copg : seduction

COPG: 

"I want to enjoy my Sin the way I intend to. I want to remind him of the bliss between my legs, of the warmth of my embrace and the heat of my mouth. I want to remind him of our violent and delicious delights. I want to remind him of the reasons that led gods to fight for me. Perhaps, it is my deepest desire to be with him. Perhaps it is the lack of his touch, the craving of his hands roaming over my body, exploring the creases and crevices of my curves, to have him enjoy me, the way only he could do. I admit, I have been missing him. I have longed for his return and I cannot be denied. So when he's back, he will have to deal with my strong appetite. I think he would like it. I know my Sin after all."

A vintage's touch: His mommies

Charlie fell asleep on Mary. The little boy had spent the day as usual and had been so good that Mary took him on a ride with his favorite horse. They talked about his dad, about how he wished he could see him more often but he understood how busy he was. The little boy was mature beyond the years, and Mary was wondering if it had something to do with the death of his mother and the solitude of his father. Charlie had to grow faster than he should have and took it upon himself to comfort his father. Mary didn't know but it didn't matter, she was still caring for the boy.  He had his arms wrapped around her frame and his head was against her chest. Mary was still stroking his hair, gently singing to him while she planted soft kisses on his forehead. 

Mary couldn't help but let her mind wander a little bit. Tommy had been busier than ever, so much so that he didn't come home for a week already. She knew he was staying at his office, thinking about his next important speech but he made sure to call home at night just so he could hear the voice of his son and of his girl. She took care of Arthur a couple days ago. Linda called her after one of Arthur's overdoses, she needed someone to quickly intervene and while she despised the nurse, she was family.  She remembered the exhausted voice from Tommy over the phone upon learning his brother had relapsed. She remembered the weary sigh from Ada whom she called right after she dealt with Arthur. It was a recurring problem, something that had to be dealt with but was beyond Mary's expertise. Arthur needed help and it was so heartbreaking to see him destroy himself. Still, Tommy wasn't home, so she couldn't exactly voice her concerns for his older brother. 

During a date with Ada, she had been bothered by a young man who first tried to hit on her and then became more violent as frustration became harder to deal with. Mary managed to fend for herself, but it truly was Ada who put the man in his place, helped with the peaky blinders who ensured her protection. Mary realized that she was very oblivious when it came to people's interest in her. She paid so little attention to her sex appeal and her attractiveness, that she couldn't exactly notice when people wanted her, except for Tommy. Him... She could understand him. He was notified of the event and Mary was given two peaky boys to ensure her safety.  Typical of him. That was not a discussion and she didn't contest it. Still... Tommy was away. 

Charlie kept talking about his mom and asked Mary about Grace. He smiled upon knowing they were friends and got along well. He smiled when Mary told her stories from the past and how his parents' wedding unfolded. They laughed and Charlie called her mom again. It wasn't the first time that he did so, and while at first Mary corrected the child, she ended up not correcting him because she realized that he did it on purpose.  Curious, the nurse asked him why he kept calling him "mum" when he knew she wasn't his mother. He told her that he knew she wasn't the woman who gave him birth. 

She wasn't his mother because his mother was dead. She was his mum because she was raising him and she loved his dad. She was his mum because she loved him and he wanted her to stay in his life. He adopted her and he knew that she had a child before, a brother he would never meet. So he asked if she wanted to become his mum and she agreed to it. She became his mum and he became her son.  So she kept stroking the head of the child until she felt it was time to go to bed and took him to his room. 

Klasma: Headcanon: Power

Headcanons: Power

Nëela is a powerful Witch. She benefits from the curse cast upon her by her supreme. She also benefits from the extended life she got to learn new spells and gain power. She usually would use her powers to heal others and brew potions but Nëela can become hostile rather quickly.  She has been in fights, most of which were lethal.  Nëela has been able to use her powers to various extents and knows several ways to submit or defeat her enemies.  She might not like taking lives, but she finds a peculiar joy in dispatching her enemies and projecting onto them her anger and despair.  Nêela has been covered in their blood more than once and had sometimes been so drunk in power that she found satisfaction in her revenge. She is extremely dangerous and feared among supernatural creatures who are aware of her existence. 

