#v:{tbd}

[sexierthanaman]

@rdireborn continued from x.

Eili had really tried to do her best as his personal assistant. She just couldn't seem to get it right though. She was desperate to keep her job though, needing the money. So when he suggested that she strip, she hesitantly did it. She moaned as he fucked her into the desk. "Oh god you feel amazing Daddy," she moaned out, not realizing what she had called him.

[strongerthanaman]

@w0rldsgr3at3st continued from x.

After everything that had happened, Kori made it back to her room and got dressed before collapsing on her bed. She was still dazed, her brain muddled and confused about it all.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@insightscursed asked:

Of those who had stood on the reaping stage every year since the 50th games, the younger victor never quite looked anyone in the eyes... except for, noticeably, each tribute. A thin woman with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, always dressed to cover most of her body (which by most whispers in the district, she had been involved in rebel plots gone wrong and suffered for it). Wide, grey eyes, followed the two names called in the sea of faces... never leaving them. And, somehow less comforting, there wasn't a hint of an expression. Not of sympathy. Not of pity. Just a stare that drilled into your soul if you looked long enough.

And now they were on the train... and those same eyes stared at the tributes with occasional interest. Her head tilted slightly, as if considering something to herself, her head only perking up if the other victor asked something of her... once the other had left, she stepped forward. Wiress took a breath as she looked at the tributes, deciding to try her best to be a 'mentor.' "Your easiest way to survive is to do what we both did..." her voice was weak, shaking a little, but seemingly trying to hold itself steady, "Avoid the others... and use your abilities to your advantage."

Fila can't deny that he's terrified. It shows, in the way his shoulders hunch in, curls falling over his eyes, in the way he keeps fiddling with the ring on a piece of cord that hangs around his neck, a gift from his sobbing mother before they'd said goodbye in the hall of justice. The short time with her before they'd been brought to the train had not been long enough, and how he wishes he could still be there, wrapped in her embrace, or better yet, at home, safe for another year. But fate is cruel, and in its way has decided that at thirteen years old, Fila should face the arena. That at thirteen years old, he should go to his almost inevitable death.

While the boy knows of their district victors, at least a little, he can't say that he really knows them. Just the basics, who they are, what games they won, the vague idea of how they did it. District 3 isn't exactly a common winner. Factories, technology, their work is important, but it's not usually overly conducive to winning in the arena, especially not when the careers are factored in. Older, stronger, more experienced, with no qualms about killing, meanwhile he cried for three days when the mangy old street cat he'd been sneaking scraps to had died of old age. Still, Fila listens, still toying with the necklace. Avoid the others. Definitely for the best. "A-abilities?" He's not really sure what he can claim to have. Small? Quick?

[lore-and-legends]

((Another old ZyJules pic bc I can. Under the cut bc...non-sexual nudity? idk

[sanguinisa]

open // verse tbd ;;

It took far more alcohol to affect Nan than it did the average person, but with enough time and effort, she had become well and proper drunk. "Hey," she slurred, leaning forward with a grin. "You're real nice to me. 'S real nice. Makes me wanna do something about it. Something nice." What that was remained a mystery. She hadn't thought that far ahead yet.

[protectxthem]

@sympatheticdominance asked: “Bite Me”

Send “Bite Me” for my muse’s reaction to being bitten by your muse. | accepting

It wasn't often that they got time off together or even spent time together away from others. Jack is stretched out on the couch, on his stomach, scrolling on his phone. He feels Robby's hands on his back and thinks nothing of it at first until he feels the other's breath on the back of his neck.

When Robby bites the back of his neck, Jack's whole body tenses up and then starts squirming as his phone falls from his hands and onto the floor with a thud. "Alright, alright!" He manages to get out in between the squirms and heavy breathing.

[archaeval]

Open starter, verse: tbd ;;

𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴, 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑫. "Have you seen my reading glasses anywhere?" She seemed especially vexed, having been searching for them for quite a few minutes now -- which would be understandable, were they not currently perched on her nose.

[diedindulvey]

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”

Ethan hums, not looking up from the chest he's digging through. Someone left shotgun ammo and some red plant in there. He could use the ammo. No clue any the other thing.

"It almost sounds like an accusation when you say it like that." Once he's done shoving as much into his pockets as he can fit, he gently closes it. "But you're not all that different, are you?"