. The arrow is razor sharp, its jagged edges proving useful as a weapon of destruction.

You drag the tip of the arrow along the pad of your thumb. It presses into your flesh yet its touch is gentle, not slicing into your skin. You move in front of the statue, tilting your chin up. You lock eyes with the woman. The wind hastens, urgency met with every gust

Something resonates inside your heart. The once empty space, a void created by the death of your twin brother, is filled with a sense of purpose. Defiance crosses your mind. Your eyes flicker to the golden ring on her finger before moving back to her eyes.

“Is that what you wish for me, ancestor?” you ask aloud. The wind cools your fiery heart. “Are we to share the same fate?”

You slowly lower yourself onto your knees. The arrow falls to the side, forgotten as the wind covers it with sand. The golden flakes within the small fragments soothes your aching heart. The weight of Nabira’s world is released onto your shoulders, your knees sinking into the sand. You lean forward, bowing your head in reverence towards the ancestors who came before you, a gesture of honor and appreciation.

“Guide me,” you breathe the words out like they are a prayer, closing your eyes, “be with me till my last breath.”

Your hands submerge beneath the layers of sand. The wind quickens from around you, swirling as if it has come to life, their voices filling your ears and calming your racing mind. You draw in a long breath and slowly begin to exhale.

As your breath dies, so does the wind. You open your eyes and look at the woman before you.

There is a gentleness in her expression. She does not need to open her mouth to bring you the comfort and solace for the journey that has been laid out for you. Your fingers move to the side, curling around the arrow that sits beside your knees. You nod at her and rise to your feet. You turn on your heel, overlooking the landscape.

In the distance, Nabira’s walls stand tall, looming over the destruction and bloodshed that has tormented the soil for far too long. Plumes of smoke roll into the air, an omen of what is to come. Bells ring out, a signal for you to return to your father’s side, to mourn the loss of your brother, another life wasted in a useless war.

The wind brushes against your skin, pushing you towards your destiny.

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[bumblehoneybee]

Could you do Knuckles with a Raccoon S/O who's really good at sneaking around and stuff and is just a little gremlin? Totally doesn't have a hoard of little trinkets they've found

What’s Mine Can Be Yours Too

In the beginning, you were a nuisance. You reminded Knuckles of Rouge in a way, stealthy and silent when you wanted to be. But, to your credit, you never went for the emerald like she did. Instead, you found delight in scaring him.

From a distance. Since the first and last time you snuck behind him and yelled boo he had thrown you off the island. Then quickly caught you from falling. Then yelled at your for sneaking up on him like that.

And so you snuck around at a distance and shouted at him whenever you got on the cusp of his arm span. Knuckles hated it, so he made it his mission to catch you.

Honestly? It was kinda fun too. You kept him on his toes, and whether he caught you or not, it often resulted in him chasing you around the island. Your shrieks and giggles made him laugh too, a little. And with each new game of tag you found new little routes to take, discovering new parts of his home even he didn’t know about.

Knuckles lived here for years, but you made this place feel like a new world.

The sharp sound of metal on stone shocks him out of his thoughts. Knuckles whips around, growling when he sees you giggling behind a bush. He almost starts to charge your way, but then his foot hits something.

It’s some sort of statue, small and shaped like it was meant to carry something. Knuckles picks it up, able to recognize the shape is a Mobian but unable to pinpoint any defining features to suggest the species. You creep over slowly, footsteps tapping across the ground now that you no longer care for being stealthy.

“I found it in a cave.” You tell him, tail swishing low. “Buncha guys were digging around in there, but totally missed the golden idol! How stupid can you get?”

Knuckles squints your way. “Missed it? Was it in the ground?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, pulling more items from your pockets. Sparkling stones, strange metal bits, a mushroom or two. “It was in one of those little squares the guys like to make. Its head was sticking out of the dirt and everything, but no one noticed it!”

“You stole it.” Knuckles said. Immediately you blanched, dropping your prizes onto the ground. “From an archeological digsite.”

“I did not!” You protested. Still, as you tried to grab back your statue, Knuckles held it away. “It’s not stealing when it doesn’t belong to anyone! Besides, you’re a better keeper for it than those nerds!”

Knuckles wanted to be flattered. He was flattered. He just wished you hadn’t stolen the statue.

At least your puff-cheeked pout was cute.

“C’mon.” Knuckles said. Arguing with you wasn’t going to go anywhere anyhow. “I’ve got some gems. Let’s see if any fit in the crevice here.”

You brightened up instantly, happy to follow him towards his secret stash of treasure from his own hunting trips. “Are you gonna wear the cute hat?”

Knuckles quills stood on end. “It’s not cute!”

“But it is!”

In the beginning, you were a nuisance. And now? You still were a nuisance, just one that shared their treasure and time and company and love of life with him. And in the end, Knuckles was plenty happy with that.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Wear You Out Label Mature 18+

*Three Fiction Series*

Summary: Three fics in one, all fashion related based on Austin being your love/hate boyfriend.

Co-written with @peggyao3

Faux Pas Austin invites you into his world after hiding you for months in the shadows—however things don’t turn out as planned when you realize you do not fit in. ⚠️Hardcore/Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Mean Austin • toxic relationship • Love/Hate Relationship • public anxiety reader • insecure reader • mild public humiliation • dacryphilia • kiss it better • edging• oral on fem • clitplay• p in v hidden at a party • orgasms• creampie • aftercare

Dress You Down Austin books a private room at a luxury boutique to have you fitted for his upcoming red carpet event. He doesn’t seem to like any of the choices you put on, until you wear one he immediately wants to take off. ❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Moody Austin • distracted Austin• reader affection starved• vying for Austin’s attention •Austin’s approval • p in v in a dressing room• orgasm •cream pie• after care

Try on Haul Gaining fame as a fashion vlogger intimidates Austin, especially when he sees what they send you to wear, making him immediately want to ruin you in the outfits. ❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Austin jealous • brooding• reader gaining confidence • flaunting status • toxic relationship dynamics • Austin dominating • manhandling • put in place • nipple play• rough p in v on the floor• after care • slight career change

✨ Inspo: Austin w long hair phase 🔗 Masterlist

Summary Austin invites you into his world after hiding you for months in the shadows—however things don’t turn out as planned when you realize you do not fit in. ⚠️Hardcore/Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Mean Austin • toxic relationship • Love/Hate Relationship • public anxiety reader • insecure reader • mild public humiliation • dacryphilia • kiss it better • edging• oral on fem • clitplay• p in v hidden at a party • orgasms• creampie • aftercare

Faux Pas

The night air hangs heavy as you step out of the Uber, your strapped heels catching slightly on the uneven cobblestones of the chateau’s drive.

The sprawling estate glows against the evening sky, its ivy-draped walls and arched windows a testament to old-world decadence.

As you approach the entrance, a pair of security guards in sleek black suits stand vigilant. One of them fixes you with a vacant stare.

“Card.” He demands, and your fingers fumble as you pull out your ID, heart thudding as he takes it skimming the iPad in his hand. He finds your name and hands it back waving you in with a lazy flick of his light.

You let out a sigh of relief as you follow the golden lights lining the path to the garden party where Young Hollywood glitters like rare gems tonight.

Austin’s text from earlier keeps replaying in your mind “Dress nice. 1423 Château Drive. Big reveal.” Your heart had soared when you received that text. After months of secrecy, dodging paparazzi lenses and stealing moments in the shadowed corners of his life, he’d finally hinted at going public.

You’d spent hours in front of your apartment mirror, tugging at the hem of your black spaghetti strap dress, convincing yourself the simple cut was chic and timeless, paired with strappy heels borrowed from a friend.

Now, standing at the edge of this brand-hosted extravaganza, you feel like a moth fluttering toward a flame you definitely won’t survive.

The garden party thrums with energy. A DJ perched on a platform spins tracks that pulse through the night. Laughter rings out, sharp and bright from clusters of impossibly beautiful people, actors, influencers, models all clad in designer threads that shimmer under the string lights.

Champagne flutes clink, and the air buzzes with the casual arrogance of young fame. You smooth your dress, nerves rising as you scan the crowd.

Then you see him, Austin Butler, your secret boyfriend, your obsession, standing in-front of a marble fountain. He’s a vision of high fashion, dressed in a black suit tailored to perfection, the jacket slung open to reveal a sheer silk shirt that clings to his lean frame, hinting at the toned muscles beneath.

A thin silver chain gleams at his neck , catching the light as he tilts his head back to laugh with his pack of model friends. He’s untouchable, a golden god in a sea of mortals.

Then his eyes lock on yours, and your breath catches. His friends turn and one by one, their gazes slice through you like scalpels. The women tall, angular, draped in slinky Dior gowns and dripping with Cartier, sneer in unison.

The men, in their avant-garde Balenciaga and Rick Owens, tilt their heads with pitying smirks, as if you’re a thrift-store knockoff stumbled into their boutique.

Their collective stare is a judgment: you’re a tacky interloper, a girl who’s wandered into a Gucci runway show wearing a gas station T-shirt. Your dress feels flimsy now, the straps digging into your shoulders, the hem too short, too plain.

Your heels wobble as you freeze, rooted to the spot, your heart plummeting into the pit of your stomach.

Austin’s lips twitch into a smirk, his blue eyes glinting with a dark, amused edge as he strides toward you. “Awww, you look so cute in your little outfit,” he says, his voice a velvet blade as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “ What is this H&M?” He whispers his arm sliding around your waist in a performative hug.

His friends snicker, a chorus of polished cruelty, and your face heats. You can’t move, can’t speak, your throat is in a vise as he pulls back, his grin widening.

He watches you, his stare intense, almost captivated, every squirm, every falter seeming to amuse him even more.

The willowy brunette in a metallic Gucci dress laughs, sipping her rosé. “Seriously, Austin, where’d you dig her up? She looks like she got lost on her way to a Forever 21 clearance rack.” She taunts, as they all laugh in unison.

Your eyes sting, and you bite your lip hard enough to taste copper, willing the tears to stay back.

Austin’s hand lingers on your waist, a touch of comfort in the mockery of it all. “Oh, come on, babe, don’t look so serious,” he says, pinching your chin. “This dress is a mess, you know better.”

His remark is a fresh wound, and his friends’ laughter is the salt rubbed in.

You’ve spent months clawing your way toward his approval only to feel like a fraud now, and your anxiety, a constant companion with him, rises up full force drowning out the music.

You can’t breathe. You can’t think , and finally, you break, shoving past Austin with a sob tearing from your chest, rushing through the crowd.

You can hear Austin’s voice behind you feigned and dismissive, “Let me go take care of my little mess” he says, and the laughter follows you into the chateau, the garden’s party music fading as you stumble deeper through the dimly lit halls, tears blurring your vision.

You find a bathroom a cavernous retreat of black marble and gilded mirrors, a chandelier hanging with crystals like frozen tears, and you slam the door and lock it, collapsing onto the cold polished floor as sobs tear through you.

Your reflection in the wall mirror is a wreck, mascara streaking your cheeks, lips trembling, the dress a sad, wilted thing under the glamorous lighting.

You’ve cried like this before, too many times, curled up on his chic sectional couch or sprawled across his king-sized bed after he’s dismantled you with a casual jab. “You’re so fragile, it’s kind of pathetic.” Or “If you can’t handle me, maybe you don’t belong here.”

But always, after you’ve fled to your own cramped apartment, he’d call, his voice low, coaxing, reeling you back like a fish on a line.

You hate how much you love him, how his cruelty only fuels your desperation to prove yourself.

Tonight, though, it’s different. He’s humiliated you in public, in front of his glittering world, and you want to vanish, to live in this bathroom forever.

The door handle rattles, snapping you out of your spiral and you choke back a sob, pressing a hand to your mouth. “Baby,” his voice comes smooth and dangerous through the wood door.

Your heart beats faster, a traitor even now but you don’t move, don’t answer, praying he’ll think it’s someone else.

But then he speaks again, sharper, laced with that twisted delight you know too well. “I’ve heard you cry so many times, I’d recognize it anywhere. Don’t make a scene, open the door.”

You stay silent, your breath hitching as you wipe at your ruined face. He rattles the handle harder. “Come on, don’t be dramatic. You know I hate it when you sulk like this.”

He pauses, then quieter, “What you want me to put another sticker on my boyfriend is an asshole card c’mon baby open up for me.”

Your stomach twists, a sick cocktail of shame and longing swirling within as you ache for him to pull you close, to whisper that you’re enough.

You rise slowly, your steps unsteady as you approach the door, and with trembling fingers you unlock it.

He comes in without hesitation, as breathtakingly devastating as ever. His blue eyes shimmer beneath the chandelier’s glow as he locks the door behind him, his gaze sweeping over your fragile form.

Your eyes are wet with unshed tears as you tremble forcing back a sob.

“Still so easy to make you cry,” he says, his voice laced with mockery and a shadowed edge, a thrill flickering in his tone as he drinks in the sight of you so broken.

His long blonde hair falls across his face as he tilts his head studying you and a twisted spark flickers in his expression. His eyes darken with a perverse fascination as he lingers on the tears that spill down your cheeks.

“Crying in the bathroom like some pitiful little heroine, it’s almost too perfect.” he says, his voice low, taunting, savoring the way your vulnerability unravels before him.

Your sobs catch in your throat, and his gaze sharpens, fixated on the tremble of your lips.

You turn your face away, but he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, his firm grip sending a shiver through you despite everything else.

His thumbs slide up, brushing over your cheeks, tracing the dampness there with a slow, tenderness that contrasts the mockery in his stare.

“Let me go,” you whisper, voice shaking, but your weak, and he knows it as his lips curve into that smirk, the one you both love and hate.

“Oh, babe, you don’t mean that,” he says, his hands trailing over you now, his fingers brushing down your arms, lingering at your waist.

He, pulls you to him, your heels scraping the tiles as you stumble and his hands guide you backward, steering you toward the sink.

Before you can protest, he lifts you effortlessly onto the cool marble, the chill seeping through your thin dress.

He steps between your legs, his body pinning you there as leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking hot for me when you cry.” he whispers his voice a low confession that sends a jolt through you.

His lips find your neck, kissing up the sensitive skin, slow and delicate, each press of his mouth igniting a fire beneath your shame.

He moves higher, his kisses trailing to your jaw, then your lips, and as he kisses you, you taste the salt of your tears mingling with the heat of his mouth.

Your broken sorrow shifts, twisting into something else, a dizzying realization that he wants you, craves you, even at your worst…especially at your worst. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world outside fades, leaving only the two of you in this gilded cage.