headcanons: Family

Headcanon Family: 

Sara grew up in a very abusive house. Her parents quickly saw her as something to exploit. Her mother was a gambling addict and her father was craving fame. Her mother stole compound V from Vaught (her employer) and gave it to her daughter. Sara survived after excruciating pain and developed telekinesis as a result. She was emotionally abused by her parents and subjected to intense training while she was still a little girl. Her mother never displayed affection towards her as soon as her gambling addiction took over.  Her father seemed to be the kindest one, but he was setting up huge expectations on his daughter, to the point that Sara was set up to fail because she never succeeded in pleasing her father. So she grew up thinking she was a disappointment to both of her parents. 

Around the time she started to show her powers, her extended family refused to visit. They believed that superpowered humans were actually satan spawns and they rejected Sara when she manifested her powers. It took her family's murder for Sara to realize that her extended family actively rejected her because she had powers, calling her a demon child. It fueled Sara's anger and disgust toward her family. Her childhood encourages Sara to behave differently when it comes to children. She always manages to treat them with calm, warmth, and kindness. She empathizes with them, especially the children who had been abused by her family and she will always protect them from harm. Sara's only brave moments would come when a child is in danger. -Don't try to hurt Ryan in front of her or any other child for that matter- She dreams of having a family of her own someday and would ensure that her child, should she have one, would be dotted on like no other one. Dotty, for now, could be seen as a mother figure for the young woman, despite them having mostly a manager/ client, type of relationship too. 

copg: Life of Elpis: war was coming

War was coming. Elpis was ready to go to war with her pantheon. She had developed her powers and reached her potential but her armor hadn’t been made. So until she was fully prepared, the goddess had to wait some more and enjoy human life. She felt a while ago, the visit of Ayasha to her mother, but refused to intervene because then it wasn’t the time.  She wanted to enjoy more time with her beloved, and prepare their minds for the slaughter to come. So, the goddess wanted to entertain her sin, to lavish him with her attention because he deserved it. She started with a fresh cut but would keep on with her day, she wanted to surprise him and she would.

SoA: My best friend

My best friend is going to leave. 

I have yet to adjust to the news.

I want her to be happy, to elope to a better life. A life that she deserves to have.  I want her to move on, and leave behind the life she used to have. I want her to see that there is something else than tragedy, pain and despair. I want her to grow, to keep being loved, to build a better life for herself. 

And I will try to do the same for myself.

A vintage's touch: "Smile for me, Mary."

Mary had trouble expressing her emotions. She held them back for so long because the nuns didn’t let her. She had to hold back because her husband didn’t like it when she expressed her grief. So, Mary had issues expressing herself but her family, the Shelbys, knew how to decode her. They could read her face and they could understand her. They managed to bring the best out of her, to give her room to express herself and they could understand her. Mary was soft, she was kind, she was nurturing and she cared for her family. She wanted the best for them, but Mary still had trouble expressing her emotions, especially when hurt. Tommy knew. He knew.

H.U.G: Headcanon: Fanclub

Fanclub:

Sara has a huge following. That was the reason Ashley wanted to hire her. The bulk of her fan base comes from her singing career but a huge chunk also comes from her only fans audience.  

Sara is well aware of the influence she has on people and the attention she can get. Her fans are devoted to her, and they are so fierce that they can attack anyone who tries to hurt or slight her. 

However they also love to ship her with any of the hot celebrities they can find and would eventually get on board with H.U.G as long as he doesn’t make her suffer.

Doya: Wedding night

Wedding night.

Oya could not believe that they had actually had jumped the shark. They got married, only because Oya wanted to make it  official. She wanted to change her name and claim to the world that she was Dean’s. They were already « married » in their minds. Both were committed to the other and believed that they were « it » for each other. So the ceremony was just a way to show her love for him. It was simple, just the family, burgers and beers. It was just them. And Oya loved it. She didn’t need anything but them. The wedding night, however, was all « Oya » style. 

