me: what if pagan and amita got stuck in a cave together haha
me, 30 chapters in: ...ha ha
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me: what if pagan and amita got stuck in a cave together haha
me, 30 chapters in: ...ha ha
something that's all me
takemura kinktober - day 6: fuck the pain away. for @takemura-events. props to my co-conspirator @miazma
She was naked. Goro stiffened, eyes widening momentarily before he twitched his head to the side, gaze flicking around the dimly lit room. No clothes, not even a towel — naked, she rounded the kitchen counter and walked straight up to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but Vee was already there, stepping into him, sliding her hands around his waist. Pressing her body against his. Her face tilted up. He turned his head aside again, before she could kiss him. “Vee…” There was genuine regret in his voice. It made him feel vaguely ashamed. She huffed, a broken little sound. Took half a step back, her hands loosely fisting his shirt. “Goro— Please. Please don’t— I just. I need this.”
Yang-yang and her murder husbands (AO3)
Sacrifice
y'all i wrote a thing...
“You will be rewarded,” the King promises. His voice is softly resonant, soothing. He kisses the tears from her cheeks, and then tightens her bonds and brushes the last scraps of her dress off her body. “In this life, and the next.”
Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Monsterfucking, Teratophilia, Ritual Sex, Human Sacrifice (sort of), Blood, Violence, Size Kink, Made-up Mythology
(honestly i have nfi how to tag this thing, it's violent eldritch dragon on human action okay)
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Pagan Min, lighting a cigarette. You're welcome.
...for every aspect of him, there was a reflection in me. Princess, pupil, plaything, pet. The yin to his yang. And should he reinvent himself tomorrow, burn himself up and rise like a phoenix reborn, I would as well, without hesitation. Because this madness made sense to me like nothing else ever had.
-- Pagan Poetry
“You can and you will.”
2.6k words, Explicit Fandom: Far Cry 4 Pairing: Pagan Min/Original Female Character (can be read as Reader) Tags: Pegging, Established relationship, Bottoming from the top (I guess?), hints of Maledom/Femsub, Praise, Pet names, Fluffy feelings
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I searched his expression for mockery, feeling intensely uncertain and out of my depth. But although his eyes were dark and hooded, I could find nothing but affection and tenderness in his smile. It widened when he caught me looking at him. “Mm. You look gorgeous with a cock, love,” he murmured.
(This is a Pagan Poetry side story, but doesn't spoil anything important and works well on its own.)
Inevitable
1.8k words Fandom: Horizon: Zero Dawn, Horizon: Forbidden West Pairing: Aloy/Sylens Tags: Older man younger woman, D/s undertones, Frenemies to lovers (ish?), First kiss, Fix-it (ish?)
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A little drabble I wrote because I was really annoyed with how Sylens was written in Forbidden West, and also I wanted them to kiss. Honestly, the untapped potential of this ship boggles me. HOW is this a rarepair? Spoiler warning for the end of FW.
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He had been there. That’s the reason she can’t let him go, she thinks. The reason she’s relieved when he opts to stay. He had been there — with her, if not for her — when she learned of the fate of the world, of the role she had to play in its future.
He’s been acting like such a monumental ass, though, she doesn’t know how much any of that should matter anymore.
New chapter of A Bird in His Hand is out! Art, as always, by saagelius
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Pagan in Bolthole (where he is a no good, very bad man).
“Nervous?” he murmurs. His thumb moves idly, stroking her skin.
“Why?” She manages, somehow, to keep her voice neutral.
“Because—” Pagan shifts again until he’s sitting sideways beside her, bringing him even closer to her face. His hand slides up her jaw as he does; she feels his finger just about brush the lobe of her ear and she shivers. “—you know I’m about to kiss you.”
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"I AM NOT WRITING THIS GODDAMN COFFEESHOP AU" ~Cranky, 23-04-14
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Pagan Min x gn!Reader 845 words Coffeeshop AU, barista!Reader, businessman!Pagan, flirting (sort of?), humour (or I tried at least), prologue to a story that may or may not get written...
“Shit!”
You stared at the plate. Or, well, ex-plate. It wasn’t really recognisable as kitchenware after hitting the floor. Pieces had skittered off across the tiles in every direction, like a very sad starburst, made out of shards of probably very expensive china. How the fuck could you be so clumsy? Mindlessly, you dove after the ex-plate, crawling madly around the floor, sweeping your hands over the tiles to gather up the remains before anyone arrived, uttering a string of curses.
