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@anjelictart
an independent, open multimuse roleplay blog penned by jaye. written on tumblr. trigger warnings present. low activity. must be 18+ to interact (i'm 27). please read my guidelines before interacting. nsfw themes present. this is a sideblog to @anjelicheart
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jason could practically feel his heart beating quicker as he pushed her onto the bed, his body looming over hers as his hands roamed along her body. it wasn't healthy how much he cared about her, how much he would do to ensure that she needed him. when he had taken her he knew that taking away something as basic as sleep, getting her to need him just for something that every person wants and needs in their daily life, it made him feel wanted and needed. so when she wished for her family...it hurt him in ways he couldn't explain. he had done everything for her, and she still thought of them. it frustrated him.
her small plea brought a smile to his face, grinding against her as he slid a hand beneath her top to palm at her breasts. "i'll end your punishment early for tonight, but that doesn't mean I won't punish you tomorrow." he said finally, playfully biting at her lower lip. "but perhaps i'd be willing to forgive your faults this one time, if you do something for me in return."
"you're being mean," nora pouted, it wasn't fair. though nothing was fair in their relationship, jason held all the power, infecting her life through basic bodily functions and getting mad at the slightest disobedience — though it was hard to know how she was disobeying him when the rules weren't laid out and she found out the hard way when he'd heard something that set him off. "i promise i'll do better... for the both of us, you know i'd never hurt you intentionally." feigning innocence is how she would survive, though was survival even worth it? she truly had nothing left to live for.
she thought for a second, her brain overcome with pleasure from the fondling mixed with the stinging of her lip from the bite, she had debated giving him the same treatment but he was so eager to punish she didn't want to give him any further ammunition. what she could possibly give him — she gave him her body, readily and without complaint but she suspected he wanted something more. "you can cum inside of me," the words felt bitter, she had no access to birth control or the morning after pill but what else could she offer? she had supposed giving herself to him entirely would end the punishment, to prove her remorse over her entirely justified actions. "unless you want something else, just say and i'll do it."
it is apparent he isn't used to someone talking back to him; his tongue was sour to even speak. blinking seemed the best he could do for the time. aelar could take her head off for speaking to him in such a way, but her words stunned him greatly. "why must i demand your attention?" clearly, far too used to being the center of attention, but she only intrigues him more than anything else. no one dared to talk back to the prince. all would bend the knee, agree to his terms and requests. "if it isn't my scar that keeps you away, then what did?" choosing to ignore her second question as it would only leave him vulnerable. "all you've done as much was greet me when you first came to the capital."
"my attention is in great demand as of late and if it's not sought, you won't receive it." the words were light, teasing almost, as though she was trying to get rid of him based on irritation alone. it wasn't entirely a lie, the capitol had brought her father for politics. yaryna's agenda of finding suitable matches for her younger sisters was much more important than whatever boring drivel men spoke about in high council meetings. "i am merely busy my prince, perhaps you'd find it in your kind, rather generous heart to forgive me?" mocking a prince was a rather idiotic action but she considered it warranted — if she had to ensure such conversations, she might as well make it entertaining for herself. "i do not socialise much, i much prefer the company of the gardens, the flowers do not make conversation with me."
HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER. or he thought he was …maybe it was obsession (though he didn’t know the difference). it was easier when there were people around them - he couldn’t do anything, and it was easier to focus on something other than her. but his truck had never felt so small, now that she was beside him. he liked the way the thin fabric of her skirt fluttered against her thighs, and the way the wisps of her hair blew in her face in the warm spring air. he didn’t think he’d wanted something this bad before. god - he wanted to touch her, to feel what her skin - and what was between her legs - felt like.
they drove in silence. his knuckles were white against the leather steering wheel in an attempt to ground himself to focus on the road. but it wasn’t long before the smell of her perfume and sweat became intoxicating. without saying why, lee pulled over his truck, stopping on the dirt between the corn field and the road. he dropped his hands from the wheel and let one reach behind him, rubbing the back of his sunburnt neck. “ um… ” he began “ …can i ask you suh-mm ?? ”
open to w !! (21+ only)
leander 'lee' trisler. he/him. 27. bisexual. 6'3. butcher at a deli/store. pinterest board.