She was greedy. She was demanding. She was in charge. Dean knew that she would make it a night full of debauchery, full of love, full of Dean finally leaning back and relinquishing control over to Oya.  She wanted him to lose his mind, to lose his breath upon seeing her and to lose his breath after they were done. It was wedding night and Oya was way too excited for it would be the first as Mrs. Winchester.

Klasma: With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride!

The witch thought she could handle living life on her own. While the first years she managed to do so, solitude quickly took a toll on her. She craved company. She craved being touched, being talked to, being hugged... she craved each and every little sign of affection and thus for 800 years. 

The witch thought she could handle living life on her own, but from the minute she met Klaus and started to bond with the hybrid, she realized that she couldn't. All those centuries spent trying to keep people at bay and failing to do so. All those centuries spent losing friendships to either death or betrayals.. all those centuries keeping away from feelings finally caught up with her. She needed a contact. She needed to be seen and talked to. She needed contact....She needed him. 

GoT (modern): Muse and model

 Bäahal was so happy. She made a friend, a true friend. Was it possible that the Lannister heiress was truly a friend? Was it possible that they were able to bond? She wanted to believe in this newfound friendship. She wanted to believe that she found someone who saw her as she was and embraced her as she was. She wanted to believe that they would be able to spend time together and share their common interests. Bäahal was so happy to receive the support of her friend. She had always wanted to dance for someone and to see that she could finally be able to dance for one of them was exciting for the silver head. She would work hard on the next dance number just for her friend. She was also excited at the idea of wearing Kyra designs. She was a model so she would be able to show off her friend's work. The young woman couldn't help herself but smiled from ear to ear, thinking that it was quite extraordinary to find love and friendship in the same family, but it was warm and it felt good. 

Got: The Dragon Princess

She was burning, positively so. She was burning for the knight and it took the princess several months to realize that she desired the Knight. Bäahal had never wanted a man before, and could you blame her when all she knew was violence and pain. Men had always used the young woman for their own entertainment. Her beauty became a curse, and her curves became a death sentence. She dissociated and learned how to control her body which became a tool. When Daenerys freed Mereen, the silver princess reclaimed her body. For the first time in her life, she didn't have to endure another person's desire. She didn't have to be touched in places she didn't like and she didn't have to think about promiscuity anymore. Still... that was before she met Ser Jaime Lannister. 

It hit her when the Knight returned from his mission. Upon seeing him, she felt the knot in her stomach, the goosebumps covering her skin, and the warmth between her legs that tortured her this very night. She felt it, the shivers that go down her spine, the growing need for the knight, and the intense heat that became more and more intense. She was haunted by the wild thoughts that crossed her mind, the desire to taste him, to feel his calloused fingers brush over her soft skin, and the sound of pleasure falling from his lips.  She was burning, positively so! For the first time in her life, the princess wanted to feel a man. She wanted him to touch her, taste her, devour her. Oh... Oh she did! And the toes that curled upon those thoughts, and the way she was panting only fueled her desire some more. Oh, Jaime...Beloved Jaime. 

Klasma: Valentine's day

Valentine's day... Could an immortal truly care about a celebration like Valentine's Day? As a matter of fact, Nëela didn't care much for the holiday. She believed that once your life went beyond that of a mortal, you view love, eternity, and commitment completely differently. Your commitment becomes more meaningful, you pick and choose the person you want to share your life with. 

You are far more sensitive to the tokens of affection from your chosen lover. Valentine's Day become nothing but a drop in the ocean. 

Still, Nëela's heart ached because she longed for companionship, and on a day like this one, she realized that she was alone, no.. she realized that she was missing the hybrid. 

a vintage's touch: "Listen to me, Tommy."

Listen to me, Tommy, and listen to me carefully. I know that you are agitated. I know the fear that clings to your heart when you're looking at her. I felt the same way about Ruben. I was wondering how someone like him could love someone like me. I thought it was a cruel joke and that someone like him could never love me. But he did, bless his heart. He loved me but it killed him. So, I know... Tom, I know how you feel deep down. 