“Fuck. Fuck! Shit shit fuck!”
“Such colourful language! Yet somewhat lacking in … vocabulary breadth.”
“See that moving light over there?” Pagan pointed the dull glow of our joint at a section of sky. I shuffled closer, peering along the line of his arm. It wasn’t hard to spot what he meant; it easily outshone the stars around it. “That’s the ISS.”
“The what?”
He sighed theatrically, as if I was being a bit slow. Which, to be fair, I probably was, on account of the weed.
“The International Space Station.”
“What? No way. You’re shitting me!”
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A Bird in His Hand
Chapter 5: Impressions
Chloe spent the next morning’s commute reviewing everything she could recall from her rather rushed onboarding process. So many names, so many faces. And as gentle as Jean had been with her (she flushed at the memory and squeezed her thighs together, hoping no one was looking her way), she couldn’t help but worry about unspoken expectations. She knew waitressing. Excepting a few regulars and celebrities, most restaurant guests were never more than faces and table numbers. Now she would be serving the same people every day. And Jean, she would be serving in more ways than one. Did the others all know what they were up to in his office? Some of them must have been at the restaurant on That Night, and Mrs Forsythe had walked in on them when Jean had his fingers in her mouth… Everything about this felt strange. She paused across the street outside Ombra Tower, letting her eyes follow it into the sky. She wondered if, perhaps, she was in over her head.
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I rolled my eyes and said, "You are not reading Twilight." Obviously he'd just picked the book to troll me. I could easily picture him in a Barnes & Noble, rubbing his chin theatrically as he contemplated which book would piss me off the most. It was a bit of a surprise that he hadn't chosen 50 Shades of Grey, honestly.
Pagan raised his eyebrows, closed the book on his fingers to look at the cover. "Why yes, it seems I am!" he said. His mildly surprised look then slid into a smug grin. "And not for the first time, either."
I peered closer at the book. The dust jacket was gone. There were the telltale signs of past dog ears. Horrified, I repeated, "You. Are not. Reading. Twilight."
Music to fit the mood
A playlist to vibe with A Bird in His Hand, featuring soft jazztronica and triphop. I've found it to work great as a background for cosy evenings at home, as well as something to listen to while I write!
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A Bird in His Hand
[2022 Holiday Special] Toys for Santa
“I confess I was somewhat vexed when I arrived and couldn’t find you,” Amandine said as she laid her hands on Chloe’s shoulders and guided her to stand by the bed. She picked up the roll of tape and peeled the end loose, giving Chloe a considering once-over before she nodded decisively and started applying the tape at her neck. “I’ve had this idea for so long and it’s just never been the right time, you know? Or the right person. But you are perfect for my plan!” “What’s, um–” Chloe tried to ignore the blush fanning over her cheeks as Amandine wrapped the tape in layers around her chest, creating a sort of bodice that left her breasts exposed. “What is the plan, exactly?” Amandine grinned, red lips parting to display a row of perfect white teeth. “Oh, well. I’ve been wanting to introduce Jean to the joys of, ah, the full kinky experience, shall we say?”
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Art by saagelius.
A Bird in His Hand
Chapter 3: Onboarding
Jean was removing his suit jacket. He folded it over the back of his chair and proceeded to deftly roll up his shirt sleeves. Her gaze lingered a moment on his forearms — white hair contrasting against warm brown skin — and then dropped to his crotch. His erection made a noticeable ridge under the fabric of his trousers. Chloe caught her lip between her teeth, chewing nervously, remembering the size of him. Last time, at the restaurant, she’d been on top, and while he’d helped her set the pace he’d largely left her to her own devices. What would it feel like to have him inside her when he was the one thrusting? She fidgeted, unconsciously bringing her knees together. Jean’s eyes were drawn to the movement, then ticked to her face. Finished with his sleeves, his hands dropped to her knees. She was pinned by his gaze; her breath hitched, stalled, then raced as he parted her legs a second time. He stepped into the gap they made, preventing her from closing them again. His eyes released her and meandered over her body. Cocking his head, he reached for his desk lamp, bringing it a little closer and angling it towards her. “Perfect,” he said, sounding pleased.
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