His hand dips lower, rubbing between your legs as you gasp against his lips, torn between the undeniable pleasure and the fleeting urge to push him away.

“What is it, babe?” he whispers, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing your slickness beneath his touch. “You can’t resist me, can you?” he says with dark intent.

You glare at him, anger simmering beneath your silence, but the heat between your legs betrays you, a frustrating ache that only he seems to ignite.

“I’ll make it right for you,” he says, his voice a smooth promise as his eyes lock on yours with a knowing glint.

He places his hands on your thighs, lowering onto his knees, his tall frame positioning his face just between your legs, and pulls you forward until your hands brace behind you on the sink. He hooks his thumbs into the bands at your hips sliding your panties down your legs, letting them drop to the floor.

He lets out a soft sigh, his eyes fixated on how wet you are, “Always such a mess for me baby,” he whispers, his voice low and taunting, and his mouth dives in, his lips pressing against you with a heat that sends a shockwave through your core.

You watch in the wall mirror as his shoulders flex, holding you steady, savoring every second of pleasuring you, knowing full well how much he’s screwed up.

His tongue moves with a sloppy, desperate edge, lapping at you hungrily, humiliating himself in the mess of it all as he buries his face deeper, sucking and teasing you until your resentment starts to blur into forgiveness.

His nose brushes against you as he presses deeper, inhaling you like he’s addicted. His hand guides yours to his hair, urging you to push him, and you give in, letting the wet, fervent strokes of his tongue unravel you as he moans into you, the sound raw and needy.

He eats you like he’s starving for you, dragging his tongue with every greedy swirl and pull of his lips until soft moans fall from your lips, the first shudders of climax coursing through you.

His hands lock around your thighs, keeping you spread wide as little whimpers escape your throat, his relentless assault on your clit devastating as you come undone. Your hips rock helplessly with every surge of his tongue, your walls throbbing painfully around nothing as the pleasure crashes over you.

“I…..I need you,” you whisper , your voice hesitate and trembling, entirely desperate to feel him deep inside.

He pulls back, still holding your thighs, wiping his mouth along your dress, smearing your slickness across the fabric. “I know you do,” he says, with an edge in his tone as he stands, “You always do,“ he confirms, unfastening his pants and shoving his boxers down to free his cock, thick and hard.

You part your legs wider, glistening for him as he nudges his tip against you, then pushes in, the rush instant as he sinks deep inside until he fills you completely.

Shock and bliss collide within you, your mind reeling as he takes over, each thrust pulling you to him, hitting that perfect depth that leaves you gasping, your hands clutching at his neck letting every rational thought slip away.

He thrusts harder, tugging at your dress, and with a sudden, sharp thrust, one of the straps snaps, the fabric sliding off your shoulder as he drives himself deeper, raw, relentless, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat of him.

You lose yourself in the rhythm of his movements, the way he takes you like no one else can, the way he consumes all of your senses.

His hand slides down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure as he whispers, “You’re mine, aren’t you?” The sensation building, as you near the edge, and with a firm pinch, he takes you over.

You come as a wave of release crashes through you, your body trembling against his as you moan in pleasure. He releases his hold on your clit, his own climax hitting him hard, as a guttural, “Fuck Babe…that’s it, take it all,” falls from his lips, rough and unguarded, his thrusts surging between your legs as he finishes.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of your ragged breaths filling the space, his chest rising and falling as he slides out of you, leaving you trembling on the marble.

He steps back, tucking his cock away and zipping up smoothly, fixing his suit with a few casual flick of his hands. “Feel better now that I fucked you in this hideous dress?” he says, his tone cutting through your lingering haze.

You reach for the broken strap, fingers fumbling as you glance at the mirror behind you, your reflection a tangle of flushed skin and torn fabric.

Before you can dwell on it, he takes your chin, turning you to face him. “You’re my girl now,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I can’t have you wearing rags like this anymore.” He says, hi thumb sliding against the tears staining your cheek, “My girl needs me to get her something that elevates her beauty, hm?” he confirms, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

You manage a weak smile, your heart fluttering at his compliment -that you’re beautiful, that he cares, but as his grin widens, a cold realization settles in….he just doesn’t want you to embarrass him again.

END ⛲️

Summary Austin books a private room at a luxury boutique to have you fitted for his upcoming red carpet event. He doesn’t seem to like any of the choices you put on, until you wear one he immediately wants to take off.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Moody Austin • distracted Austin• reader affection starved• vying for Austin’s attention •Austin’s approval • p in v in a dressing room• orgasm •cream pie• after care

Dress You Down

The air in Los Angeles shimmers with that golden haze, the kind that makes everything feel like your in a movie scene.

You adjust your sunglasses as Austin pulls his black Audi R8 into a discreet parking lot off Rodeo Drive.

The neighborhood screams wealth, palm trees sway lazily, storefronts gleam with perfection, and the faint privilege from people walking by fills in the air.

Austin booked this shopping trip weeks ago, some ultra-exclusive boutique that doesn’t even have a sign out front, just a matte black door framed by frosted glass.

They don’t let just anyone in, and Austin makes you hyper aware of that fact. He always has a way of making everything feel like a favor he does for you, even when it’s his idea. ..even when it’s his film event at Cannes you’ll be attending for your first red carpet debut.

The door buzzes open, and a tall slender attendant with a slicked-back bun greets you, her voice smooth as silk. “Mr. Butler, welcome. Your room is ready.” She leads you through a marble hallway, past racks of clothing so pristine they look like art installations, to a private suite at the back.

The room is obscene, a plush velvet couch in deep emerald, a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a silver bucket of champagne sweating on a glass table, and a heavy velvet curtain that hides a changing area.

A rack of dresses stands waiting, every piece already in your size, hand-picked by some stylist you’ve never met. You run your fingers over the fabrics, silk, cashmere, chiffon and freeze when you see it, a sapphire blue gown, floor-length with delicate straps and a subtle shimmer. You brush the hem, and the richness of the silk sinks into your skin, smooth and cool. You’ve never touched anything so beautiful.

Austin flops onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, legs sprawled, already deep in his phone. His black shirt clings to his shoulders, his blonde hair pulled in a low bun, just enough to look effortless. The attendant opens the champagne with a soft pop, pouring two flutes before handing them over. “Anything else?” she asks, her tone polite.

“Nah, we’re good,” Austin says without looking up. She nods and slips out, leaving you alone with the faint hum of the TV playing some ambient fashion reel.

You sip the champagne, bubbles fizzing against your tongue, and set the glass down to grab the sapphire dress. “I’m gonna try this one,” you say, more to yourself than him, slipping behind the curtain.

The fabric slides over your skin, hugging your curves just right. You turn to the full-length mirror, and your breath catches, you look stunning.

The deep blue makes your eyes stand out, and the cut flatters every inch of you. You feel like someone else, someone worthy of this room, this moment.

You pull the curtain back with a little flourish, expecting… something anything but Austin hunches over his phone, thumbs flying across the screen.

You clear your throat. “Ahem.”

He glances up, eyes flicking over you with a quick flash of appreciation, his lips twitching into a half-smirk.“Have you seen yourself in it?” he asks, his gaze dropping back to his phone.

Your stomach sinks. You poured yourself into this dress…the dress, the one you already decided is your favorite…and he barely gave a reaction to it.

You retreat behind the curtain, peeling it off with a lump in your throat, and grab the next one, a slinky black number with a plunging back that ties in a delicate knot at the base of your spine. It’s sexy, daring and maybe will even get his attention.

You step out again, smoothing the fabric over your hips. “What about this?”

He barely looks up. “Let me see the back.” You spin slowly, and flicks his eyes up for half a second. “Nah.” Back to his phone.

You huff, louder than you mean to, and storm back behind the curtain your cheeks burning.

You yank the black dress off and grab the third option, a skin-tight crimson see-through gown with a fitted bodice. It’s bold, almost too bold, the sheer fabric clinging to your body and transitioning from opaque to sheer, but you’re past caring. You step out, head low, and give a half-hearted twirl. “Well…?”

Your met with silence, and when you look up, for once, his phone is down and he’s staring right at you, his eyes dark as he stands.

“I fucking like this one,” he says, his voice low and measured. His hands settle on your waist, firmly pushing you back and pinning you between him and the mirror.

“Austin, what—” you start, but his mouth is on yours, cutting you off. His kiss is deep, consuming, leaving you stunned with your back pressed against the cold glass.

“You get me so fucking hot,” he whispers against your lips, his voice heavy with need. “Anything you wear…anything…it’s too much. I can’t fucking stand it.” His fingers fumble with his jeans, a wild, frantic edge to his movements as he free his cock, and you gasp as he hikes your leg up, hooking it roughly around his waist.

The dress bunches around your thighs as his fingers find your panties, rubbing them with a possessive pressure that makes you squirm.

He kisses you harder, tongue sliding against yours with a hungry edge as his fingers stroke your clit, coaxing a slick heat that floods your body with desperate need. Before you can even catch your breath, he hooks your panties aside and thrusts in with a slow, deep stroke that stretches you, the pressure making you gasp as he fills you completely.

You whimper, a jolt of shock and pleasure tearing through you as his eyes wander your body with lust in the crimson dress. He’s fixated, tracing the way it clings to your curves, the way it shifts with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” he groans, head dipping to your neck, lips brushing your skin as he breathes you in. “You look too fucking good in this.”

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in, as your mind spins. You’re in a store…a public store, with an attendant who could walk in at any second, and Austin doesn’t even care . He wants you just like this, getting off on the risk, and it drives you insane.

“Austin, please,” you whisper, his full attention and raw passion making you fight to keep from moaning. He knows it, and as his eyes lock with yours, his thrusts hit just right, causing a delicious ache to bloom low in your core with every move.

You begin to moan loudly and his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your mouth to his and silencing you with a deep claiming kiss. Your hesitation melts away as he fucks you faster, pressing you against the mirror with a rhythm that’s relentlessly satisfying making your walls flutter on his cock with every thrust.

His hand slides up, caressing your throat, squeezing just tight enough to dizzy you as you surrender, nails digging into his shoulders. Then his hand moves higher, covering your mouth to muffle the moans as he drives faster, deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, white-hot spasms crashing through you with every thrust.

A sudden knock on the dressing room door makes you gasp. “Is everything to your satisfaction Mr. Butler?” the attendant calls out, her voice muffled but curious.

Austin doesn’t stop, his hips slam into yours even harder, one hand tightening on your waist as the other pressing harder over your mouth, silencing your moans.

“Everything’s …coming together ….perfectly,” he chokes out, his voice strained as he grinds deeper, relentless, and your orgasm crashes through you, eyes fluttering and rolling back as the mirror rattles with a few more savage thrusts. His hips slow down, pressing into yours as he groans, low and restrained, finishing with a shudder.

He pulls out, leaving you both gasping in the small space, your legs trembling, the dress still tangled around your hips. He steps back, zipping up his jeans with a shaky hand, “Get the first one,” he says, sweeping his hair back. his voice rough but firm. “This one’s coming too…but I can’t let you out in it, or I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

END 👗

❤️‍🔥Try on Haul Gaining fame as a fashion vlogger intimidates Austin, especially when he sees what they send you to wear, making him immediately want to ruin you in the outfits. ❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Austin jealous • brooding• reader gaining confidence • flaunting status • toxic relationship dynamics • Austin dominating • manhandling • put in place • nipple play• rough p in v on the floor• after care • slight career change

Try on Haul

The bedroom is a chaotic swirl of tissue paper, cardboard boxes, and brand logos, all scattered across the floor like the aftermath of a fashion tornado.

You stand in the center of it all, adjusting the tripod with practiced ease, pretending not to notice Austin sitting on the lounger in the corner.

His presence is impossible to ignore, his sharp blue eyes tracking your every move, his lean frame sprawled out with a casual arrogance that makes your pulse race.

He isn’t supposed to be here, watching you film your latest try-on haul, but there he is, arms crossed, silently judging your every move.

You know he’s trying to rattle you, but you aren’t about to let him win, not with thousands of followers waiting for your next post.

Ever since you started dating Austin, your online presence has exploded. Overnight, your follower count skyrocketed into the tens of thousands, and the brand deals followed like a tidal wave, each company desperate to have you in their latest designs, knowing you’d be seen next to him.

The thrill of it is intoxicating, a rush you can’t get enough of, and luckily you have a natural ability to keep your audience entertained with your bubbly charm and effortless updates.

You flick on the camera, your voice bright and giddy as you gesture to the mountain of packages behind you.

“Okay everyone, I am so excited for this haul! Look at all these boxes! I can’t wait to rip into them and show you everything!”

You can feel Austin’s gaze boring into you, but he stays silent, so you click off the camera and start unpacking, pulling out silky fabrics and structured cuts with a grin.

As you strip down to your bra and panties, Austin finally speaks, his voice low and edged with something you can’t quite place. “How many times do you have to try things on?”

You glance over at the huge pile of freebies, smirking as you toss a cashmere shirt onto the bed. “Hmm, like, a lot,” you tease, knowing it gets under his skin. He hates how much attention this gets you, even if he’d never admit it outright.

He scoffs, leaning forward slightly. “Who’s watching this?”

“Thousands of people,” you shoot back, keeping your tone light.

“Men?” His voice sharpens, jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Your eyes widen, caught off guard, because Austin is hot… ridiculously hot, so that possessive streak still surprises you sometimes. “My fans are female,” you say, fighting a grin at his misjudgment.

He rolls his eyes, muttering, “Sure,” as he sinks back into the lounger, clicking away on his phone, clearly unconvinced.

Undeterred, you begin tearing into more packaging, piling clothing on the bed and letting them spill onto the floor.

The first piece you chose is a soft pink dress, form-fitting with a deep V-neck and a hem that grazes your thighs. You slip it on, the fabric hugging your curves like a second skin, and turn on the camera.

“Okay, this dress is everything. It accentuates my waist perfectly, and the hem is just low enough not to be daring, but still flirty, right?”

You give a little jump for the infamous bounce test, the skirt flaring slightly, and you hear Austin make a low sound behind you, but you shrug it off, stopping the camera recording and peeling the dress down.

Next up is a tie-up crop top in creamy ivory, paired with a frilly mini skirt that swishes as you move. You unclasp your bra and lace up the crop top, then you pull on the skirt twirling in front of the mirror with a delighted squeal. “Obsessed,” you murmur to yourself before flipping the camera back on.