Mary isn't like any other person you've ever met. She knows you, she knows the good, the bad, and the ugly. She knows you have blood on your hands and a devouring ambition in your heart.  She knows you can't stop and won't stop searching for what you want. Mary loves you and this scares you, doesn't it? Because you don't know what she loves in you. Because you don't think you deserve it and on top of it all, you're afraid of what you'll become if she stops loving you or if you lose her for good.  I love her like she's my family.  I trust her. I love her and I think you should allow yourself to be loved too. 

A vintage's touch: Mary knew

Mary knew, deep down that something was not right with Tommy. it wasn't so much the fact he rarely smiled since the deaths of both Grace and John, no, Mary was used to his face, she knew the simplest creases and half-smiles he gave her. It wasn't the fact he spoke little, Tommy wasn't a man of many words. He usually would process the information in his brain for a long time before finally, he found the words he wanted to say. However, Tommy was restless. She had already seen him pace around, unable to find peace as his mind was traveling miles away from where he was. Something was bothering him but she didn't know what. 

Tommy couldn't say what was stressing him out. It had everything to do with Mary, her safety, her smiles, and the fact he admitted to himself that she meant way more than he could ever say. He had tried, the night of her birthday, he had tried to convince himself that he could look away from her, that she was just a friend of the family, but quickly the thoughts crumbled away because it wasn't true. Mary was more, far more than just a friend. She was loyal, patient, sweet, and soft. She cared for him, for his child, for his family... She cared for him...Genuinely so. 

How long had it been, since someone genuinely cared for him? Mary learned how to care for horses just so they could spend more time together. Charlie loved her, and even sometimes called her "mum" by accident.  What could he do? What could he do? She spent all her nights in his bed, cuddling him, loving him, giving him her affection.  She ran her hand through his hair, calmed his demons, soothed his heart, and meant its tear. She made him feel good, and by her side, he no longer heard the tunnels. So yes, he was restless, because now he had something to lose, again. He was restless because he couldn't bear the thought of losing the woman he loved. Yes, loved... 

Mary knew when Tommy was restless and upset, but since she couldn't know what was going through his brain, she simply wrapped her arms around his frame, let her fingers run through his black hair, keep him close to her heart. 

COPG: Life and Death of Ishtar: losing sanity.

"He knew by now, that Elpis' influence was far more powerful than he anticipated. He was still carrying the weight of his guilt and as she grew more powerful, it grew even heavier. Ishtar, the older brother, the shoulder she used to lay on had betrayed his beloved sister. he had betrayed her out of jealousy for Superbia, and out of a selfish desire to claim the goddess for himself. he couldn't reconcile his true desires with the image he projected to her. he was not a noble God. He wasn't a hero. He was self-serving like the rest of them. He was a hypocrite who didn't hesitate to stab his own sister.

Yes, he would try to find an excuse for his despicable actions. He would try to claim that passion had him do what he shouldn't have done. he would try to claim that he wasn't thinking because his feelings were overwhelming. he would try to claim that he had no other choice but to let Ayasha convince him that it was for the best of the family.  Was it, really? Was it for the best? Ishtar knew better than to lie. His lies ate at him and he had crossed the point of no return already. His guilt plagued him, Despair overcame his resolve. Elpis had won way before they fought that last battle. She had won because the New All-Father had lost his sanity and was now hoping to have the means to destroy his sister once and for all. He Hoped."

Got: A brother's love.

Got: A brother's love

// I miss them. He's on edge. 

xxx

"I have been wrong, princess. I have been wrong to doubt you. I thought you would have been crushed by my brother but you are far more resilient than I gave you credit for. I was so scared for you, for your heart to be broken by Jaime, and for you to sacrifice your happiness in the name of duty. I should have trusted you more because you have the power to give hope to the people around you. You accomplished so many things, little miracles if you asked me. You found my brother when I thought he was gone. You brought my brother back and if I can see him today, I owe it to you. You saved people during a siege, after having been betrayed and starved to near death. You managed to help your people get to know your sister better. you gave /me/ hope, yes, me...And I really don't know how to say what I want to say to you. Your sister, our queen, had decided to tackle the topic of your relationship with my brother and I am scared. I am scared that she would deny Jamie and you. I am scared of his reaction to her rejection. I don't know if he would be able to move forward or even be happy if he can't be with you. I worry about him, just like I worry about you. Princess.... my dear princess... "