plot: lee giving ur muse a ride home but he pulls over to talk and tries to do smth but she doesn’t like it (bc he seemed so tame and quiet and harmless but now she’s scared) so she gets out to walk but he follows her, overpowers her, then starters fucking her while she’s crying and him being like "i'm so sorry...but i have to do - it i'm so sorry’ and then him taking her home/his house and giving her a bath like “i won’t do it again i promise” and now they have this fucked up relationship
connection: cashier at the deli that may or may not be his step/cousin that he only saw once in a while
accepting the ride had been a sense of obligation than wanting to be in close proximity to lee. working with one another had familiarised the two but nini truly didn't know him. he'd never done anything to make her suspicious — his eyes lingering on her longer than socially acceptable hadn't concerned her as much as it should have, their town wasn't particularly safe, especially with all the people who wandered through only to go missing. uncomfortably prickled throughout her skin, the inescapable heat of a night was unrelenting, even in the flimsy work uniform which had outgrown its use about three years ago.
nini's staring out of the window ceased with an air of confusion, the large crop fields no longer taking all of her focus, they were at least ten minutes away from her home. it dawned on her that she may have finally succumbed to the fate of the wanderers that came through their town. that lee may not have been as harmless as he seemed, he was far too fidgety and restless for his question to be anything simple. "is it a question that required you to stop?" her response was short, as though he had put her through an inconvenience. "coz i wanna get home so yea, ask away."
the fire in this one, it burns just as much as the pit in his stomach. "last i remembered, we're in kings landing, and you are our guest. i don't believe it's common practice for guests to leave and explore as they so choose without being accompanied." aelar gently drops the sword, and in place, using his body to block her from leaving. "the air is plenty fresh here. but what i wonder is... are you afraid of me? might it be my scar that scares you from speaking to me directly? all day, you've paid mind to everyone, but me."
"do you wish to accompany me?" the question was airy, as though he didn't petrify her, as if every fibre in her body wasn't screaming at her to run and find a safe place to disappear to. "If not, i implore you, let me pass." it's far too demanding for a woman of her position, her lack of care for court tradition was apparent. "you didn't demand my attention" yaryna's reply was succinct, not entirely meant to wound but she didn't hold back. "do you think i'm shallow enough to care about scars? i have a multitude of fears but your scars are not on that list. why did you not approach me in the way the court deems as proper?"
open to - f connection - princess, escort, sibling plot - 👀👀yandere plot?? aelar has been nonstop staring y/m down and he has had but a lick of attention from her.
aelar was quick with his sword to block the doorway, stopping her from leaving. maybe a step more if she wasn't careful, then it would've been her head clean off her shoulders. something had bothered him all night long, and it simply wasn't the crap entertainment. the night was missing something; he was missing something. "where do you think you're off to? did i tell you could leave?"
yaryna had very little to fear in life — and that would have remained true if her family had kept her within the confines of claw isle rather than the court which never stopped, where she could never truly escape from the stares of a certain individual. "i am leaving to get some air, i wasn't aware i needed permission," her words were infused with anger, the sword was too close but her panic quickly turned to irritation at being put in such a situation.
his nostrils flared at her condescending tone, he shook his head as he tried to keep his anger at bay. there was no way she was going to make him feel pathetic for doing this, no way at all. "fuck you nora." jason said, his voice strained. he wanted to sound like he was in control of this situation, but her calling him jay was making his body react in ways that definitely made him look more pathetic than he intended too. "what gets me off, is knowing that at the end of the day i'm still better than you." he said, as if it was fact. "but this will take some of the stress off, now open wide."
was there any point in struggling? it was inevitable he'd eventually get the upper hand and she'd be forced to comply with him. but she wouldn't make it easy. "bet you really want to fuck me, don't you?" nora questioned, enjoying how much she could get under his skin. "you should be a comedian," nora let out a huff, her voice light as though she wasn't affected by his words — as though he wasn't voicing her own thoughts back to her. "if you were really better than me you wouldn't need to tell me, last time i checked, we're in the same location, i was just smarter about it." nora rolled her eyes at the concept of being used as some stress relief fuck toy, "make me."