“I’m in love with this set! The cut is so cute, and the design, look at these little ties! And the skirt length!” You turn to the side, showing it off, unaware that the curve of your ass peeks out just enough to catch the light…and that’s it for Austin.

His phone hits the lounger with a dull thud as he stands, closing the distance between you in two strides. Before you can react, his hand is on your ass, squeezing firmly. “Will showing this get you more views, hm?” He teases, and your face flushes red, panic surging as you fumble to shut off the camera.

“Austin!” you scoff, spinning to check the footage. “You ruined my take! That was such a good take, nothing was showing!” Your voice spikes, uncharacteristically sharp as you glare up at him. “Honestly how dare you, you’re just jealous aren’t you!” You snap.

He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he snatches your phone from your hand and tosses it onto the bed, taking you down to the floor, and pinning you on a pile of clothing in one fluid motion.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, his voice rough as he hikes up your skirt. “I’m not letting my girl try on all this shit for views.” He says, his cock pressing hard against you, and you exhale feeling a shiver race down your spine.

His fingers tug at the ribbon of your top, letting it fall open as your breasts spill free and he groans, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, his breath hot against your skin.

“Fuck the take,” he says, fumbling with his pants as he pulls out his cock heavy and hard. “Fuck your followers.” He grunts yanking your panties aside, pressing his tip against you, his voice dropping to a rasp. “You’re mine, fuck everything else.” He thrusts into you hard, his cock thick and unrelenting, filling you in a way that makes your head spin.

You moan loudly, sparks igniting behind your eyes as he decimates you right there on the pile of your own clothing haul.

His thrusts are deep, deliberate, each one stoking the fire you crave, his attention, his need, his everything and you arch into him, gasping, “Oh, please, oh, yes,” your body singing with how perfectly he unravels you.

He fucks you harder, grinding against your clit with a relentless rhythm that sends jolts of pleasure sparking through your core. His hands squeeze your breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh as he revels in the feel of you until you’re out of control, teetering on the brink, about to come.

He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You think they’d watch you without me? You’re Austin Butler’s girlfriend, that’s why they care.” His words are degrading, laced with possession, but they light you up, sending you right over the edge as you came hard, trembling beneath him from the humiliating truth of it.

He thrusts against you deeper, grunting as the pleasure surges through him, your walls pulsing as he comes, and his release floods through you in a rush. His final thrusts are jagged, desperate, pushing in deep and sending aftershocks rippling through your body.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you stunned and breathless, sprawled across the clothing. Sitting back on his heels, he rakes a hand through his hair, still panting. “I have an idea for your content…”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, sarcasm lacing your voice. “Let me guess, OnlyFans?”

“What?! no,” He says shooting you a look. “You’re my girl. I was gonna say I’ll pull you into my deals. So you don’t have to do all this.”

You blink still, processing. “You and me together in luxury brand photo shoots?” You say the idea sparking a thrill inside as you grin eyes lighting up.

He smirks, as cocky as ever, climbing over you and leaning in to brush his lips against your forehead. “They’ll lose their minds seeing us together,” he whispers, lowering his face to press kisses along your jaw. “And I’ll make sure every shot screams you’re mine.”

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Hi! There are role swap AUs of them already and I love them so much, so I tried making my own too! You should know that this is entirely self-indulgent like anything else I draw askdaslds

There is Mareach and Bowuigi bc yes alskdklasd and a tiny bit of one-sided Luaisy that leads to nothing because Luigi's a married man 😔

I had other drawings of them, but they're not colored yet and I wanted to share the idea already sjsjs

Here's some ideas for this AU!

-Mario's the Mushroom Kingdom Princess and his parents are the King and Queen. Luigi used to be the other princess, green princess or green princess Mario (as in, his bro Mario, not his last name Mario 😔), but he married Bowser and became the Queen of the Darklands :y Everyone in there respects and remembers his name, he's built a really good reputation for himself by simply being himself, in this house we believe in the 'Luigi is the Darklands' hero' hc too. Their aunt and uncles (and cousin) rule Sarasaland.

-(King boo's a Darklands ally but still hates Queen Luigi from that one time he wiped clean his mansion when the king kidnapped Mario. Luigi's scared of ghosts still too, but Junior always reassures him he's gonna beat them up if they try scaring his mama (I drew it actually, I'm gonna color it too!))

-When the bros were 20 Bowser at first tried kidnapping Princess Mario, and Mario was ready to beat his ass but they ended up talking about ally-making and ruling a kingdom as Bowser just got crowned king. Mario advised him to listen to his advisor and other stuff and by the time Luigi caught the koopa ship, ready to bonk Bowser in the head with his comically large hammer, the princess and king made plans of starting a treaty.

>Anyways, they met often after that when Bowser went to plan the treat with the Mario King and Queen. Luigi fell for Bowser and Bowser fell harder and Mario regretted talking to Bowser and should have instead just beat him up. He's happy for his bro though. When they married and had Junior and adopted the koopalings he decided that he was very happy that he talked to Bowser. He loves how happy Luigi is.

-Princess Mario accomplishes many things and excels at almost anything he tries, and all the toads treat him as a hero as well as a princess and all, so his dad doesn't think he's a failure, but still bothers him by urging him to get married ever since he turned thirty. He often compares him to Luigi, who got married at 23 and in the present had eight kids with his husband. Mario doesn't give a shit about marrying soon, but wished his dad would stop being annoying. His mamma is a sweetheart as always and often tells her husband to leave him alone. King Mario is stubborn as hell though (his two boys got that from him), so he doesn't.

-Peach and Daisy are cousins and they were trying to start a business together, though they weren't still sure about what (you know as Princess Peach and Daisy have many businesses together in canon aksdla), but before they could settle anything they somehow fell in the pipe and Peach landed in the Mushroom Kingdom and Daisy in the Darklands.

-Bowser still steals the Super Star, but in hopes of giving Luigi the coolest anniversary gift ever, as it's their seventh and all that. He very often gives him all sort of things, like great statues, many many dresses and all the stuff that he knows Luigi loves. Being the himbo he is, he's genuinely concerned that Luigi wouldn't like something unless it is completely new and has never been gifted to him at all. Of course, Luigi would love anything he'd give him, because Bowser's gifts are always made with love. By the end of the things, Luigi tells Bowser so and calls him an idiot affectionally, and also makes him return the Super Star. (movie-like, you know, since this is somehow a retelling alksdlasd)

-Based on what I read at discord, if you're who wrote it, pls know that i love your ideas jsjs- Bowser has set up many statues of Luigi that are of a nice stone color and has gems in its eyes to glow under the lava and the sun when it's out. Imagine that one Luigi render where he's got an arm raised and the other nicely by his side and he's smiling, that's the main statue of Queen Luigi sjjds. They contrast greatly against Bowser's, that were made to make his fierceness stand out, unlike Luigi's that highlight his kindness.

-In the piano scene, Bowser is playing and singing and Luigi's laying on his stomach over the piano's surface (no idea if that's possible but humor me alkdalsd) and listens with the most besotted expression ever, resting his face on his palms. When Kamek interrupts them Luigi's not mad or anything, but Bowser really glares at the magikoopa.

-Junior finds Daisy and brings her to the castle, in hopes that his mama and papa will help her, because they're the greatest people in the whole world and they can do anything.

-Daisy and Luigi quickly become friends, making Bowser jealous of the other human, especially because Daisy from time to time looks at Luigi as if she like-liked him. Not that he thought Luigi had eyes for anyone else beside him, but it was still annoying. And Diasy, for all she annoyed him, seemed to fully respect that Luigi was happily married.

-Daisy teases Bowser mercilessly too, at first clueless that she's supposed to be terrified and respect this guy like everyone else does (maybe Junior takes her to him first, and completely forgetting Junior's initial rambling about his family, she doesn't realize Bowser's the king, but when she meets Luigi, she sees his crown and fancy clothes and immediately knows she gotta be respectful to this guy. She doesn't know how royals are in this lava world, after all), but she keeps doing it, knowing the koopa king may look terrifying but he's mostly bark and no bite.

-DK and Mario are friends and they often meet up to beat the shit out of the other, or sparring as it's called, I think. The first time they did it, Mario got the cat power up and destroyed DK in front of the kong king and other kongs, and since then Cranky doesn't dislike Mario so much, and the others respect him greatly too.

-Mareach,,, they look at eachother and sparkles are in there too. Peach doesn't brutally throw Mario to the ground or anything, but he loses his breath anyways because of her beauty. Also, Mario's type is beautiful tall women (and tall idiot men, maybe his dad suggests DK as a husband and Mario's like ew dad, we're just friends. Or maybe... Donkareach... I like the fics that has them, but idk for this).

-Toad as a wingman, he doesn't care how obvious he is, he's gonna make Princess Mario and his new friend Peach be together, because they clearly like-like the other.

That's all I got for now askdalsd thanks if you read my ramblings, sorry if there's mistakes in writing.

I'm gonna color the stuff I got left and maybe draw more, but knowing myself I dunno if I will anytime soon 😔 Also I go back to college the next week sadly sjsjd

Got any thoughts on the AU? Tell cuz I'd love to know c:< but only if it's nice thoughts, I'm sensitive akdalsd

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࿐ྂ The Games ࿐ྂ

࿐ྂ Synopsis: A dystopian future that is full of pain and anguish. A ruler who is merciless and rids of those who threaten his reign. A spark is all you need. A spark that will bring hope and salvage what's left of humanity.

° May the odds be ever in your favor. °

࿐ྂ Author: bvidzsoo

࿐ྂ Pairing: Ateez members x female reader

࿐ྂ Rating: mature, nc-17

࿐ྂ Genre: Hunger Games!au, violence, gore, angst with fluff

࿐ྂ Status: on-going ࿐ྂ

｡˚ ° ↷ 1. Song Mingi x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Haunted me, haunting you

╰┈➤ Summary: After the 72nd Hunger Games, Song Mingi wasn't the same. The spark in his eyes was gone, his once bright smile disappeared and his face became ashen, cheeks hollow, he was merely a shell of the man he once used to be. It hurt seeing him lose himself to the trauma he was forced to endure in the Arena, still haunted by memories...memories of killing someone you both cared about, someone who meant the world to you. Will you be able to help Mingi before it's too late? But most importantly, will Mingi be able to let you in when you bear the very same face he was forced to murder in the Arena in order to become a victor?

｡˚ ° ↷ 2. Choi San x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Your worst mistake...

╰┈➤ Summary: Your innocence was stripped the day you were reaped for the 73rd Hunger Games. The life you had known, and the joy of living well were all just forgotten aspirations. The Games were cruel and terrifying, and they changed anyone who emerged as a victor, who took the crown and returned to the living. And was all that pain, terror, and haunting memories worth it? Was it worth living a life as a monster? Perhaps, yes, it was, if a man was determined enough to show you what tenderness and love meant, that to him you had never changed. But that man was Choi San, a stylist from the Capitol, another gem adored by the masses, so, could he really love you?

｡˚ ° ↷ 3. Jeong Yunho x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Thousand Miles, just to get you back

╰┈➤ Summary: You didn't want this, but then again, you were sure nobody wanted to face the repercussions of being a victor. You hated your life and you hated everyone around you, never trusting a soul again. Whatever President Snow has put you through after your Games was unforgivable and your only solace lay in Finnick Odair, who understood you and your pain. But it didn't end there, no, it never would with Jeong Yunho, another victor, always breathing down your neck and hogging you as if his life depended on it. You didn't like him and you didn't trust him after what he'd done to you despite being your mentor in your Games. And when the 75th Hunger Games come around and President Snow announces that the tributes this year will be the reaped victors, your world comes crashing down, forcing you to do things you never thought you'd do again. But if it meant Panem would be free, you'd do it again.

｡˚ ° ↷ 4. Kim Hongjoong x female reader ↶ °｡˚

Cravin', I'm cravin', I crave you

╰┈➤ Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend was hard, especially when your feelings weren't reciprocated. Kim Hongjoong, barely a few years older than you, certainly lived a better life. He was a well-known, sought-after, and praised stylist in the Capitol, his creations renovative after the Civil War the Districts unleashed on Panem, against the Capitol . And you, well, you were still studying at the Academy, trying to figure life out and become someone on your own and not due to your parents' wealth and importance. You figured Hongjoong would pay more attention to you when you had finally decided to become a fashion magazine editor, but, no, it only seemed like that drew him closer to Tigris, the person you hated the most. Will you allow her to steal the love of your life? No, never, only over your dead body.

A/N: I was never supposed to turn this into a mini-series of sorts, but alas, here we are! Since four of our boys are getting their own oneshot's, I decided to make a collective masterlist for them, and who knows, maybe I'll add more members to it if a good enough idea comes across my mind. Tbh, I don't exactly want to start a taglist for this mini-series, but I suppose if there's a high demand then I might just. I might change the summaries for San, Yunho, and Hongjoong since their stories aren't written yet and I was going off based on their plots, but I'll see. All of these titles were inspired by songs, and maybe you should listen to Tove Lo's Thousand Miles if you haven't before because that shit was my jam in high school and I nearly collapsed while listening to it again lmao. I have nothing else much to say, except that I might post San's part around Sunday, and if not, then at the start of next week, hopefully. If you're as big of a Hunger Games fan as I am, I hope you enjoy these stories and ignore some inaccuracies, thank uu! See u around <3 divider1 divider2

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Cat And Mouse : Emperor Geta (2/ ?)

MASTER LIST

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Plot:

The Twin emperors have a problem : A little thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. The rich despise them yet the people of Rome love them. However, the thief's little game can only go on for so long before the elder twin catches them and discovers their identity: Sabina, daughter of Marcus Acacius. Rather than executing her, he decides to marry her as a way to gain the Roman peoples approval. To Sabina, it is another way to get closer to the large stashes of gold in their keep. The two see this as a opportunity to gain power , but what else will they gain along the way?

Warnings: MANIPULATION EVERYWHERE! Oral sex (female receiving), Violence, NSFW content, Unwanted advances, Language, The Emperors being themselves, Death Threats, Punishing OC!, Spanking, Crime? LONG PIECE (8000 Words), CHEATING implications, Minors be gone!

Words To Know:

Asine: Donkey

Meum Cor: My Heart

"Me paenitet :  I Am Sorry

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 Sabina, Emperess of Rome did not want to fail her people. Sure, she had the power to reign but her husband was watching her like a hawk. He was watching her every move since they met. His obsession with her was significant and only wanted one thing from her.

More power and trust of the people of Rome.

However, she was his but she also had her people to help.