Colby: first touch

// let's pretend that they had a little fight and circumstances forced him not to return home for a while. 

xxxx

He longed for a touch, a single touch of her smooth dark skin. He longed for a kiss, the mere promise of a taste of her lips. Tommy wanted to devour her figuratively. He wanted to become one with the woman he knew was important in his life. She had been out of reach for almost a year, partly because he had to keep his distance to protect her but also because none of them was able to fix things. Every time he called her, they started a fight. Mary usually initiated them because she was hurt. Could he blame her?  He was always absent and she rarely saw him, despite her pleas. Mary wanted them to have a decent family life and she needed him to commit but he didn't.  What he did wasn't right, leave her hanging dry like that.

He longed for a touch, a single touch with one of his hands. Tommy often dreamed about it, about how soft she would feel beneath his palm as he would explore her body. He wanted to discover this terra incognita once again, and he wanted to see if he remembered every curve on her body. The peaky blinder wanted to feel her brown hair in his digits, the soft curly texture he loved so much after she took a shower, and the sweet and delicate perfume of a rose she always had when she was laying on the bed with him. He wanted it. He needed it. He needed her. That much he could admit. For several weeks, he had been away from her and his heart was aching for her. 

He longed for her laughter in his ear, that one she had when she was embarrassed and flustered as the older man uncovered her body and exposed it in all its glory for his very humble eyes to see. He needed to feel Mary's hands roam over his strong figure, feel his muscle work as he would move above her or against her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin and listen to her heartbeat when they would both pretend, they were asleep. Tommy wanted to feel her voluptuous form against his, have her very essence ease the pain from his being, soothe his aching soul and take his nightmares away. He needed her comfort, he needed her love.

When they finally reconciled, Tommy was clumsy and hesitant. The very first touch was important, and he had dreamed of it for so long that he refused to ruin it. They both stared at each other like two lost children who were unable to move, unable to speak and he could feel the tension in the air. Mary was breathing heavily, and her eyes were gleaming brightly. Tommy was more composed but almost doing the opposite. His breathing was slower, and he was standing straight and tall and barely moving.

« This is ridiculous » He heard Mary swear under her breath before finally, something happened. She started to undo her shirt and threw it on the ground before she removed her bra. He watched silently, almost scared to make a noise that could interrupt her. His blue eyes never lost contact as she was exposing the so-needed beautiful flesh of hers for him, to him. He felt grateful, almost blessed because she decided to give him a second chance. He could feel she was shaking nervously and decided to take action against it. He couldn't smile but his eyes spoke a great deal about his feelings. She truly was beautiful to him, even more than in his memories, and was only inches away. His breath was taken away by her beauty and he didn't even know what to say so he remained silent.

The first touch. It was his hand over hers as he noticed she was unable to undo her skirt. She was shaking way too much and it was starting to get on her nerves. Mary bit at her bottom lip as she felt his hand over her, so large and so strong. Expert and lethal and yet it was still soft. It made her stop and she looked into his eyes again. There it was! The first contact. Her eyes searched for his as they were starting to get filled with unshed tears and she ended up chuckling as he gave her one of his secret smiles. The ones she barely could handle because they both exuded confidence and a little coyness. he smiled so rarely that it always was a sight to behold for the young woman.

The first touch! So electric and gentle. It wasn't what he expected but it was enough. It was more than enough. It was magnificent. A single touch, a hand over another. She let him. She accepted him. Such a relief! It sent a blast into his mind as if his head had just exploded and he could feel the goosebumps run over his skin. He felt like a teenager doing it for the first time and this was in spite of her being his long-time lover. It wasn't the first time they ever did, but it was even more symbolic and important than that very first time. It was about redemption, acceptance, and love. True love. A simple touch...worth a million of them. He loved her and she knew it, the moment he touched her, she could feel it. Such good news! Such a wonder. Such a beautiful feeling love was! She cupped his other cheek with her hand and tiptoed so she could reach his lips for a kiss, the first of much more.