jason's eyes moved across her body, dressed in that revealing outfit was not helping his situation at all. he was trying to be strong, he wanted her to feel disappointment the way he was feeling it, but she wasn't making it any easier. his heart ached at her tears, her apology seemed sincere enough that he was willing to let it go. sure she missed her family, she was right it's not like she could help it. he just wanted to feel the same sort of love from her as her deceased family was receiving. "thank you." he said finally, peeling himself away from the doorframe and walking over to her. he bent down at his waist, until their eyes met and he could smile at her. "now, let's help the princess go to sleep, him?"
it was a simple thing, but he had conditioned her well. not being able to sleep unless he made her cum. another way for him to control her, make sure she couldn't live a normal life without him filling every crack and crevice in her life until he was all she could think about. he leaned forward, crashing their lips together as he pushed her back down onto the bed. his fingers roamed down her body with a content moan as his hand slid beneath her shirt, trailing along her skin until he cupped her breast.
the relief nora felt was immeasurable, knowing that she hadn't upset him to the point he would punish her for days on end, to be so sleep deprived it would drive her insane. to be so dependent on her kidnapper was wrong, she should want to escape but where would she go? home wasn't an option, it didn't exist anymore. was jason now her home? sometimes it felt like he was, he claimed he cared about her and she knew it wasn't healthy the lengths he'd go to for her — sometimes it felt nice to be wanted in such a way.
"no more punishments?" nora had asked (though it sounded more like a plea), almost hopeful that he would say yes, that she was truly forgiven for the perceived indiscretion. the endearment certainly suggested so. the desire she felt was undeniable as their lips connected, her arms wrapped around his neck, attempting to pull him closer. whines escaping her lips as she felt tingles going through her body, her hips grinding into him, desperate and needy.
she had no reason to lie, at least none that jason knew of. he wasn't sure if she had told someone she was going to be here, and if she did the chance of them coming as soon as night feel because she wasn't back by sundown was high. if he wanted to get his loot and run he needed to do it soon. still, as he sat there, stradling her and looking down at her a bit of anger bloomed in his chest. how the hell did she know that he enjoyed their position? that his cock had grown hard with her beneath him? how was he supposed to bring that up in a conversation.
"alright, i'm done." he said, pushing this tip of the knife flat against her neck. it wouldn't cut her, but he hoped it would stop the taunts long enough for her to realize he meant business. "you want to be treated like a thief? like a nuscanse? I can do that." he said, reaching down with his other hand and unbuckling his pants reaching into his boxers to free his aching cock. pre cum already fell from his cock before he moved forward, his cock pushing against the lines of her mouth. "open wide, i'll show you who the fuck you're messing with."
nora had pushed too hard, it was fun and games on her own terms — taunting him, verging on humiliating him, she hadn't expected him to be so desperate and pathetic. it would have been a pitiful experience if she wasn't the one under him, rendered so powerless to his whims, a thrilling if not daunting experience being truly at his (lack of) mercy. trying to escape was fruitless, but that didn't stop her from trying, turning her head away from him, the gravel scraping her cheek from the force of it as a whimper left her mouth, trying to move her body to match the position of her head but failing to do so, wasting her energy in the process. "is this what gets you off? you're so predictable jay, it'd be hot if you weren't so pathetic."
it was late, but jason was wide awake as he laid in his own bedroom down the hallway. this was torture for him, knowing that she was awake and couldn't sleep because of his own choice. it was a small mishap, she missed her family, and it's not like thats a crime. but he was her family now, he was the only person in the world who cared enough to get her out of that mess and bring her to his home. so sue him if he was a bit miffed that she had said that in front of him.
he heard her call out his name, a tingle spilled down his spine as he slid out of his own sheets and walked down the hall to her doorway. he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms as he saw her struggle to speak. he knew what it was she was asking for, their nightly routine. it was no wonder she was still up this late. "you mentioned missing your family." he said, tilting his chin up at her. "you know I don't want you thinking like they cared about you. i'm the only person who ever cared about you, I cared enough to get you out of that place."
it was such a petty reason. though jason wasn't known for his emotional stability, punishing nora for a moments weakness where she was at her most vulnerable, sobbing and guilt ridden felt ridiculous. she hadn't murdered her parents, she hadn't done anything to incite the incident and she certainly did not ask to be saved. if being saved is what you could call her current predicament. it was a prison, a golden one, where she had free roam of her new home and the amenities in it, but a prisoner is still imprisoned even if the prison is gold plated.