As soon as Geta left the room, she sprung up and admired the jewels that rested on the Emperors table. The glistening sapphires, rubies and emeralds from distant lands all in her palms. She wasted no time to grab them and rush into the night.

Without her horse, she had to be clever. Regardless, she knew she would be questioned or punished by her husband. But who cares, she is helping him with his people lacking in trust by her aiding them. She snuck away quick into the night, with a red elegant robe with a hood on her back. She had to be careful as this wasn’t her typical attire. Her feet were soft on the hard wood floors as her pockets full of gems and jewelry clunked with one another.

She then froze.

There he was her husband, on the balcony with a glass of red wine. He was absent minded and stared into the stars in her direction. Slowly, she backed into the shadows hoping she wouldn’t be seen.

“Running off  Emperess?” The voice was soft but welcoming.

Sabina turned around with a soft gasp, the man put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. The advisor, Macrinus, had his arms crossed, with a wide smug grin across his face.

“Macrinus. I…”

“I won’t tell. You don’t need to lie saying your pockets are not full of jewels and jewellery to help the people of Rome.  I want to help you.”

“Help me.” Sabina said wearily. “What’s the price?”

“No price, just want you to know that you have a supporter within these walls. The Emperors may not be supportive to the people and war hungry. Geta as your husband will need some warming up to, but you can surely persuade him to get what you want. “ He coos. 

Sabina raised an eyebrow at him. “ You seen what his nature is.”

“I have but someone like you with such power can mold him into whatever she wants. May not be higher status than him, but you have the hearts of the people”  He stated.

“How did you know it was me?” Sabina stated. “Why didn’t you say anything to Geta or Carcalla?” What was the purpose of keeping her identity? She knew she was worth a lot of gold.

“A woman with dark hair and a cloak matching the general? “ Macrinus s stated  “Not many people ride horses in the middle of the night and trained to be a swords maiden like Minerva. Or have a black horse.” He cleared his throat. “I seen how you inspire the people which was why I never spoke of it. Yet, silently supported you.”

“Highest blessings Macrinus.”

“Highest honors to the Emperess.” He kissed her hand. “Now run off before your husband’s eyes linger on us! “ He reached into his picket and grabbed a large emerald. “Keep doing what your doing for Rome, for the people.”

“For the people.” She muttered as she placed the jewel in her swelling pockets of riches. Sabina didn’t look back but if she had, she would have seen Macrinus flash a grin at her with a low chuckle.

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The next morning, Sabina and Geta hardly made eye contact with one another when they got up.

Geta was in intense fear from the threat from the previous night. His eyes had dark circles around them and his skin was paler than usual. Sabina tried to even mutter a good morning to him, but he muttered a slur.

“Husband,” She began. Clearly, when he walked back he noted the absence of the jewels that she took the previous evening. Yet, she kept her voice firm to him.

“You just got married to me and you stole my jewels, my riches.” He said lowly. His hand wrapped around her neck. Scared, but strong, she looked at him straight in his eyes.

“You have so many the people of Rome need to eat.” Sabina began “The temples need donations, the animals….”

“DON’T tell me how to rule the nation.” He spat at her. Her eyes narrowed to his lips where a few spats of spit escaped. “You are the Emperess of Rome you just stand there and look pretty!”

“Demigod too Geta” She growled. “Just remember whose head would be rolling on the steps if you do anything unwise.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps you need…..” Geta paused for a moment. He seen the maids at the door watching the whole scene unfold. He sighed and released her as they got dressed for the first meal of the day.

 The morning meal was silent at the dining table. Geta hardly had a word to say to Sabina after the ordeal that took place last night. He had the intruder’s words stuck in his head as he picked at the eggs on his plate.

“Don’t. Hurt. My niece!”

The guards had returned to Geta’s side the following morning reporting that there was no one with that description. He sighed as he rubbed the spot where the intruder had swiped him with her blade. It stung, but nothing too damaging.

Then his guilt of the past few days began to flood in. Especially what he did to her within the past hour.  He glanced at Sabina, who was talking to Macrinus at the table. Geta sipped his wine as he peered to the table corner where the two were sitting and talking.

“I hope you are alright empress, your husband spoke of an intruder in the palace.”

She glanced at him, puzzled. “There was someone here? Trying to steal?”

“Yes, someone came here and gave a small cut to your husband’s neck.” He glanced over to Geta, who covered up the cut with his hand. “I wonder who it is”

“I have no idea Macrinus” Sabina’s eyes glanced at him to see if she could see a small cut, with no luck. She sighed and turned back to Macrinus.

Geta sighed.  Even if she knew would she even tell him?

Sabina figured that Geta spent the night with a bunch of concubines as she refused to complete her marital duties. This was after the glass of wine he had on his balcony of course. Hearing of such a attack was concerning. Were this people who supported her? Or is there a deeper threat lingering.

“It is disheartening but with an empress such as yourself, you can bring Rome to peace once more.” Macrinus stated. He took her hand in his own and squeezed it.

Geta cleared his throat and Carcalla turned to his brother, who was right next to him. “Brother, besides the attack, I am sure you had a pleasant evening with your wife.”

The eldest brother refused to make eye contact, even though his cheeks flushed with red.  His beautiful, sneaky, stealing wife was submissive when she wanted to be. But now he had to be very careful with his movements as he literally had an intruder’s blade next to his throat. He thinks it can be her father’s sister, or heavens forbid, a sister of her supposed mother.

“Your blushing brother, I suppose she treated you well. Completing her marital duties, I suppose I underestimated her.” Carcalla mused. “Your wife will do us well brother, regardless of her blood heritage.”

“Clarification brother.” Geta mused.

“I mean for children. She is of age brother and I’m sure that her heritage will come out sooner or later.” Carcalla said. “The myths of who birthed this woman, this thief of Rome. Someone will claim to be her birther.”

Geta gritted his teeth. “That is none of your concern.”

“I am sure brother that your more than curious…”

“I already know who her mother is!” Geta snapped and three pairs of eyes had met with his. Sabina’s lips were parted, she was in the middle of talking to Macrinus but stopped. He took a deep breath “Can I speak to my wife alone?”

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“Husband what is it? You can’t be angrier with your brother saying such words. I already told you there was a possibility.” Sabina warned him. It was true, but she wasn’t even fully sure herself. However, she had to remind herself of the words that echoed throughout her head.

“Remember your mine, you need to play the part.”

“Do you have any aunts on your father’s side?” Geta said looking down fidgeting with his rings. He was hoping the answer would be yes, but something told him he already knew her answer.

“No, only brothers my husband.” Sabina looked down. “Does this have to do with the intruder from last night?”

“Precisely, the intruder came to me and called you “niece”. The intruder was female.” Geta muttered. His eyes were completely spaced out, trying to recall the details.

“So, my aunt.”

“Who vanished in thin air I might add.” Geta was hoping she was going to understand where he was getting at. “The guards came to me earlier this morning saying they found nothing to hint of an intruder.”

“Your sounding insane Geta, I have prayed for years and no one came to help me! “ Sabina scoffed. “No gods have come here! How much have you been drinking? “She looked down for a moment.

“I AM SERIOUS!” He stood up and looked down on her. “ There was a woman here uttered a threat about me hurting you. I couldn’t even turn around and she vanished.”

“Sounds like a convincing tale Geta. I am sure the poets would love to listen in.” Sabina shook her head. “No gods are protecting me, I protect myself.”

“I sensed what I sensed” Geta stated placing his hand on her shoulder.

Sabina may have always known that she was a demigod, deep down with doubt. It did help her get out of difficult situations in the past by this claim.  But it always raised the question why she was blessed. Why no one came to help her. She used her gifts for good, but there was still a sense of denial. Having godly allies can help her attain power, wherever they are. Questions were raised about her creation and this mysterious woman as well.

“Why would the gods protect me now? I guess don’t hurt me” She shrugged as she left the room which only left Geta wondering : What did the stranger mean by hurt?

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Sabina went to the baths to prepare herself for the long day ahead. The Emperors had arranged a fight for their entertainment to celebrate Geta’s marriage and she was expected to be of attendance.

When she was at home, she never had servants watch her as she disrobed. This was something she found rather unnerving.  Having dozens of eyes watch her disrobe and walk into the steamed water was something she would not forget.

 Everything was peaceful until she heard footsteps and the abrupt stop. Her dark eyes met with Carcalla. There was no words exchanged between them he just watched her.

He admired how her form and how the water rippled around her, how she looked nude. If he wanted to inflict death on himself, he would call her Venus.  She was radient, even though lust fuels his desire. To have a strong woman in his bed, would be a change for him.

 That’s why he offered the previous day to be of service to her.

All he did was turn to a maid and stated. “Make sure she’s clean for the ceremony, I would like to make sure she makes a good impression.”

“I am not your wife,” Sabina warned. “My cleanliness is none of your concern.”

“BUT. You are Emperess, and all rulers need to be their best shape and condition, We only love pretty things to show off.” He clears his throat as he leaves giving one last look at the maids who watched her finish cleaning herself.

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Sabina was in deep thought as her maids had braided her hair. Her body was covered in a light sheer blue stola with golden jewelry around her body. She was quiet and was thinking about her parentage discovery.

It would make sense that she was hidden away for a good piece of her life, even before she started playing the hero. She was privately tutored and trained by her father and his wife.

However, when he was away, a good friend of her father’s would come and stay. Sabina never was given a name, but she was a young,  tall, strong beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes. She was always wearing armor and would make sure her family was taken care of. Her last visit was a few days ago before her father returned.

She recalled what they did, they would train with blades and archery. The woman would also teach her academics and would always train her to fight for what was right. When Sabina first started doing her runs, the woman didn’t seem to care and in fact supported her by providing her with blessings and charms. Sabina never believed in them, but now she is seriously considering it.

“If only she was here,” Sabina had muttered to herself.

Then it clicked to her.

She has been supported by the gods after all of these years. When she thought she was doing all of this for nothing, she was wrong. She was protected by a goddess herself and who knows perhaps others were protecting her on her journey. Who knows what was going to happen next.

Sabina snapped out of it as she admired herself in the mirror. Her blue outfit was based on Neptune’s persona as her eyes were painted with a deep blue and her lips painted with a dark navy blue. Her body was sprayed with coconut oils that helped her natural scent get sweeter.

“Emperess, all eyes will be on you today at the stadium” A maid commented.

Sabina turned and smiled at her. “Bless you,” The maid had grinned and walked away to signal someone to send a guard to escort Sabina to the Colosseum.

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There was a loud audience when Sabina exited the carriage to the Colosseum. The guards that the maid retrieved had surrounded her. She was surprised that her husband didn’t share the same carriage, but she was sure that something must have came up. She glanced in the crowd, looking at all of her supporters asking for money or thanking her for her donations. While she would have loved to have talked to her people, the guards pushed her to get a move on.

Once she reached the gates, the guards gave her one last push inside and closed the door. It followed by silence as she got inside. She went up the large stairs to the top and to her seats. She was the only one there so far, and the crowds and guards began to fill up the arena. Usually her father would come to these games if invited but she never was able to go due to the nature of the festivities. Which in turn, she doesn’t fully understand, given what she has been doing in the last little bit. However, she does think all of this is pointless. Having people fight for entertainment was a waste of human life. She, unsure where to sit stands by the emperors thrones until they show.

Eventually, she is greeted by the Emperors. Both emperors are wearing  blue attire and makeup, matching with her.  They both sit down and they admire her for a moment before Carcalla finally grins with acknowledgement.

“Guess your Emperess doesn’t know where to sit.” He cleared his throat as he glanced to the seats behind him, “Those are for the council, there are a few seats for your father and his wife if they decide to join us.” He mutters. There is a pause and before Geta could speak up, his younger brother intruded. “You can sit on my throne with me, if you wish”

Geta had immediately got his hands on Sabina’s waist as he sits down forcing her down with him. “She is my wife brother, not a concubine for us to share.”

“I am sure your wife will be bored of you soon enough. You do like saying things are “ours” a lot I figured this was one of those things.” Carcalla muttered.

“My wife is not” Geta confirmed grabbing her closer to him.

There was some tension in the air between the two of them. Carcalla had glanced to his pet monkey, Dondas for a moment then back to Sabina. He ignored his brothers frustrated gaze and met with her eyes again. He kept his eyes on her for a moment too long before Geta cleared his throat.

“Brother please.” Geta warned.

“You told me what is under Rome is ours and that includes your wife.” Carcalla mutters. His smile was getting twisted as thoughts began to enter in her head. He imagined how she would look in his bed with his concubines around her. He may have not wanted her before, but she just became desirable.

“I refuse your invitation Emperor.” Sabina finally spoke up and the twin emperors both stared at her. She said her statement clearly so no one can mistake what she said.

“Repeat empress?” Carcalla was giving her a second chance. He wanted her to change her mind, this was a warning.

“I will not bed you,” She stated. Geta grabbed her wrist and sent a warning glare. Sure, they did share concubines in the past, but this was his wife. She was more to him than any concubine he had spent the night with now. Especially with the gods watching him like a hawk.

“You do not refuse a Emperor’s request, I do not care who you are.” He began to rise from his chair but a woman in a rose stola with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes had offered him some wine. She was a beautiful woman, and her smile distracted Carcalla for a moment as Geta moved Sabina to the other side of the chair. So, her husband would be between them.

However, once the woman had provided the wine, she glanced at Sabina for a moment. Her eyes were focused on her as they were locked for a moment. All Sabina had muttered to the woman was a thank you. She received a gentle smile in return. Geta noticed this and gave the woman a small coin in payment for easing the tension. The woman left as quickly as she came. Regardless, Carcalla would refuse to forget such a event.

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The introductions to the ceremony was grand. Instruments were played as the master of ceremonies had reached the stage. Sabina glanced at the seats one final time to see her father and her stepmother right behind her. Her father looked down and gave a small smile at her while his wife gave a nod.

“He’s treating you well?”  The general mouthed to her.

Sabina couldn’t say much, especially in public. However, she gave a small nod to him. Geta turned around and noticed the two talking to one another and wrapped his arm around her, gesturing her to look forward. She done so and her parents took notice.

“And your Emperors Geta and Carcalla! “The Master of ceremonies announced. The emperors stood up and give a bow followed by some applause.  Sabina had stayed on the chair as Carcalla had glanced at her then waved at the crowd turning his glance away.

Geta had waved slowly to the crowd then opened his hand for Sabina.  She took it and he pulled her up. He snaked his arm around her waist as he smiled at her. They stared into each others’ eyes for a moment then he turned his head towards the crowd.

