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scream ♡ 1996
there are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. for instance, number one: you can never have sex. big no no! big no no! sex equals death, okay? number two: you can never drink or do drugs. the sin factor! it’s a sin. it’s an extension of number one. and number three: never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, “i’ll be right back.” because you won’t be back.
Today’s question of the day…
Reblog with your answers and tag your friends! Anyone and everyone is welcome to join in!
Think this is the one I left off on (I love these, but my schedule loves chaos)...
The actual moment I finish a story is a relief. Like a “fucking finally, it’s all out!” relief, haha! After those first few moments the next feelings are either excitement or anxiety, depending on how I feel about the finished product. If I’m feeling good, I’m excited to fix it up, if I’m unsure it can make me anxious (”will I actually be able to make this worth something or did I just word-vomit nothing?”).
After edits, after knowing I can’t make it any better (without driving myself crazy), I either post or submit - depending on if it’s fanfic or original fic. Then it’s another wave of relief, this one with both excitement - ”yay, I hope people like this as much as I!” - and anxiety - ”what if people don’t like this as much as I?”. Then, after another day or so, I honestly try not to think about it...better to move on and start something new lest I spiral into anxiousness.
Creator: @jessielucid
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What the, and I mean this with no disrespect, actual feck is this? Your majesty! Really?! I know you're away at the moment but...??
Adam/Reader/Eve, I'm hitting you with the dual wield! Prompt 27 and 69, maybe a dahs of 200. Smut/Thriller????
You gasp under him for air, from pleasure, as the sand under you goes blood-black in the moonlight. Legs spread, back arched, breasts exposed to his mouth and her eyes as you float on the edge of desire and death. Your fingers dig into his wild mane, he growls and gulps deep.
He’s still so young, so new to himself, it reminds Eve of her firsts. When just the slightest whiff of blood would throw even her into a frenzy. She watches entranced, aroused, with skirts gathered up around hips. Her hand finds her own sex, plays clit as Adam might. She sighs, low and heated.
“Ah-Ah-Adam…” You beg. For him. For his Death, your Death. His teeth go to your throat, tear in, and you gasp. Groan. Grunt as your reaction only serves to drive him to fuck you harder.
“…Eve…” He calls for his beloved, wanting her with him. Wanting her to enjoy you as he does. And, in a flash, she smiles at his side. Their kiss is wanton and bloody and mesmerizing. “She…She’s so good…” He mutters against her lips, voice wavering in the rush of you. He dives back to your throat, to the feed.
Hands first roaming Adam’s body move to yours. Up arm, across shoulder, grazing neck to spread blood all the more. Adam moans, licking up wherever Eve spreads your deliciousness, as he mutters to her to come closer…closer. Adam reaches out and she lets him find her sex, slip fingers in so that she sighs in pleasure…
You close eyes, feel a second set of fangs break your skin, and listen. To the waves hitting the shore, to their panting, their groans, to the slowing thrum of your heart, and to their the suckling whimpers as they share you to the end of your being.
This may have come out more smut/horror than smut/thriller, but I can’t tell you how delighted I am with it anyway, LMAO!! I do hope, of course, you enjoy it, @ladyfluff, and anyone else who might read it!!
perfection
@endlessstairway some inspiration for something??
**Heavy breathing**
The crowd was utterly, eerily silent as Loki was dragged through the streets from the fallen palace to the whipping post. Golden chains clinked and heavy boots thudded on cobblestones, but not even a whisper stirred in the terrified crowd.
Loki kept his head up, and his eyes forward. He could give his people that, at least, even if he could not help them any other way.
The guard trembled as she chained her former prince to the post. Her eyes lingered on the bite mark on his shoulder, darting to the rest on his arms and back. Bloody bites, deep and fresh. Loki took a deep breath, pine sap from the post mingling with the smell of his own sweat and fear. If he had let the mad king have his way, he would not be here now. He already understood the lesson, but his punishment would be carried out regardless.
The guard stepped back, and the moment lingered on the edge of a blade, the calm before the agonizing storm. Fear and confusion saturated the air like a tempest about to break. Loki gripped the chains and braced his feet.
“Do it,” he said.
And they did.
((That’s me, panting from the incredibleness of the art and fic!!))
@endlessstairway, @murdermuffinloki Hurt him more please! Unfortunately for me he is requiring mostly fluff from my fingers right now. But please, more whump… Need more….
The dead-eyed creature that wore his brother’s face licked its lips and spread its knees on the throne. Gungnir buzzed and vibrated frantically in its implacable grip. The spear tip glowed with Asgard’s seidr, molten and furious, helplessly harnessed to the creature’s bidding like an unwilling steer to a plow.