nora immediately sat up on the bed as jason made an appearance at her doorway, scrambling to pull the sheet with her, revealing her scantily clad body from her lack of appropriate sleepwear. "i'm sorry," the apology was sincere, or as sincere as it could be in her situation. "i know i shouldn't miss my old family but i do and i can't help it." tears were forming in her eyes as she spoke, disrespecting her family's honour was hard, treading the line between keeping herself safe and disgracing their memory groveling to a man who was hellbent on erasing them from her entirely. "i know," her voice is soft, not agreeing with the statement but being forced to comply with it, "i am thankful even if i'm acting ungrateful, i don't mean to be. you're my family now."
jason really had to think of his response to her question. why the fuck would he want to help her? it's not like they had a history or anything like that, it's not like she saved his life and he was paying off some weird life debt that only he cared about. they didn't spend any time together, they really only interacted in forums and things that had to do with their relic hunting. he didn't owe her kindness, he didn't even really owe her mercy. she was a leach who had followed him to steal, and he was being kind.
"I wanted to help you so you'd leave me alone, and so you wouldn't bother me any more." He said, sighing before running a hand through his hair. "I could not help you, I beat you here and you're weaker than me. there's no one around to hear if anything were to happen to you here...so I guess i'm doing this as a chance to be nice. but if you don't want my help...." he leaned forward holding the knife back up. "I can make it to where you regret following me."
his answer wasn't satisfying, her natural need to dissect every tiny detail didn't align with his words, being eager to mar her with the knife he'd discarded seconds later. "i don't believe you." the reply is succinct, unwavering and demanding of an answer that actually made sense. "sounds like a stupid reason when you're so much stronger than me, have easily overpowered me and could discard me."
"do you think I didn't tell anyone i was coming here? i'm not stupid. and you'll never believe who i told them i was meeting." the words were condescending, as though she found it hilarious that he didn't have the foresight she had. "i want you to be nice but i don't think you're going to be, i think you're going to be really mean and maybe do something with that" her eyes trailed to the knife in his hand, sure he was full of threats he'd never fulfil, "you may regret. but if you're being honest with yourself, i think you also really enjoy the position we're in."
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it was painful — to be stuck with her thoughts, to know that she was the only surviving member of her family, how their expressions of terror were etched into her memory as they'd been systematically taken out by her kidnapper, a man she didn't fear, instead her feelings leaned more apathetic, uncaring what he did to her, at least she could feel something. nora had been tossing and turning, the stitches from the wounds she'd acquired during the worst night of her life irritating her and the lack of sound beside her own breathing and sighing putting her on edge.
"jason," nora called out, irritation evident in her tone, "i erm... i can't, um, sleep." the struggle to articulate herself and what she wanted made her seem to be much more fragile than she ever wanted to be viewed. "have i done something to upset you?"
"our game?" he asked, perplexed. "the only game i've been playing has been solo, you were not a player in any game that I was partaking in. you were never part of this plan!" he tightened his grip on the knife as he spoke, his eyes narrowing. the blade was so close to her skin, he could just end her now and leave. he'd be able to leave and no one would know where she was or how to find her and all his problems would go away. although...that did seem like a bit of an over exaggeration for her basically making fun of him.
he pulled the knife away from her throat, sitting back and sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. "nora, i'm not above hurting you if it means I get all of this treasure. i'm willingly giving you some, and you're not getting any more from me. so you'll just have to find something else you want." he said, shaking his head. "I can give you a small percentage of my next score, but nothing more of this one."
"yes, our game," she answered back, as though it was an indisputable fact — as though she hadn't hijacked his almost victory and tried to coerce him into giving her what she had wanted. "think about how successful we could be if you started playing with me than against me." nora could feel the cool blade graze her skin before he pulled away entirely. the fear she had felt slowly dissipating though still on edge with how fast he could decide he wanted to end her life if she said the wrong thing.
"i don't think you understand, i don't want the treasure i need it." whether it was a manipulation tactic or truth, she would never let anybody in to her world, keeping them at arms length until she was desperate. "you want to help me? why would you do that?" she wasn't used to the kindness (or perceived kindness) he was displaying, she knew it usually came at a cost.