“And to introduce Empress Sabina, wife of Geta and daughter of General Marcus Acacius!” The applause was noticeably louder. Rage filled Carcalla’s cheeks as he took note of this but Geta kept her close. Sabina glanced around the stadium and watched the smiling faces and expression of gratitude. Her hand raised as she humbly bowed her head to the crowd.

The introductions followed, and Geta couldn’t help but feel like tension was brewing between his wife and Carcalla.

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Following the games, Sabina was pulled aside by her father outside the Colosseum. Her husband made sure that he stayed close by in case if anything came up. Sure, it was her father, but he still didn’t quite trust him.

“Sabina pray tell is he truly treating you well.” Her father said holding her by the hands.  He kept his eyes on her, demanding to know and wasn’t going to take a vague answer this time.

“My husband does. I am treated well in the way an Emperess can be treated” Sabina responded. In return, he cocked a brow at her husband who only provided with a bow. Her father’s wife had a similar look on her face.

“Your daughter will be treated fairly well, above my concubines and servants” Geta raised his voice, walking closer to his wife and placing his arm around her. “She should be fortunate for this as for the crimes she did commit on our nation.” His brother cocked a brow as he wasn’t aware of Sabina’s secret. His hand gripped tighter on her shoulder. “Just as long as she doesn’t get into any trouble, we will be on good terms.”

“Your mother would have loved to have seen this all.” Her father smiled at her, changing the subject.  “Her child getting married.”

“I am sure she knows her daughter’s whereabouts.” Geta mumbled taking a sip from his wine. “Word goes around fast and I am sure that the heavens where she is taking good care of her. “

This puzzled the general and his wife. A flush of redness flooded Sabina’s cheeks as she tried to steer clear from the tension. Even though Geta had more than a few questions for the general.

“You never spoke of Sabina’s mother.”

“What is there to tell, we spent a night together while I was a solider in war, she died in childbirth and her aunt gave her to me.” He shrugged, avoiding the strong stare from his emperor.

“Really, her aunt. Why didn’t the aunt take her in then?” He moved his eyes around in hopes to at least get some type of eye contact with him with no avail.

“Her aunt is in the military, she is from Greece you see, very strong-willed warrior” He mumbled looking down then flashed a look to his daughter. He really wanted to tell her, it just never came up.

“The military, surely a strong woman who can handle sharp weapons or have them close by when she needs to strike like Minerva.” He said with pride.

‘I heard about your encounter last night. I hope you are well.” Lucilla had bowed her head and Geta sighed.

“I am well now, just a scratch.” He muttered. “But I have my wife now and everything is going to work out.”

The general, his wife and Sabina had all exchanged a look of concern. They need to find a opportunity to talk in private without her husband.

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Sabina was in her and her husband’s chambers again, looking at the mark one of Geta’s men given her before he had fallen to his death from her blade. She was trained to kill, but only for justice.

Which had made Sabina think for a moment, her Aunt being a goddess and all.  Having the ability to carry a blade and execute it so well is both a blessing and a curse. A gift from the gods since she can fight for justice, but a curse as people cant trust her.

She took off all of her belongings and prepared for bed. Her nightgown was sheer white and had gold accents all over it. Her hair was left down as it rested right above her breasts.  In her hand was her third glass of red wine with the two empty glasses on the table close by.

Her eyes wondered for a moment to her husband’s blade that rested by their bed. She smiled and picked it up. The weight of the blade was intense but it’s beauty had Sabina draw into it. The fine blade had emeralds embedded into it around it’s gold base. She couldn’t help herself but decided to swing the blade around a bit.

Thoughts of glory and the days when she would run off and steal from royals had come back to her. She was trained and created to be a hero to Rome.  Yet, now here she is to be a entertainment for the Emperors and becoming what she feared. With the riches of gold and jewels, but with the desire to give it back to the people. However, she does admit their style was pretty impressive, and she could definitely wear the clothes they do.

“Where’s my brother? Thought he would be here with you.” Carcalla’s voice brought her back to reality. Her dark eyes focused on the younger brother as she placed a fake smile on his face after thinking of previous events that took place.

“He is not, I am not sure where he is Emperor.” Sabina acknowledged.

“ Ah shame, Why do you have a blade in your hand, a  woman shouldn’t be playing with such things. “ He said it in a joking tone, yet he walked closer to her. Sabina didn’t hesitate, she pointed the blade’s tip towards his neck. “Easy, easy, you always act like this? Like you are the higher pawn here?”

“Only when I need to.” Her eyes were focused on his as the blade had rubbed against his neck.

“Clever, but foolish girl. You are protected now, there’s no reason for you to fight me.” He pushed the blade aside from his neck as he chuckled loudly. “It’s just us.” He took a step closer to her, limiting the space between them. Sabina raised the blade again towards his neck. “I don’t think your husband would like it if you killed his brother.”

“I don’t think you should keep going on with this game.” Sabina stated.

“Oh, I suppose you don’t like this then. Just give your desirable body to me. No one will get hurt.”  His voice now gets lower as he starts taking steps towards the bed, making her take steps back. “Like a cat taking down a small mouse.” He said.

“GET AWAY BROTHER!” Geta raised his voice from the doorway.

“Brother, why can’t we!?”

“She said no, and I don’t want to share “ Geta cleared his throat and kept his eyes on him as his brother left the room, both knowing this won’t be the end of it. Once he left, he entered the room, and shut the door.

“Why do you have that?” He asked pointing at the blade in hand. She immediately dropped the blade and he rushed towards her. “ I told you, woman here are not to touch blades.”

“I…”

“You disobey me! First was taking my jewels! Now your welding a blade!”

“Against your husband’s wishes!?” His voice raised.

Sabina cleared her throat. “Would you rather him violate me?!”

Silence.

“No. You are disobeying me in every corner! I… I don’t know what to do with you!” He snapped with fury. “A woman threatening me with a blade to my throat saying not to hurt you. But you keep asking for it with your behaviours.” He took the blade himself then placed it against her neck. “IS this what you want!?”

“You know what would become of you if you do!” She spat back at him.

Geta’s eyes looked down angrily at her. He knew that she spoke of the truth. He was absolutely stuck in this situation. Yet, her determination and rage caused a familiar desire fill his belly. Her beauty caused him to push this desire even further as her lips had parted. He waited to hear what she would say but nothing slipped out of her lips.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her dark hair to spin her around with her ass against his crotch.  He growled under his breath as he pushed the top half of her body on the bed.  When her voice had squeaked in protest, he lifted the top of her night gown. The blade made a small cut on her neck when he slid it away.  She only made a breathy gasp as she felt his bulge against her ass.

“You may have god blood but you are still my wife and you disobeyed me!” He whispered under his breath. Sabina tried to turn around, but Geta pushed her face into the blankets.

He admired her ass for a moment. “This ass was made by the gods, I just need to remind you who you belong to!”  The palm of his hand grazed the curves of her ass before he smacked it against her ass, letting her yelp.

This followed by another.

And another.

And another.

Sabina and the emperor had lost count how many were done since they were both in the moment. Her ass was red and tender, her fears of marks and aches being there the following morning. Geta had loved the sense of power he had, yet was worried what would cross the threat from the gods.

He finally stopped and slipped his pants down. Sabina had whimpered in a panic, but Geta immediately shushed her with anger.

“Shut up! You are my wife; you need to take your punishment!” He commanded.

“Y..yes Emperor.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice, yet she knew that she wasn’t exactly listening to him. Not that she wanted to anyways. But she was expecting something since her secret was revealed.

Just not this.

He lined his dick to her ass. He grunted how it felt against it. He wasn’t going to breed her yet, he wanted to test out the waters. Sabina was whimpering in the bed sheets, muttering pleas to stop this nonsense. Her tears were staining the bedsheets as she began to mutter soft prayers to herself for comfort.

There was a knock on the door. Geta sighed heavily then shouted “WHAT NOW!?”

“The priestess of the temple of Minerva is here. She wants to talk to you.” The guard announced.

There was a few moments of silence, followed by a heavy sigh. He looked at his wife, miserable and a whimpering mess in his sheets. While it was a sight to see for him, he realized what he did was crossing the line. The spanks were fine but raping her? Letting his temptation take over could have ruined Rome. He pulled his pants up and backed away from her, he didn’t say a single word to her, but   took a final look at her before he grabs his robes to meet with the late night visitor.

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Visitors he should say.

There was the priestess, the woman that he met a few times in the counselling room. An older woman with long grey hair with piercing blue eyes, wearing traditional worshipping attire.

Then the second woman was someone he seen earlier. The one that distracted his brother earlier with the wine that helped him to reduce his advances on his wife, Sabina. His eyebrows furrowed, he would have sworn that she was a concubine of his brothers. Yet, she was wearing a white stola with golden accents.

The third and final woman was someone  he had never met. Her dark eyes  and hair looked into his soul and he felt his heart sink. Like the second woman, she wore a white stola with golden accents with her red hair pinned up.

“Why travel at this hour ladies?  I have marital duties to attend to.” Geta chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the room, especially with the third woman with dark hair glaring at him down.

“I have been disturbed by your progress Emperor” The priestess stated. “Your donations to the church have been declining as of late, yet I notice there is no lack of gold. It only comes down to a hooded figure who would steal from you so we can get what we need. We ask for this behaviour to stop.”

“Ah, that’s my wife you see I was disciplining her….” Geta began but felt his lips shown shut by some force. His eyes frantically scanned the room, and he would place his gold that it was the brunette that wasn’t too keen on him.  He was muffling his words, but no comprehensive words came out.

“Why torture her then? If she is doing good? My friend and I had heard about this and wanted to ask you more questions wondering why your hurting the poor girl.” The red head stated. “Minerva is at her wits end with this and would slice your neck open if she could.”

He felt the Burnette’s eyes glue onto him. “My last visit from previous night did not take in your asine head I see.”

Geta’s dark eyes went wide as the red head had came up to him and smacked him across her face. “You think that’s acceptable to treat your wife, a half-blood of the gods as a toy to manage your anger.”

His lips were unsealed. He had a chance to talk after letting out some gasps from the slap across his face. He rubbed his cheek a bit. “ She disobeyed me!”

“You are betraying Rome!” Minerva had raised her voice at him. He cowered in the sight of her growing physique that towered over him.  “THE PEOPLE ARE STARVING, THERE ARE TEARS ON MY NIECES FACE!   SHE IS CRYING! YOU MADE HER CRY! YOU HURT HER! ALL MEN ARE THE SAME! YOU TAKE AND TAKE UNTIL THERES NOTHING LEFT FOR HER!”

“Minerva, I think he hears you.” The redhead spoke up.

“Pomona, he needs to hear this!” She spat. “The emperor brothers need to respect her, she is our future, she is going to bring Rome back to it’s glory if….”

“If what?” Geta chimed in.

“If you fuckin learn how to respect your gods wishes. I was just here and your spanking her until her behind is blue and she is crying! That is not how you treat her! She can do this without you, but the fates say your spoiled ass is part of this.” She muttered.

“Don’t tell him too much he must learn along the way!” Pomona warned as the priestess nodded.

“Fine. Just don’t make my niece cry again and maybe just maybe your head wont be rolling down the streets of Rome by mine or your bride’s blade got it?” Minerva watched Geta nod. “Good and allow your wife to donate as much as she wants or else she will continue this ongoing behaviour.”

“She will learn to not do it….”

“What did we just talk about!? THE PEOPLE NEED YOUR HELP” The priestess squawked.

“Fine I will talk to her tomorrow…” Geta muttered.

“NOW! Your going to talk to her now!” Pomona and Minerva spat.

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Geta went back to his chambers and noticed the bed empty. The entire room was quiet and peaceful until he heard the door close behind him. Before he could speak out Sabina’s name, he felt a hard slap across his face. He looked to her, his wife.

Tears were still swelling in her eyes as her tear-stained cheeks puffed out. Her lips were trembling, yet her dark eyes grown aflame. Geta thanked the gods that she didn’t have a blade in hand.

“Me paenitet…” Geta began but it followed by another slap.

“ASINE!”  Her voice was raised as he put his hands up to surrender. Sabina paused for a moment.  Geta tilted his head for a moment, watching her rage flow through her, for some reason, a pool of pleasure began to flow through his belly.  He needed to get some rage out, she needed to get some rage out.  Her form, her body was driving him mad, he wouldn’t be lying, he knew that she was beautiful, and her rage only made her grow. He said nothing, but put his hands on her face.

“Meum Cor, make love to me, love will help us resolve this. Let’s not fight.” His voice was soft and gentle to her. All he seen in this moment, was his wife. 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” Sabina spat at him. “You tried to violate me! NOW YOU ARE ASKING TO MAKE LOVE! What do you think you are!”

“YOUR HUSBAND! “His voice risen to her level, after seeing how he added ammo to the flame, he took a deep breath. “I am your husband; it is my duty to make sure everything is well taken care of.”

“Like put a child inside of me, make sure the gods are off your backs? “Sabina sighed. “You kept saying your going to train me to be your perfect wife.”

“I am done with that.” He put his hands on her shoulders starting to rub them for a little bit. He didn’t want to say anything about his guests he just attended to. Not like she would listen to him anyways at this point. He needed to get her to trust him.

“I am done with that, and you were right.” Geta finally said. “You will have responsibilities as my wife, but I am not a monster Sabina.”

Sabina laughed at that statement.

“BUT, you can take whatever you want to give to the people in Rome. Apart from things of higher value.” He tilted his head at her, trying to see if she was following along or if she thought it was some kind of joke.

“You cant be serious, you were punishing me for disobeying you!”

“And I was mistaken to do so.” Geta stated, he felt sick to his stomach saying those apologetic words, he loved his riches. But he needed to keep his head more. 

All Sabina said was “very well”.  then she went to bed. She didn’t know what to say to a sudden gesture from him. Since he was being power hungry and anxious all day to her. She turned her body away from him and went into a fetal position. There was some shuffling in the background, but she paid no mind. She sensed some sort of trick at play with the emperor.

Geta couldn’t stop imagining what happened the previous night, her moans and whimpers.  Yet, her figure in the moonlight had excited him and it made him want to get closer to her. He took off his robes and undergarments and joined her in bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he tangled her leg with his.

“Are you sure I can not make it up to you, my wife?” He muttered under his breath as he took in her toxic sweet scent. His lips rested on her neck as she let out a soft gasp in surprise from the gentle and tender touch. Her shoulders lowered from the sensation as he kept peppering her body with kisses. His arms went to her shoulders and began to rub them again. “Relax my wife, let me take care of you.”