HUG she couldn't trust his face.

"She knew she shouldn't trust his face. Something about him screamed danger. He was a dangerous man. He was so dangerous that he could snap at any moment and end her life. Sara had done everything she could to stay alive and lead a quiet life. She tried to stay out of trouble but TROUBLE came into her life like a car crash.

Homelander. He was impossible. Impossible to beat, impossible to read, impossible to anticipate. He was DANGER incarnate, something that awoke a primordial fear inside her. he was terrifying and she could feel fear cling to her bones. She could feel fear cripple her (and alongside it, her breasts milk her shirts). She was scared he would hurt her because of something she'd do that wouldn't please him.

Yet... yet... there was more to him than meets the eye. She could feel it. He was not the kind of man who would hurt those who cared for him. He wouldn't hurt people who would be honest with him. Heck, even his feud with Butcher didn't finish with him killing the bastard (no matter how many chances he got). So perhaps, he was longing for companionship? perhaps, he was like her, in some way? He wanted someone he could trust and who could care for him? Perhaps, he had depths and layers? She didn't know the truth about him. (the whole truth that is), but she knew enough to suspect that he was in pain and he was alone. so if she could provide him her company and compassion, maybe he would feel less lonely. Perhaps, she would feel less lonely. perhaps she wouldn't feel attracted to him in a way she couldn't comprehend yet. who knew? but DANGER himself? "

JB: "I love you too my princess."

 He ran his fingers through her silver mane and searched for her gaze. She gave him a sheepish smile and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. A smile graced her feature as she kissed his nose again before rolling on her side to bare her back at him. He wrapped one powerful arm around her waist and rolled on his side so they could assume a spooning position. To think he actually lost her too many times to count now had made him aware of how much he refused to be alone now. It wasn't because « he deserved it »  No! It was that selfish need to be loved, the yearning for a touch, the longing for a kiss, and the desperate search for someone's warmth. 

Jaime wasn't that perfect man who was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of his House without actually having a couple of regrets. He would give his life, anytime, anywhere if it was to do his duty but he was tired of sacrificing everything. he was tired of being lonely. He did spend decades obsessed with Cersei. He gave her his heart, his life, and everything he had only to have his heart crushed into pieces. The Knight tried to convince himself that it was meant to be and lost himself even more in his duty. He was a fool though because as much as he would have liked it not to hurt him, it had. 

With Bäahal, things were different, she was different. He couldn't say he fell in love with her at first sight because it would not be true. What Jaime did feel when they first met was more a fondness he couldn't quite name. He wanted her to survive. He wanted her to live. His feelings for her came much later. She was loyal, innocent, and genuine. She kept going, and no matter how hard her life was, she kept going and she tried to give hope to those around her.  Bäahal was warm against him, she was soft and loving and she soothed his pain. He couldn't quite know why or how she was doing it, but being next to her allowed him to find peace and he refused to trade it for all the riches of the world.

Romantic much? Maybe simply it was just a selfish desire. The very one she felt whenever Jaime was involved in something. He made her heartbeat go faster, He took her breath away but most importantly, he made her feel safe. SAFE! The young princess smiled at him and quietly whispered to Jaime as she realized she would soon fall asleep.« You know... no matter what happens to me, the mere thought you will always be there is enough to drive me. I love you. Tremendously. » She said as she closed her eyes again and snuggled up better against the Golden Lion who leaned his chin on top of her shoulder.

« I love you too, my princess. » 

Was all he needed to say as he kept his arm around her frame, protective of her as he refused to let her exit his life again.

HUG: sensuality

She didn't need to be handcuffed, sometimes, he would just tell her to be a good girl and she would let him maneuver as he pleased.

It wasn't so much the relief to let him think for her and make decisions than the sheer pleasure to see him operate and relish in turning her into a puddle of nerves. She loved it when he was enjoying himself, his moans, and his grunts were addictive to the Supe who couldn't help but want more of him.