"fuck!" jason said, his voice shaking in anger. how could he have been so stupid as to make sure no one was following him? she had made him look like a fool and he had no one to blame but himself for this situation. "i'll fucking kill you before I give you more than five." he said. his eyes narrowed at her mocking, anger rising in his throat. hearing her laugh at him, the way she just openly mocked him while he had done all the heavy lifting to find this place. he couldn't stand her.
he let go of the knife with one hand, quickly grabbing onto her wrists with the one hand and slamming them onto the ground. he stilled the blade just above her neck as he leaned forward so their faces were mere inches from each other. "enough." he said, his voice gruff. "now you're not going to get anything. you'll be lucky if I don't just kill you here and leave you to be eaten by a wild animal." he said, shifting on top of her. "you've lost, nora. you don't get to demand more, you just need to lie here and be grateful that I don't get rid of you."
nora hadn't put much thought into how she would die. she knew the manipulation and conniving would catch up to her — she just didn't realise how early into her life it would happen. at least the location was pretty, she'd eventually become one with the land, apart of the ruin which had stood for centuries, finally belonging to something. "you'll give in jason, you always do." it was far less snarky than her previous responses, she hadn't expected him to be so angry over her obvious bait. angry enough to manhandle her and place the blade to her throat. a much more frightening position than before.
the surprise of the action had nora's head spinning, severely underestimating his contempt, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth parted. "wait no, you're not playing fairly," squeals of frustration left her mouth as her wrists were captured, her movements were violent as she tried to wriggle her way out of his hold but failing. true terror enveloping her. she wouldn't beg, wouldn't cry or apologise for her deliberate torment. "grateful? don't make me laugh, why would i be grateful for this? you also won't kill me, you've enjoyed our game far too much."
jason snarled at her comment, anger rising in his chest. who was she to tell him that he wasn't as smart as he thought he was? he was obviously the smarter of the two judging by the fact that he was sitting on top of her in these ruins having found the treasure first. "what the fuck?" he asked, leaning back slightly. "you think you're smarter than me? don't make me laugh, one of us has the upper hand here and it's definitely not you." he narrowed his eyes before speaking again, his voice steady. "i'll give you five pieces if you leave now and never speak about what was found here today. otherwise i'll deal with you in a way that you will not enjoy."
"yeah i am smarter than you, i made you do all the painstakingly hard work, then i was gonna run off into the sunset with the treasure, it was fool proof, really. you had to mess it up." nora was teasing him, seeing how her words had riled him up, but not entirely let his guard down much to her disappointment. "five pieces?" her voice conveyed disgust at how little he had offered her and while his offer was tempting, generous for their predicament even, nora wanted everything, five pieces wouldn't suffice for her — she doubted it would even pay off a fraction of her debts. "you're being a bit stingy, don't you think? after pulling a knife on me, i deserve at least ten." she knew that negotiating in her current state was ridiculous but with him being a smidge less of an asshole as she originally thought, she may as well push her luck. "ooo so scary, i'm so scared, the knife in your hand terrifies me, i'm petrified of the idea," she was openly laughing now, his threat felt more like a joke to her, he hadn't truly hurt her during their fight and she knew he could have.
he'd spent years searching these ruins up, months saving money to come here and find the treasures hidden in these walls. he didn't expect someone else to be hot on his trail, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "i don't typically greet people who make a habit of following me into ruins and then trying to fight me to steal what i've found." he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he stared down at her. "i'm not giving you anything, so leave this place before i make you regret ever coming in here in the first place."
"that's not gonna happen," she answers defiantly, caring very little for her safety — the prospect of riches too powerful, the greed overshadowing her self-preservation. "you have more than enough there, you should stop being an asshole and distribute your newfound wealth." it was more of a plea than demand, her desire for a luxurious life evident. to have a life where she didn't need to worry about her paycheck to keep her afloat. "took you long enough to realise i was following you, you're not as smart as you think you are, jason." his name was drawn out in a sing-song voice, deliberately provoking him, trying to throw him off and get the upper hand.
open to: fem 21+ muse: blake thompson connection: any (assume connections, taboo and dead dove approved)
"what do'ya mean you miss me? i told ya, you can't be here."
the restraining order had been granted — the judge had called her a stalker like her actions were vicious, like they were performed without love. "if you didn't want me here you would have changed the locks," her response was passive, as though she hadn't broken into his home with the key she had stolen the last time she was kicked out.