Sabina was speechless. She was shocked but his actions but was still questioning them. Obviously, she knew he was in the mood, but she didn’t think he would approach her so gently. Especially with the tension between the two of them the past three days. 

Then she let out a breathy moan as he kissed her shoulder blades and yelped in pleasure when he nipped at her healing wound.

Then slithered his tongue down her spine.

Then slowly slid down to her ass.

A moan echoed the room as soon as he grabbed her bruised ass. The reaction caused him to stop and remind himself of previous events of the evening.  He took a step back then kissed her ass cheeks tenderly while gently pushing her onto her back.

Sabina’ s eyes opened and found the emperor’s orbs of eyes looking down on her. His nude form was enticing her, even though she seen his complete form the previous night. His strawberry blonde hair reflected in the moonlight.

“Tell me to stop and I will do it.” Geta states. There was a look of desperation, a need to please his wife. It was a look of an injured animal asking for water. Sabina wasn’t sure what she was consenting to, but she nodded her head.

Geta trailed kisses from her breasts to her stomach. “ My lovely flower, my finest wine, my goddess.” He purred as he glanced down to her mound then back up at her, asking for permission. Her hairs were tickling his nose, but he didn’t mind, he only wanted to have a taste.  

“Yes.”

He took no time to hesitate as he took his time licking her folds. Like a snake, his tongue slithered around her sex organ, exploring trying to find what his wife liked and didn’t like. He would glance up every now and again to check on her, seeing if he was doing something she liked or didn’t like.

Then he touched that spot

“Oh” were the only words that slipped out of her mouth. Her clit being touched with a gentle yet firm touch. He began by moving his tongue up and down in hopes that it would bring her closer. As a response, Sabina gave off a moan in which Geta growled in response.

Sabina reached her hands in his short strawberry blonde hair and noticed how soft his curls were.  Her main reason was to get comfortable, but it only drove Geta to move his tongue faster onto her gentle bud.

She let out a soft gasp as the pleasure began to build more onto her body. There was a knot of pleasure in her body. She was familiar with the feeling as it grew more and more, yet it was denied to her the previous night. Her lips muttered prayers that she wouldn’t be denied release once again.

“I hear your prayers Sabina, you won’t lose it this time.” He muttered under his breath as he kept focusing on that single spot over and over until she felt that release. It was sudden and abrupt around her and she gripped her husbands hair as she released and gave off a loud moan as a feeling of ecstasy left her.

He pulled up quickly then kissed her lips aggressively, giving her a taste of her sweet juices on his lips. Sabina was so out of it, she was smiling against her husband’s lips as he kept kissing her soft lips. She focused on how fine and tough his lips were as he wiped his tongue on her lower lip.

“We should get some sleep.”  He suggested after a pause. He wanted to go further, but he knew that they should wait until she is fully ready. He crawled back up to her then wrapped his arms around her naked body. He took in her scent one last time before he closed his brown eyes.

Sabina closed her eyes, she may still have her doubts with him, but she will do whatever it takes for Rome to be happy.

And she wasn’t complaining about the Emperors care, when he wanted to care.

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Sabina woke up to an empty bed the next morning. She was still fully nude, but she had a green robe waiting for her on the table. Slowly, she stretched and wrapped it around her frame and walked out, not caring if she was fully dressed or not, she has time to get ready for the games later on.

Her dark eyes scanned the rooms that were open and she didn’t see the Emperor anywhere. 

“Good morning Emperess,” The staff would call to her and she would bow her head at each one. She wished that she could give them a more sincere smile, but she only was focused on finding her husband.

Then she saw him.

In the entertainment room was her brother in-law with him. Around them were men and women in various outfits. Most of them were hardly wearing clothing and she noticed Geta’s eyes on one specific one.

It was a dark-haired woman with pale ivory skin, covering her breasts with gold and a sheer white stola that hardly left anything to the imagination anywhere around her body. She was very beautiful, but flirtatious as well. She smiled at him and he kept her close with his arm around her, focused on the dancer in front of them. Geta was in his green robe as Carcalla was in a purple one.

He had a bright grin on his face then stopped when he seen Sabina in front of them.

“Good morning, I didn’t think you would be up.” He said.

“Didn’t think  I would have to find my husband with entertainment at this hour.”

“Oh he did more than entertain last night.” Carcalla muttered giving out a chuckle. His eyes glanced at Geta, who had no emotion in them. He kept looking at his wife and concubine.

“I see, I guess I was not enough for you for the evening husband.” Sabina spat as she turned away and walked out of the room. Just when Geta was going to stand up, his concubine had pushed him down and began to rub his shoulders to relax. It took a couple of moments, but he complied.

Sabina figured that there was going to be concubines in this marriage of course. But sleeping with someone else right after he was done with her? Sneaking out of their bed to fuck another woman? That is what fueled Sabina’s heart with fury.

She took a couple deep breaths as she walked down the long hall. Her mind focusing on the night before and recalling how their anger fueled into the passionate setting.

Well Sabina guesses that it wasn’t enough for him.

“Emperess, I just heard what had happened. “  Suddenly, Macrinus was next to her, his dark eyes full of concern. Sabina wanted to take a step forward, but Macrinus had wrapped his hand around hers to keep her in place. “Lets talk somewhere more private, I think I have an idea to help all of your worries go away.”

Sabina didn’t know where else to turn to for guidance right now. Her father was miles away and she cant recall anyone else who could provide immediate support. She nodded and allowed Macrinus take her to his chambers so they could have a long conversation.

NEXT PART

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

@smoozie okay!!!!! i just finished figuring out every hermits godly origin so.

the basic premise of the AU is that every single hermit is a god, or a being of similar power (except for Xisuma, who didn't intend to be admin of a server of mostly gods and DOESNT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS HAPPENED TO HIM GODDAMNIT.) together, they make up a pantheon thats occasionally worshiped by members of other servers, which some of them lean into and others find very, very uncomfortable. It's also a "being worshiped makes you more powerful" setting so there's that.

specifics as to their origins:

BDubs - A living saint of the sun and its light. Inherits some small amount of divine power from this, and says that this makes him a god. The other gods, especially Gem (who helped to grant him this power) think this is very cute of him.

Beef - A semi-omniscient demigod who mostly acts in service of other, greater gods. His latest patron is Big Salmon, a "higher power" that he claims controls the concepts of the water, consequences, and commerce.

Cleo - All Cleos across the multiverse have been left in mental contact with each other after the Time Witch's ritual. They form a powerful network between them, altogether controlling the flow of time and space across the servers they intersect with.

Cub - Through blood sacrifice, poorly understood magic, and worship of Vex gods, rendered himself functionally immortal. This was a science experiment for him, but he'll take immortality if it's what the end result comes to.

Doc - Achieved code-warping levels of power after the successful slaying of a Developer in single combat. Xisuma frequently enlists his help in keeping the server stable, because surprise surprise, 26 gods in the same place of vastly different origins makes the code a bit unstable.

Etho - Shapeshifting trickster god. Old, though not the oldest member of the server. Sometimes claims that he's following a script handed down by beings above him, though most other members of the server think he's saying that to dodge responsibility for his mischief.

False - False and her sister Symmetra were natural-born deities, worshiped as counterparts. False is worshiped as goddess of victory, art, and the water, while Symmetra is worshiped as goddess of defeat, industry, and the earth. False hasn't seen her sister in hundreds of years, and over time their worshipers combined their iconography into a single god.

Gem - Gem is a dimension-hopping, shapeshifting celestial being with domain over nature and sunlight. She pretends not to know what other members of the server are talking about when they bring this up, and mostly uses her powers for LARP purposes.

Grian - Watcher. Has claimed the server as his own, and thus sustains himself on high-intensity emotions of its occupants. To sate this hunger, he regularly starts wars, games, and other server events.

Hypno - A mage who ascended to demigod status through feats of arcane prowess. Longstanding enemies, dating back to their mortal days, with Wels. Their feud has become more amicable recently, thank god.

Impulse - He and Tango have the same origin, having ascended as part of the Rule Our World challenge they were placed into. After the forces of the universe were done subjecting them to whatever whims crossed their minds, Impulse became the embodiment of achievement and industriousness, while Tango became the embodiment of chaos and games.

Iskall - Part of the first group of players that Developers ever made. Escaped the purge of the first players, and has been dimension-hopping and stealing power from different servers ever since. Technically still mortal, but has been alive longer than any of the other server members.

Jevin - A demigod, and champion of the demigod Wels. Jevin was granted some of Wels's power under the condition that he helped Wels bother Hypno, which Jevin is more than okay to do. When he's not using divine power to prank Hypno, he's using it to prank everyone else.

Joe - Has, on separate occasions, claimed to be both "the most powerful of the Hermits" and "just an average guy." When pressed on what made him more powerful than the gods and eldritch beings he kept as company, Joe just smiled and said "I'm Joe Hills, recording as I always do in Nashville, Tennessee." Nobody knows what this means.

Joel - Joel Thundercheeks of Stratos, an 11-foot tall deity of lightning, lore, and the skies. His abrasive personality and tendency to throw power around made some question whether he should be invited, but Gem and Pearl advocated for him hard. He's used to being the only god around, so he's a bit surprised that throwing his power around doesn't always work now.

Keralis - Fragment of an eldritch being, and the conduit through which most of its power expresses itself. Bridges dimensions, and travels through time as easily as it does space. Unclear whether he is aware of any of this.

Mumbo - Was a mortal, though he has rendered himself immortal through animancy. His own soul is bound inside of a golden heart inside of his S7 base, and he has supplemented it with a fragment of Grian's, making him part-Watcher.

Pearl - Santa Perla, goddess of flowers, the harvest, the summer solstice, and the noonday sun. Thought she was mortal until the Empires crossover, when she remembered her past queendom. Her life force is tied to the lands she cultivates, so she has taken careful effort to ensure all her bases are verdant and flourishing.

Ren - One day declared himself "the king of all gods" despite not having been a god before this. None of the other Hermits were particularly willing to challenge him on this since it seemed harmless. Somehow, though, news of it spread, and he has established a fairly thorough following across other servers as a god of leadership, trade, travel, and theater.

Scar - Ate God. Which one? He never elaborates. Oh, sure, he'll go into detail about, say, the recipe he used to cook God, but ask him which God he ate, or how he killed it first, and he just brushes right past it. His power can't be denied, though, so he must be telling the truth.

Skizz - Suffused with Withering Energy, and acts as a bringer of doom and despair because of it. Oh, sure, he's a really nice and supportive guy, and everybody loves him, but also things tend to collapse around him in dramatic and spectacular fashion. Hermitcraft has only survived because of the power of 25 other gods crushing any disaster before it happens.

Stress - Goddess of hope, beauty, and love. Unfortunately, she was cursed a long time ago by Iskall when they first met, adopting a monstrous form, which is worshiped as a deity of doom, evil, and hate. He's been very apologetic about it since and offered to help her reverse the curse, but she's overall very happy with the state of things. They've become very close friends.

Tango - See Impulse. Unlike most gods, who become more powerful the more they're worshiped, Tango draws power directly from the souls of those who perish inside his games, which has made him somewhat giddy about the concept of death in general.

Wels - A knight and folk hero who ascended to demigod status from the pure gratitude of those who he saved. Considered a patron of justice and protection. Over the years, he's become bored with this, and gotten into quite a bit of mischief. See also Jevin and Hypno.

XB - A mortal godkiller. He ruthlessly hunts gods outside the server in order to make them answer for their crimes against mortals. Within the server, he also occasionally kills the others, just for funsies.

Zed - Avatar of Death. Controls the process of respawning, though he often gets so distracted that he forgets to actually pay attention to it, leaving some players in limbo for quite a while before he remembers he has to pay attention to their souls.

[oldschoolfrp]

Not Indiana Jones -- "Colorado Smith et le sacré temple," Didier Guiserix illustration for rules to a complete pulp-inspired adventure game within Casus Belli 23, December 1984

[its-to-the-death]

Fourth Wall Fight Wave 1 Preliminary Round #3

The winner will enter the bracket

Propaganda for each character below the cut. May contain spoilers!

Kayne

Patreons of the show can vote on what will happen next in the story. After a vote ending up with a perfect 50/50 split, Kayne tells the main character "Someone should tell your friends that coins don't land on their sides!". There might very well be other instances of similar behaviour, but if so I don't remember right now.

Kirby

Mod comment: I've inserted all videos that are linked here He waves at the player when on the warpstar in Kirby & the Forgotten Land (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aco_-PuIyys) He also can wave at the player when they press a specific button (I forgot which) in Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1khGLbtkIs) There are two separate moments in Kirby: Triple Deluxe where Kirby (when he's in Hypernova) inhales a Boss's healthbar (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aybDyXwKQw0 <this is only one of those moments) There's a few other games he breaks the Fourth Wall in but I can't find videos for them >w< 

Magolor

He acknowledges if you're playing the demo version of RTDLD. Wants your irl money by offering gem apples with microtransactions in Kirby Clash games.

Pepper Ann

The whole episode is a film noir parody, Pepper Ann is in detention throught the episode narrating and she is able to clear her name of stealing an otter statue. However she also saved the frogs from being dissected and they were getting loose in the school hallways and at the end we pan out from the detention room and we hear "I still have 11 minutes to tell you this one!" and then the circle closes out We even see the frogs in the science lab earlier and it says "Frog row" It's funny because the episodes are that length, but also because for some reason some random episodes of Pepper Ann are double length when they don't have to be and there is a to be continued title usually there so she has a point there. She certainly could have told that story to a captive audience and they literally set it up, but she was cut off. 

[kusanagihaku]

the best of times, the worst of crimes

⭢ romeo, 1.7k

u is for undercover. ˖⁺‧₊⟡ alphabet series | ao3

“If you were to steal something from this room,” you hear, “what would it be?”

You look up carefully. 

You identify the source of the question immediately as one half of a young couple; a quick glance over their joined hands confirms they are on a weekend date, one of many in the crowd of people lining the museum exhibit. They look freshly out of high school, armed and brash with the sort of invulnerability only the youth have when it comes to discussing crime.

The girl barely tosses her partner a glance before responding. “The diamonds, of course. They’re so pretty.” 

You are mindful not to snort. Or too loudly, anyway. 

You return your eyes to the glass case in front of you, to the milky-blue gem and the brilliant star reflecting off its greyish surface. The diamonds in this exhibit are worth pennies compared to some of the other items in this hall, including the very gemstone you are looking at, but you can see why the shiny rocks might be someone else’s first choice. 

