#m; octavia

[sarawritesx]

starter for @moonlightdance​

Octavia was seated in the passengers seat, with the window rolled down and her hair loose; it was getting colder and she loved it, autumn was her most favorite season and the light breeze of cold air hitting her pale features made her smile. She was fully recovered after the whole thing with Declan, and was already back to work, but was taking things slow. It was getting harder to hide her relationship with Brooklyn among the people she worked with, every cop in town knew who the Sullivans were so she couldn’t really bring it up, nor she knew what she’d say if they ever find out. 

Music was playing softly from the radio, and once she cleared her thoughts she glanced back at Brook with a small smile. “Are you going to tell me where we are going? You’re being awfully secretive and my detective senses are tingling right now.”she mused, reaching with her hand to the back of his head and caressing his hair with her fingers. “You even made me pack a small bag but I have no idea if I brought all the things I might end up needing.”she added with a chuckle. 

[sinfulmuses]

I wonder which girl looks better in a bikini.

Emma liked this black piece, while Regina claimed this one. Rapunzel chose this piece and Ariel wanted one like this. Cho thought she looked good like this. Octavia opted for something more like this, while Elena went with something more colorful. Whereas Bellatrix just decided to go this route. 

[sarawritesx]

starter for @wintercolourss​

Was Octavia happy to be here? Absolutely not. After what happened to her with Declan, the desire to meet his family was pretty much nonexistent. But this was a family dinner, everyone would be present, and both Octavia and Brooklyn knew it was better to attend, so she dressed up in a nice royal blue dress, straightened her hair which was usually held in a ponytail because of work, and had some natural make up on, since Octavia didn’t like putting much on her face to begin with, but she had to because some of the bruises were still fading away.

After assuring Brooklyn she’d be fine on her own with Liam, since she could handle herself, she entered the mans office with her chin held high, not taking a seat as her hands rested on a chair opposite of him. “Liam Sullivan, in the flesh. I’d say it’s an honor to be here, but it’s really not – I’m only doing this because Brooklyn cares for his family, and I care about him.”she stated rather firmly, her face pretty straight and not giving away any emotion what so ever. 

[sarawritesx]

starter for @wintercolourss​

Of course Octavia never imagined for something like this to happen to her; sure, she might have done things under the radar at once, but what cop hasn’t? She was far from a dirty cop and wouldn’t put her career and life at risk with tangling in with big fishes in the criminal word. There was always caution coming from her, but tonight she was quite relaxed. After her detective colleague on the case and she closed a case, they had a drink or two at the precinct, and she headed home. Octavia had her gun on her, and the badge hanged around her neck, when a van made a sharp turn, and six guys jumped out of it. She didn’t even have enough time to react before she was tossed down onto the ground; the men kept yelling at someone to put the gun away, they needed her alive, the boss said so. A kick to the ribs, a kick in the back, and she rolled on the concrete. But she managed to pull out her gun, and shot one of them in the stomach, the other in the leg, before a biker boot kicked her across the face. “You fucking copper bitch!”an angry voice shouted, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her up on her feet, only to push her against the brick wall, hitting the side of her face. Octavia had major issue with trying to keep focus at that moment, and with another kick against the wall, she blacked out.

She started coming back to her senses god knows after how long; her whole body hurt, and she yelped in pain as she tried to move her arms, then her legs, but figured she was bound, not a sitting position, through, which is why her muscles hurt even more. The cheek stung and her ear rang, making her believe someone slapped her so she’d finally wake up. “Call the boss, copper whore is waking up.”a man closest to her said, placing a gun against her head. “Too bad I won’t have the pleasure of putting a bullet in you; I never got to kill a snitch cop before.”a voice said close to her, while she trembled; in pain, fear, not realizing what was going on or who these men were.

[sarawritesx]

starter for @ravenousdiaster

This was all she thrived for in her work, to bring people to justice; of course, it wasn’t always the case, but after long weeks of work they found the killer. And naturally, it was time to celebrate. Octavia liked nights like that, it was always teams work and some relaxation did them all good. This was her first time working with detective Goodman, not many could impress her with the way they thought, the way they did things, mainly because she couldn’t stand most of the men in her unit, unlike them, Octavia always had to prove herself more, just because she was a woman. As the team celebrated, being way too loud and on god knows which beer, Octavia noticed Parker on the very corner of the bar, on the counter, drinking in solitude. So without a word she grabbed her half empty bottle of cold beverage and walked over to him. “Did I really manage to drag your ass with us to the pub only to have you sit alone, Parker?”she asked with a light chuckle. “Those guys over there, they like you. I wouldn’t invite you if they didn’t, trust me. - Or is this how you like it better? Sipping on your drink like some creepy guy in the very corner of the bar? Dim lights, cigarette smoke all around... It does look very mysterious.”

[sinfulmuses]

@gentlemenxpassion 

Octavia felt the sun stream through the temple windows, and that told her one thing; that it was time to make her way to the inner sanctum, where the priests would be waiting. It was an almost daily ritual, of course, and it was something she had grown rather used to after all this time at the temple. After all this time under the care of the priests. She barely wore anything to hide her nakedness, for there was no point. Octavia was the temple’s slut and prostitute, and as such, was meant to be available to the holy men, her body theirs for the taking. And in truth, her body was meant to be available to all men... 

But always to the priests above all first, for they were the ones who spoke to the gods. 

She came to the inner sanctum of the temple, where Octavia knew the priests would be gathered, her head bowed as she went to her knees. It was expected of her, of course, a lowly prostitute like her. “My lords...” she said softly, letting them know she was there. 

[sinfulmuses]

“Put your ass in the air.” [ Octavia x all the priests ]

kink/nsfw related sentence starters | @gentlemenxpassion

Octavia served them (pretty much) willingly now, so when they called her into the inner chamber, she came without question. She assumed the position that had been one they’d come to expect of her–on her knees, head bowed in reverence. She was, after all, only a common woman, while they were those who interpreted the signs of the gods. They were so much her betters. Octavia lifted her head as the head priest gave such an order to her, wondering if it was to be another ritual, or something else entirely. “Of course,” she said quietly, turning so that her ass was facing them as she went to all fours, lowering her face to the stone floor so that her ass could be more firmly put in the air, exposed to the priests for whatever purpose they might have wished. 

[sinfulmuses]

*Gives Octavia's ass a firm smack before jiggling her ass in his hand.*

Octavia giggled and wiggled her behind into his grip. "Wanna do it again? I'm more than willing, you know..."