She would eagerly kneel before him and take him in her warm and wet mouth. Her plump lips looked so good around his cock, firmly holding him there as she started to suck on him. He never could resist her tongue and lips on him. He never could resist her black eyes locked on his icy blue ones. She was captivating, to say the least. His hand would run over her black locks and hold a fist of it to prevent a strand from bothering her and she would love it. 

His soft yet firm touch and the way he possessively held onto her hair as if she belonged to him and him only. Well, she did, they both belonged to each other exclusively, but Sara enjoyed it when he acted the part and made her feel like no one else could touch her but him. That he wouldn't allow it to happen.

He couldn't resist her mouth, let alone when she was looking at him with desire. She was eager and greedy, drinking into the sight of him being pleasured by her, of the feeling of him throbbing only because of her and from the anticipation of him filling her mouth with his essence. 

In moments like these, he was the one with handcuffs, the one she put on a leash because he couldn't resist her, and she was the one in control. He was the one who was weak in the knees and who moaned her name as she engulfed more of him up until it hit the back of her throat. She was the devil; she was his goddess and she relished seeing him hand control and power over to her as she sucked him dry. She ruined the man, and left him wanting some more and if anything, it really was her little smug smile that always crept on her lips when she was done that turned him on the most.

Colby: I want to grow old with you.

 I look at your sleepy face and lose my fingers into your black mane. You seem at peace, tonight, which makes me feel comfortable. I am not the easiest person to be with:  always worried, always afraid, but you shushed every little noise with your beautiful smile, I wonder...

I lay my head on your chest, eager to listen to your heartbeats and I find myself smiling in the dark of our room, at how silly this is. I smile at how I keep thinking you might just want to leave when you just said to me you wanted to see me grow old, just yesterday.

"I want to see you grow old, Mary," you said, a glitter never leaving your gaze as I gave you a surprised look. " You want to see me grow old? I can't imagine growing old if not  with you?" I dared to say, thinking of how tightly our lives would be tied and entangled.

You chose me and I think this is what I can't wrap my head around. You chose me, the one who usually was left behind.You chose me, the one who wouldn't even pick herself. Yes, You chose me, Tommy. You chose the one who couldn't see her at her best. And every day, waking up to you is a blessing, it's a gift you know?

I'm left wondering for a while how I achieved to do this, But then I realize that we have been walking this Earth together, Hand in hand and heart to heart. Haven't we? I realized that you're not perfect, well, I've always known that you weren't perfect. But you complete me which is what I need.

We complete each other and fill in each other's voids. You are strong when I'm not, I am strong when you're not. Together we're invincible.  Yet,  it happens I forget to breathe, and all of a sudden I forget that for all the time you lifted me up, I lifted you too. And for all the tears I wept for you and all the strength I lent you. You did the same for me.

"I never saved you, you saved yourself." You keep telling me. And it took me until dawn to realize what you meant with those words. I chose you and you chose me. We chose to walk together. Hand in hand and heart to heart, we chose to be together It's not me you saved, it's not you I saved. We pulled each other up

We built something I do actually trust.

We built something, I do actually love.

I want to grow old with you, I want us to have a happy life

We win, we lose, we fall and we rise

Together we will, together at last!

I love you, Tommy Shelby, I love you so much. 

Klasma: love without limit, lust without control.

In moments like these, none of them could even think straight. It was their moment to let go and give it all. It was  their moment to turn soft moans and grunts into inhumane sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure. He would use his vampire strength to the maximum she could take, pounding into her until the bed creaked beneath their weights, letting her drop her head and hold herself on her arms so she wouldn't fall. 

She would encourage him with her noises and would allow her head to go blank so she would only focus on his body against hers, on his laboured breath, on his powerful thrusts. He would fuck her brains out and melt his brain in the process for she felt divine around him, she felt soft and warm against him and she gave herself to him without restraints. 

Love, without limits,

Lust without control 

Viserys and Kyra: love

No matter how convincing her voice was,

He knew how she truly felt when he looked into her eyes,

She couldn't hide the love she felt for him,

It was eating her alive, blowing her mind away,

It was like a burning thousand suns and freezing cold stars,

It gave her shivers down her spine and took her breath away,

How could one love someone that much?

How could one confess such feelings?