“They’re just diamonds,” her partner says, as you circle the case. His voice is slightly whiny, coated with a mild superciliousness that grates against your nerves. “I bet these carved jade statues are worth much more.” 

This time it is not you who snorts – when you look up again, your gaze slides through the glass case to alight on a man with greyish hair. He is far from old, however; his smooth skin, free from wrinkle lines and sun spots, barely betrays a small amount of derision as he peruses the same gem you were looking at just moments ago. The way he holds himself, hands clasped behind his back, reminds you vaguely of an aristocrat whose house you were tasked with burgling a few years ago. 

He’s beautiful. 

And not in an entirely human way, either – the polished glass of his skin reminds you more of marble than flesh and blood, a terrifying pale that exposes little emotion or imperfection. If you were a Greek statue collector, you’d consider him a near masterpiece. 

“Quanto sei minchione,” he murmurs to the man next to him. It is only now that you notice his black-coated companion, silent and half a step behind him with hair as grey as his own. His companion– his assistant?– does not respond. 

You hold back a frown. These are not your average museum goers. 

As much effort as they’ve put into dressing as casually as the chattering tourists surrounding you, with warm sweaters neatly tucked into blue jeans, the two men are in impeccably tailored coats that billow a little too convincingly around their waists and thighs. You do not spot outlines of firearms from where you are standing, of course, but there is no doubt that some weapon or tool or another has been stashed in places easy to reach. 

You watch as the man’s eyes flick to the security systems embedded in the bottom of the glass case, then to the black velvet lining its edges that undoubtedly houses some form of alarm. Ah– 

Before you can redirect your attention, however, the man’s eyes flick up to meet yours. 

Ametrine, is the first thing that comes to your mind. Framed by grey lashes is a brilliant violet fading into crimson gold; the hues of an angry sunset, unmarred by the thick glass casing between you, paint themselves into a carefully schooled blank look. How cheap a gemstone ametrine is, for someone who looks so expensive. 

You should leave him alone, you know, especially after you’ve inferred his purpose, but why should you? You’ve had your eyes on the gems in the case first. 

And oh, you’ve never been one to give up a pretty jewel – it is why you do what you do, after all. You grin at the amethyst glint in his eye through the smudge of fingerprints and dust. “Sono proprio dei cetrioli.” 

There is a flash of suspicion cleverly concealed by the flutter of his eyelashes before he smiles at you in return, narrow and sweet and sharp. 

“They are simply naive,” he agrees. Your Italian may not be perfect, but you’ve been around long enough in your line of work to understand it conversationally. “I would have not gone for the jade.” 

He steps to his left the same time you step to your right. Your smile grows wider. You wonder if the circling of the case reminds you more of a scene in a famous romance movie, or more of sharks in the water. “No?”

You wouldn’t have gone for the jade either – you’ve seen far more valuable jade pieces in the private collections you’ve swiped in the past year alone. 

“No,” he says. His eyes slither down to the display between you. “Perhaps the rubies.” 

You see the line of his assistant’s shoulders tense instantly in startled protest. He does not make a sound, however; the man must be telling the truth about his target. 

Your brow creases briefly, an imperceptible flicker before you smooth out a smile again. Your case file notes that your client’s top priority is instead the grey-blue sapphire resting on a different side of the case, infinitely more valuable not only because of its size but also its storied history. Why would they be after the ruby instead?

“And you?” he says, perfectly courteous. His mask is smooth again; you cannot tell how much he knows. Has he already sensed that you are in the same line of work?

No matter – you will have to strike before he does. If the ruby is found missing, the heightened security will surely make it more difficult for you to get to the sapphire. 

“I would have said the sapphires,” you say, carefully. You make sure your eyes meet again before you smile, all teeth. “But now? Now, I would rather the amethysts.” 

-

“Fucking PITA,” Romeo curses, the moment the heavy car door slams shut. His alabaster mask cracks as he turns in his seat to face Ritsu. “They’re after the sapphire.”

Ritsu raises an eyebrow before starting the engine. The hum of the car purrs beneath his fingers as their safety mechanisms activate. “Didn’t they say they changed their mind?”

“You fool,” Romeo seethes. He slides a finger into a discreet spot underneath his seat. A lock springs open, and he picks up a file from inside the fingerprint-secured glove compartment that has just come unlocked. “It’s me, I’m the amethyst.” 

He waves the file towards his eyes; Ritsu barely spares him a glance before peeling out of the parking lot. “Oh.”

Seriously, why does he even keep assistants around anymore? UBFs, the lot of them. He’s going to get fucking wrinkles. 

“I’ll have to rearrange the plans,” he huffs, instead, returning his attention to the files. Even if they weren’t after the same jewels, it’d make it undoubtedly more difficult to carry out their plan if the sapphire was gone. “We’ll have to strike tonight.” 

Ritsu nods. “Third page under the fourth tab. Plan D3.”

Romeo grunts in acknowledgement. He flips quickly to the stated page, scanning through the schedule printed on it and the attached details about changes in the security timetable. They didn’t factor in the possibility of there being another jewel thief eyeing the same case, but they’ll have to accommodate. 

“We’ll go with D3,” Romeo sniffs. “But we go in at ten past one instead of three. I don’t want them to arrive first.” 

Ritsu hums in thought. “We could let them arrive first. We can’t be charged with breaking in, if the way in was already clear.” 

Romeo taps a long finger against the file. Huh. Maybe that’s why Ritsu has lasted the longest out of all of his assistants. “We let them do the dirty work first. Swoop in to get the ruby right after.”  

Ritsu nods, and makes a left turn. “It’s a lesser charge, anyway.”

-

You’ve had to shift your plans up much more than you expected. 

Usually you’d case the joint for a few more days before returning, but the presence of the two men by the jewel case today has really thrown a wrench in that plan. You hope that by striking a little before two in the morning, you’ve sufficiently pre-empted their attack. 

You shimmy closer to the exhibit. All the necessary night guards have already been disposed of, of course, but you can’t ever be too careful. 

A small alert flashes in the corner of your night goggles. Heat signatures detected ahead. 

You freeze. If you strain your eyes a little you can make out the faintly red outline of two bodies, each positioned at opposite ends of the entrance. They don’t look like any of the guards you’ve memorised as being on the roster for tonight. Rather, their heights more match a certain pair you’ve met today.

You wait a bit before advancing, but the figures don’t seem to be moving. If anything, they seem to be waiting for you. 

Your lips curl up in a smirk. You slip the goggles off, letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting lining the floor of the exhibit. 

Your mind flashes back to the intel you gathered earlier in the afternoon. An Italian rising from rags to riches that disappeared off the face of the earth after his very first successful heist five or so years ago, name only resurfacing in whispers every once in a while after museums near his last sighting had been broken into. He was spotted in Japan just last week, your sources say, but nobody is ever really sure – no-one has ever gotten close enough and lived to describe exactly what he looked like. 

Except for you, now. After this you’ll sell information on how soft the gunmetal of his hair is and how beautiful and cold the warm twilight in his eyes are. 

As you pad closer to the jewel case you see him turn to greet you. His wool coat has been traded for a slick black uniform, disguising the lithe of his form and any number of tools necessary for the job. 

He smiles, terrifying and sweet. “Hello.” 

You grin, and stick out a hand he does not take. “Looking forward to working with you, Romeo.” 

[waywardducks]

BATFAMILY MERMAID AU BC I LOVE MERMAIDS AND IVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ONE FOR FOREVER (its still a wip)

The tank was huge. It was 347 feet long, 259 feet wide, and 45 feet deep. It's one of the largest aquarium tanks in the world and it's one of Bruce’s greatest achievements.

The tank has several passageways leading to smaller tanks private caves, and a handful of alcoves.

Rays, smaller sharks, groupers, eels, and almost 70 species of fish fill the vibrant tank. But as pretty as the fish are, they aren't the main attraction in this particular tank.

No, that belongs to Bruce’s other greatest achievement. His mers.

He has one of the largest medical rehabilitation centers in the world. The outside is treated like a normal aquarium, with people coming from all over to see the beautiful creatures, but behind the scenes are people going out of their way to rescue and research the mers.

Bruce picked it up from his father. It was a silly dream that the man had had before his parent's murder. Bruce has dedicated his entire life to bringing that dream to life.

He has helped many, hundreds, even, of mermaids and mermen through his facility. Each mer is helped back into ocean life, save for the ones that are too injured or sickly to go back, though, even those mers are free to leave should they choose. Some mers will come back frequently just to say hi are get free check up when they are ill or pregnant or want to show off there progress as thanks.

There are a few smaller tanks that are meant for things like pod training mers who have been alone since pups and don’t know how to handle society, or feral mers that are being retrained to not be violent. There are habitat based tanks as well, made for mers that live in extreme climates, such as selkies that are used to freezing waters or more sensitive tropical fish that can’t acclimate to anything other than their usual warmer waters.

Of all of the mers though, there are a handful that stay for far different reason than that of the sickly or disabled.

It’s a running joke in the community that Bruce is keeping his own orphanage. But if you ask him, he will tell you flat out that the mers are his family or his pod.

He found Dick early on in his endeavors. The mer is a beautiful Betta. An omega orphaned when his pod was tragically killed in a different aquarium. Bruce took him in immediately. Dick ended up being a very clingy pup, and seemed to see Bruce as a form of parent. The betta was flashy, always one to perform and show off his beautiful bluish greenish fins to any curious humans that passed him by.

Bruce stumbled upon Jason on accident. He’s been out at sea one day, enjoying a relaxing summer day in his newest boat when his fishing pole, and all of his bait suddenly disappeared without a trace. A few minutes of frantic looking later, a small, wriggling body floated up to the surface. A merpup had somehow managed to steal all his bait and his pole when he wasn’t looking, but it seemed the poor pup had gotten himself tangled in the fishing line.

Jason is an outcast. His parents were from differing species, making Jason a ‘mutt’. He was shunned by both his species, and his mother was shunned for breeding with a species outside of her own. So of course Bruce took him in. Jason is half grey reef shark and half snapper, leaving him with a red, shiny shark tail. The alpha is every bit territorial as his species would lead him to be, but he’s calmed down a ton since his vicious teen days.

Tim was harder to get than any of Bruce’s other mers. The omega mer was bred in captivity and was quickly taken from his mother almost as soon as he was born. The Drakes were known for their interests in amazing things. They had many statues, precious gems, antique armors and books and anything else they either find on their digs or buy on the black market. One day they decided to add a rare mer to their collection: a crossbreed between a cuttlefish mer and a betta mer. Tim’s tail resembles Dick’s in shape, but his is naturally a red and black ombré, with short and soft fins that decorate his body. It changes colors often though, thanks to his cuttlefish father.

As beautiful and amazing as Tim is, the crossbreeding of his two species has left him with many health complications in his life. A small cut can lead to deadly infections, he is very frail and his scales are much softer/more vulnerable than most other mers. But the worst of it is his omegan side.

The Drakes were ignorant to Tim’s needs growing up. Sure, he had a large tank, food every day, and plenty of puzzles and toys to keep him occupied. But as he grew, the tank stayed the same size, and the puzzles and toys were only fun the first few times you played with them. Bordem sets in quickly, but so does loneliness. Tim very quickly grew depressed in his lonely tank. His heat cycle was thrown off, his instincts were dull, he never had a pod to teach him to be an omega. When Bruce found him, he was like a lifeless doll.

The Drakes managed to avoid jail time with all their money, but rumors spread quickly of the abuse and soon their empire fell.

It took Bruce months to get Tim to warm up to his new podmates, and even longer for him to learn basic omega behaviors. Even now he will still ignore them and his pod still have to remind him to do things like scent his podmates or nest when he's in preheat. Things that should've been ingrained in him since was a pup. Even a pup out on his own, like Jason was, will still have the instincts for these things, but Tim was trapped and left to rot in a cage, his mind never had the chance to develop those needs.

Damien was conceived in the facility. Bruce had wanted to attempt an experiment with a mer that he had become close friends with, Talia. Talia, actually, was the one that brought up the idea. The mermaid loved Bruce dearly and had asked him to be her Sire. Bruce agreed. He loved Talia, but not as mates, and Talia was perfectly fine with that. She mostly saw Bruce as a worthy father for her pups, one that would breed a strong youngling. Bruce artificially inseminated one of Talia's eggs. Half mers were rare. You found them mostly on the black market, offsprings of a trafficked mer, being sold for half price. A mistake caught too late. Some mers and humans fall in love, and have a child of their own will, but that's even rarer.

It’s very hard to find a mer that is compatible with humans. The mer’s DNA needs to have certain traits to be able to conceive. Talia happened to have those traits.

Talia disappeared not long after the insemination. They never even found out if it caught or not before she left. But 9 years later, a half merpup was dropped off at the ocean entrance of the facility.

Damien was half barracuda, half human. Bruce Wayne's only blood son. The pup was aggressive and knew very little English having been born in the Arabian Gulf.

Talia was still nowhere to be seen, though it appeared she was the one who brought Damian the Wayne Center.

Dick, being the caring and loving omega he was, took to Damian like he was his mother. He nursed the pup and raised him. Jason helped teach the pup to control his predatory and alpha instincts. And Bruce did all he could to take care of his son from where he was on land. And Tim.. Tim hid from Damian.

Damian hated Tim. That much was apparent.

Tim, who had never known real love for the first half of his life and had slowly been making progress in understanding and excepting his new family regressed severely when Damain arrived, having been sent spiraling mentally.

Damian came in, teeth bared and ready to fight for his place as Bruce’s son, targeted Tim for being cared for by Bruce the most.

Jason ended up being the one to step up, though. When Tim had first arrived, Jason thought he was being replaced. He went from being the baby, the one that was cooed and coddled by Bruce and Dick, to suddenly being pushed aside for this random omega with no discernable scent that he's being forced to share a tank with. Jason attacked Tim, going straight for the throat. Dick managed to get Jason off of Tim in time to save his life. Bruce quickly had Jason sedated and moved into isolation while Tim was given life-saving procedures. Luckily, somehow, the but didn't get infected, but it left a nasty scar on his throat.

When Jason finally accepted Tim as pack, a year later, he cried for hours, apologizing over and over for the way he had treated the younger.

Tim forgave him easily and the two had grown closer since the incident.

Damien attempted to kill Tim. Tim was still being precariously cared for by Bruce and Dick. With his sicknesses and his tendency to neglect himself, the older two would seemingly give Tim more attention than the young alpha, and Damian hated Tim for it.