The creature looked like Thor, but it was not him. Loki had never been more sure of anything in his life.
Words choked off the unfamiliar tongue of the stolen body, ugly and thick with slobbering bile.
“Are you ready to obey your king, brother?”
Loki swayed where he stood, the slow drip of blood reigniting the pain of the lashes with every breath. Despite the shadows at the edges of his vision, he did his best to keep his head up and his words clear. There must be no confusion when this tale was retold at secret hearths and dark doorways throughout the realm, as he knew it would be.
“You are not my brother, and you are not my king. You do not belong here, monster, and I will not obey you.”
The thing on the throne spat and snarled, twisting Thor’s handsome features into a bestial visage of rage and corruption.
“Take him to the vault,“ it snarled at the nearest pale-faced guard.
“The…the vault, your majesty?”
Gungnir slammed on the floor, cracking the marble like glass. Smoke rose from the haft of the spear where a claw-like hand gripped it, filling the throne room with the bitter scent of burning flesh.
“The vault,” it screamed, blood on its teeth. “Find an empty plinth in a dark corner and chain him to it. No food. No water. Leave him with the rest of the stolen relics until he learns his lesson.”
Behind a cut for length
For six days, the nightmare creature’s undead draugr came for him in the dark, silent depths of the vault. They beat him with mail-gloved fists and heavy plate boots, leaving him hanging bloody and bruised from his chains, barely conscious. The draugr never spoke, and Loki bit his tongue to stifle his screams.
Loki x Mobius: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”
Sir Thomas Sharpe x Lucille: Multiple prompts
((I should be able to finish the final two before I leave for Vegas on Sunday, I hope, haha! After that anything I might get will have to wait until I come back in September. I’ve had a lot fun with all these though, so thank you to all who have participated and shared and given feedback!!))
THE MANDALORIAN APPRECIATION WEEK ↳ Day 3: Favourite Dynamic → GROGU + FOOD
Okay I believe you asked for smutty thoughts :>
Loki being sexy around the TVA office and Mobius trying desperately not to notice, but the more he pretends, the worse Loki does, until finally Mobius calls him out on it, but by then is clearly flustered. Loki senses his interest but pretends he thinks Mobius is in distress and starts undoing his tie, taking off his jacket, Mobius offering only verbal resistance. Loki's pawing at him, pushing him into a chair, settled himself between Mobius's legs -- by now it couldn't be more obvious and Mobius, frustrated, grabs Loki's tie and kisses him. And it's their first kiss <3
Awww, this is actually pretty sweet, haha! Very Loki to be playful about the whole thing and kinda enjoy making Mobius squirm too, lol!!
The question is, does is stop at the kiss? Or is Mobius too, haha, frustrated, Loki too playfully willing, to not continue?? Hmm...
((Honestly, I imagine if Loki and Mobius were to ever hookup it may well be one of those "Loki pushes his luck and Mobius snaps" deals...either that or a continued slow development of friendship to relationship, but the first is more fun, LOL!! Either way, thanks for the ask, @mobiusbmobius !!))
Meanwhile on Twitter 😂😂
Loki
What about me?
((There was no question so...I don't know, haha! I'm all for him, if you were asking my, the writer's, opinion of him though, Anon!!
Side Note: Realized I wrote asks “from” characters instead of “for” on Talk to Them Tuesday reblog, so, haha, sorry if that confused anyone...It’s been fixed and reblogged with correction.))
He’s such a passionate dork UH I love him
*giggle*
Dragon Lord Thranduil wishes Happy Halloween!
walking around the house at night w my cell phone flashlight on instead of turning on the lights feeling like a bronte character with a candle
No one tagged me I just wanted to do this. I can’t find the original post where I saw this so my apologies for not reblogging source.
Make your person here.
Tagging @sagechanoafterdark @sapphirescrolls @threeminutesoflife @donutloverxo @cake-writes @imanuglywombat @pagesoflauren @sherrybaby14 @galacticstxrdust @honeyhan-123 And anyone who wants to do iiittttt!!
Thank you so much for the tag @fadingcoast! I decided to create a pic for a character I’m writing in a fic to be published in the future!
Tagging: @poetic-fiasco @shiningloki @caffiend-queen @myoxisbroken @just-the-hiddles and anyone else who wants to jump in!
Thanks @frostbitten-written
Thanks for the tag @poetic-fiasco, this was kinda fun, lol!
Won’t tag anyone, just do it if you want to, lol!