Eventually, Tim and Damian finally make up, but they never really get too close. They are always at each other’s throats, constantly fighting. But not more in a sibling way than an actually vicious way

[stalkerofthegods]

Lord Hades deep dive

Herbs • cypress, mint, myrrh, patchouli, bay, pumpkin, yew, wormwood, cinnamon, lavender, willow, oak, marigold, dandelion, rose, lily, daisies, rowan, poppy, daffodils, calendulas, salt and spices, Cypress, white asphodel, mint, narcissus

Animals• Dogs (Cerberus, specifically), black lambs, serpents, screech owls, black sheep, black bulls, moths (reincarnation, cycle of life), 

Zodiac • Autumn (dry becoming cold) – Earth – Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Winter (cold becoming wet) – Water – Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces.

Colors • Black, grey, silver, gold

Crystal• hematite, onyx, obsidian, onyx, black tourmaline, jet

Symbols• precious jewels and money, drinking horn, Sceptre, Keys, Helm of darkness, night-time, autumn and winter, caves, mines, forests, crossroads, cemeteries, cornucopia, shovels (digging of graves, digging into dirt)

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• gold, silver, rubies, emeralds, anything metal and expensive due to his wealth and stone aspects. Any stones or metals. you can veil in muted colors in his honor.

Diety of• stones, metals, wealth, the underworld, 'winter; funeral rites.

Patron of• the underworld, stones, gems, crystals.

Offerings• honey, milk, shells or bones of animals, oolong and black tea, bread, and cake, apples, pomegranates, meat, especially lamb meat, he likes oils, like olive oil and such, a drinking horn, Black mirrors, Black cloth, dirt, dirt from commentaries, garlic, baked goods, sharp cheeses, money, family heirlooms, pomegranate mead/rum, black coffee, Statues or art of Cerberus, small fossils, art is drawn or for him, Shredded snakeskin, owl/vulture feathers., sheded dog fur (good origin hair, no stealing/shaving ur dog simply to give it to him), scales (balance scales), cornucopia, coins, 

Devotional•  saving money, spending responsibly, donating to charities for the dead, cleaning graveyards and gravestones (properly, respectfully, with permission for both the dead and the owners of the property), Offerings to the dead, as well as money to the spirits of the dead to let them pass on, collecting expensive jewels and crystals/stones, making an altar to tend dead spirits, Studying other cultures’ burial methods and cemetery rites, do a job for cementary, do mortuary or funeral services as a job (for the summer, or for how long u want in his honor), treat spirits kindly and help them move on, do ancestral worship, worship your land spirits in his honor, growing deathly plants (safely), writing poetry/stories for him, donate to those who can't afford a funeral, help with funerals, donate to suicide prevention organizations (that are trustworthy), donate to dog shelters, walk dogs in his honor, work at a dog shelter or babysitting dogs in his honor, visit caves that let you mine for stones/gems, make a playlist for him and hum/sing it in his honor, start a coin collection, 

Ephithets•  ‘Renowned’, ‘Good Counsellor’, ‘the Beautiful‐haired One’, ‘Of Good Repute’, ‘Leader of the People’, ‘Lord over All’, ‘Receiver of Many’, ‘Host to Many’ and Pluton (‘Wealth’). 

Equivalents (alike but not the same)• Pluto, Dis Pater, Orcus

They are reaching out• seeing dead animals or funeral symbols, seeing his symbols everywhere, smelling pomegranates, getting more job opportunities. He and his wife are usually a package deal.

Vows/omans• taking care of the underworld, marriage vows

Number• 6 (not seeing his wife for 6 months, then seeing her for 6 months), and commonly associated with death

Morals• lawfully neutral

Courting• Lady Persephone

Past lovers/crushes• Leuce, Minthe, Theophile

Personality• Like a working dad hanging up your macaroni on his desk, he is very formal and has a sweet spot.

Home• hades/hadestown (he lives in the underworld but is allowed up to Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Due to being a Cathonic god you cannot eat after them, you dispose of offerings into water into the ground, and him and his wife Persephone are usually together.

Curses• being broke, losing money, being unable to pass on, losing your job.

Blessings• more money, getting more job opportunities, getting more money.

Roots• "the unseen" which An extensive section of Plato's dialogue 'Cratylus' is devoted to the etymology of the god's name, the 'unseen one', in which Socrates is arguing for a folk etymology not from "unseen" but from "his knowledge (eidenai) of all noble things", you can see he originated from the greek region.

Friends• Persephone, Zeus, Poseidon, Hestia, hermes, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, all the Olympians

Parentage• Cronos, Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, Demeter, Hera, and Hestia.

Pet• Cerberus, in his chariot four black steeds Orphnaeus (savage and fleet), Aethon (swifter than an arrow), great Nyctaeus (proud glory of Hell's steeds), and Alastor (branded with the mark of Dis).

Children • Macaria, and in some cases Zagreus, Dionysus, and the Erinyes

Appearance in astral or gen• black hair, crown, kings coat, with a beard and with his scepter

Festivals • Halloween, The Chthonia Fertility Rites

Season • fall, winter 

Day •  Saturday, Tuesday, or Monday would be good, but he doesn't have an official day.

Status• King of the underworld, an olympion.

What angers them• disrespect to their family (wife, kids, etc), insulting the dead, messing with graveyards

The music they like• he likes old-timey, death music, I was listening to a playlist and there was a lot of goth music!

Planet• pluto

Tarot cards• death, the devil (and personally the chariot and the emperor)

Reminds me of• hot coca, death, dirt, bones, dead animals on the road, and goths.

Scents/Inscene • Cypress, amber, pomegranate, and winter scents

Prayers• 

1.

Great Hades, master of the dark afterworld, honored host of our beloved dead, husband of fair-haired Persephone, holder of the riches of the deep earth, eldest son of full-hearted Rhea and Cronus of the shining sickle, I praise you. Hades, kind one, unyielding one, gracious granter of respite to the suffering, of welcome to those who have passed from our world, I thank you for your gift of shelter and hospitality.

2.

Noble Hades, lord of the afterworld, upon your head the shining helm that veils the one it crowns in darkness, within your grasp the fearful staff with which you split the world asunder. Hades, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Hades, holder of all the wealth within the world, yours are all the priceless treasures buried in the earth’s deep bones, the silver and the gold, the copper and the iron, the many-colored gems. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Within your realm, O Hades, are treasures too of life and abundance. The precious seeds of fruit and grain, the soft black soil that clings to root and leaf, without these gifts would mankind fail to flourish. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Kindly host of the dead, receiver of all who pass from the earth into your deep, abyssal realm, granter of rest for the weary, sweet reunion for those too long parted by your well-wrought gates. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings. Fair-minded Hades, even-handed one who holds in hand the lot of all whose earthly lives have ended. The greatest of kings, the lowest of beggars, all receive reward or sanction by your will. I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

3.

Great Hades, master of the darkened deep, master of the realm beneath our feet who hears the echoes of our steps, who takes the echoes of our lives. Hades, you know the need for an end to life, you know the worth of a well-deserved rest, you know the thanks of men and women weary from long lives of worry and toil, you know the joy of sweet reunion as friends long parted join together once again within your storied land. The dim and misty underworld is yours, O Hades; yours are the Fields of Asphodel, yours the endless pits of Tartarus in which are cast the wicked and the vile. Yours too are the Fortunate Isles, the land of fair Elysium where dwell the righteous and the good. Hades, the receiver of burnt offerings, receiver of the blood of beasts, well-honored god: in the end, all come to you. Hades, I praise you.

4.

Great-hearted Hades, lord of the afterworld, noble husband of gracious Persephone, daughter of the earth who shares your golden throne; advocate of the dead whose wrath falls on those who deny them due burial, or whose dishonor endures beyond the grave. Relentless Hades, agent of vengeance, friend of the Furies, long is your arm, long your memory. Lord of riches, lord of wealth, yours is the abundance of the depths, the cold, unyielding treasure of metal and stone; yours is the black dirt turned by the plow each spring, the sun-warmed soil that hides the seed. Hades, dark-haired son of Kronos, ruler of the world beyond us, inevitable host of men and women and all, I thank you for your care of those who have passed; I praise you, I honor you, I revere your name.

Due to him being a Chthonic deity here are tips for worship• You can do water in the ground, I'd personally light incense in his honor, over dirt, and let the ashes fall into the water in his honor. You can throw offerings into water into a pit in the dirt for him, in front of statues offerings were left at his feet. if you have no backyard, or any place to dispose of dirt, I'd get a bag of dirt and place offerings in it then throw it out (make him aware of it, with respect.), Offerings are often buried, poured down the drain, or into the trash (This is done to ‘complete’ the offering.), please NEVER eat after him or anything associated with him other than Kore (Persephone's overworld name, ONLY her overworld aspect),

I know he was offered blood, but please don't unless you're a devotee of Mimmum of 5 years!! that is offering your source of life and it has to be sterile and everything and is VERY VERY sacred, you're offering your life to him, so please make sure to do research and have someone help you if you do decide to.

Links/websites/sources • https://www.tumblr.com/h-x-d-e-s/190189758200/on-worshipping-hades# https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astrology_and_the_classical_elements#:~:text=Spring%20(wet%20becoming%20hot)%20%E2%80%93,Water%20%E2%80%93%20Cancer%2C%20Scorpio%2C%20Pisces https://www.britannica.com/topic/Hades-Greek-mythology https://www.worldhistory.org/Hades/ https://www.worldhistory.org/Hades/ https://www.oxfordreference.com/display/10.1093/oi/authority.20111010143853768#:~:text=Epithets%20which%20euphemistically%20address%20his,Pluton%20('Wealth'). https://www.reddit.com/r/Hades/comments/17yhisn/offerings_to_hades/?rdt=60435 https://www.tumblr.com/twelfthremedy/625927031204577280/hades-offerings https://asklepiad-apollon.tumblr.com/post/182810115143/historically-accurate-offerings-to-the-theoi-buthttps://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/khc513/it_makes_me_sad_that_hades_doesnt_have_a_festival/ https://greekpagan.com/tag/hades/

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

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Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 5

thats right! we are on volume 5 of the creepypasta masterlist! hard to believe i've written so many posts in just a year and a half of this blog being active! im sure you all know the drill, and for those who dont: you can find my request rules in my pinned, and request status in my bio! please only send requests through the inbox! you can find the other crp volumes in my masterpost, found in pinned! if youre unsure if i write for a certain creepypasta, you can always ask! AS OF 12/26/2024 THIS MASTERLIST IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETE! FOR MORE CONTINUE TO VOLUME 6!

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singing songs w/ them in the car (lj, nina, jeff, toby)

playing games w/ toby, jeff, ej, and hoodie

slender, ej, and bloody painter x winslow leach!reader

reader doing the orange peel test on slender splendor lj and hoodie

jeff nina ticci toby x strong fem reader

nina hoodie masky toby walking the reader home after getting followed

slenderman lj bloody painter x winged reader

friendship bracelets w/ nina, jeff, laughing jack, and slenderman

making smores with the proxies

masky and hoodie x new proxy!reader

jeff, ej, slenderman, and bloody painter walking the reader home after getting followed

masky jeff and lj x reader who likes to prank them by jumping out of places

jeff ej lj x immortal reader who keeps coming back after theyre murdered by them

slender and splendor carrying the reader by the scruff

being married to bloody painter and hoodie (separate)

slenderman jeff toby x reader who calls them cute

ej, toby, jane, slenderman x overly confident reader who has no survival instinct

slapping slenderman and ljs asses before running away

lj toby and jeff x reader who sucks at baking

wearing their jackets 1/?

jeff masky splendor and bloody painter as roommates

Ej jeff nina bloody painter x pregnant reader with cravings

Slenderman toby ej x reader who is like shinichi from parasyte

Making flower crowns for various crps 1/?

ticci toby, laughing jack, and jeff x teen!bullied!reader (platonic)

Wearing their jackets 2/3

Wearing their jackets 3/3

hugging slenderman and the proxies out of no where

hugging splendor and trender when youre upset

Winter activities w/ hoodie and bloody painter

various x reader who forgets to drink water

slender splendor and jeff x poofed gem reader

jeff toby jane x scene kid reader (platonic)

Masky ej and jeff x reader who drinks too much water

reader dying in front of them 1/?

someone tries to steal them during a date (jeff, toby, eyeless jack)

making flower rings

various x bed rotting reader

SLENDERMAN

someone takes a picture of the two of you

x reader who is still scared of him

social mirroring and body language

aftercare

flufftober day 25 love letters

X fem reader who is determined to be kind

protecting the reader

Reader who finds him comforting

SPLENDORMAN

f y m (fluff alphabet)

comforting the reader after a stressful day

x lost child reader (platonic)

x jealous reader

MASKY

q o g (fluff alphabet)

HOODIE

being carried after an injury

TICCI TOBY

flufftober day 28 pumpkin patch

Shut in, ice skating, and holidays (winter prompts)

Fireplace and cookies (winter prompts)

JEFF THE KILLER

boo, snacks, give out (fall prompts)

e f <3 (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 8 (pet fic)

X proxy reader who is like him

BEN DROWNED (PLATONIC ONLY)

x protective older sibling!reader

flufftober day 24 game night

LAUGHING JACK

x reader who dresses up as a clown

B A I (fluff alphabet)

X chubby reader

EYELESS JACK

x reader who doesnt eat meat

rescue in the night (oc x canon raffle prize)

accidentally killing the reader

reader haunting him after he accidentally kills them

flufftober day 21 picnic

protective!ej x reader

feral eyeless jack x immortal reader

X AI reader

Winter activities

E h z (angst alphabet)

Prompts 3 8 9

Presents and new years

PUPPETEER

u o h (fluff alphabet)

BLOODY PAINTER

saving the reader from being attacked

posing nude for his art (sfw)

figure study (one shot)

X musician!reader

fireplace, new years, buddy or grinch (winter prompts)

g l <3 (fluff alphabet)

x artist reader who cannot paint anymore

kissing him under the mistletoe

accidentally hurting you during an argument

OTHER

masky and hoodie x reader (poly)

flufftober day 19 w/ nina, road trip

7MIH INTERACTIVE

The opener

An Empty Pill Bottle (Ending 1)

A Tab From an Energy Drink Can (Ending 2)

A miniature knife on a keychain (Ending 3)

A bandage scrap (Ending 4)

A miniature flashlight on a keychain (Ending 5)

A rock (Ending 6)

An eraser (Ending 7)