She was scared of losing it all if she ever dared let him know, let him feel,

But unlike many others, unlike those monsters in her mind,

He simply bent forward, cupped her cheek, and stole a kiss,

He loved her with all his mighty heart,

It was just too much for words,

For none could explain how he was truly feeling,

None could let her know how much he needed her,

Her love, her warmth, her strength, her light

For she was the light in his darkness,

His anchor on this troubled sea he was sailing on.

She was his everything, his very world, his reason d’être.

And for her, he would have trespassed any law, any danger.

For him, she would have done the same, even more.

For her life was worth living when he was in it.

His life was worth living, ONLY when she was in it. ~

COPG: Life of Elpis: He would test her at times

He would test her at times. She wasn't to touch herself; she wasn't to even open an eye while he would take care of her. Pride would sometimes purposely make sure she was sex-deprived for a couple of days. She was impatient in nature so he would make sure to taunt her with it. For Elpis, it was torture not to be able to touch him, let alone see him. 

Her senses were acute and her skin sensitive, so it was very difficult for her to keep her promise. The Sin stroked her cheek, slowly taking his time and frustrating her a little more. She held back a sneer, held back impatient grunts, and forced herself not to open her eyes. He smiled as she was trying to behave and as he stroked her cheek, he finally let his fingers rub over her lip. She first licked the tip of his digits before taking his forefinger in and sucking it eagerly.

"You've been a good girl. Do you know how good girls are rewarded?" He asked in a voice thick with arousal. She shook her head so he added. "They get exactly what they want. So, what do you want Elpis?"

"I want you... all of you." Was all she could whisper as she arched her back. He grinned at her answer, knowing full well what she meant, and proceeded to give it to her. 

3 rp questions: Elpis x Oya (wip)

 // Q1: How does your character show their love to their partner? 

Q2: What are their little quirks when they're having sex? 

Q3: What is the thing their partner does they can't do without?

OYA: 

Q1: Oya shows her love for Dean when she buys him ugly aprons and sometimes sweaters. She always thinks of him when he's not there and would always bring souvenirs from her solo hunts. She would always take time to listen to Dean and if he didn't find the words, she will run her hand through his dirty blonde hair to comfort him. Oya loves to dance, she doesn't mind dancing to cheer the team up if needs be. She also shows her affection when she cries for you. When she's upset because of something you did or when she's positively teasing you. If she gives you a nickname, you can be sure that she loves you. 

Q2: Oya is in charge (most of the time). She's a power bottom, through and through. She is an incredible tease, and would usually take her time with foreplay. (a good dick-sucking is something she loves to do the most) When her partner melts under her touch and begs and groans and needs her, Oya is enjoying herself the most. She also loves to mark her partner and scratch their backs. She loves to look at her work on the day after.  

Q3: Oya could never be able to do without Dean cooking for her. She notices the small gestures of affection he gives her. The hugs when she's having a nightmare, the fact he always kisses her scars, the fact he gives her an endearing nickname. He listens to her, allows her to be in charge when she needs to be and holds her back when she's reckless. Oya could never be able to do without Dean. period. She wouldn't want a life without him nor would she want to miss his face when they woke up or his smile whenever they're about to go to sleep. 

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ELPIS:

Q1: Elpis shows her love for Pride when she's taking care of him. She supports him and his ambition, she welcomes him as he is. She has always encouraged him to have more, to become more. Elpis shows her love for him through her nickname or when she helps reigns his devouring ambition in. 

Q2: Elpis is a temperamental submissive. She loves to be manhandled by her sin, spanked and choked. She loves to hear him praise her and she loves even more when they have this very special power play. She'd challenge her sin and he would have to be up to the challenge and show her he's worthy of her admiration and love. 

Q3: She wouldn't be able to deal without Pride.  He is her raison d'être plain and simple. 

3 questions Neela and Bäahal (Wip)

 Bäahal: 

Q1: Bäahal shows her love for Jaime when she leans her forehead against his. When she gently cups his cheeks and then hugs him. She's also his very first supporter and will always defend him regardless of who she has to oppose.  She also is an excellent dancer, and  while she has stopped dancing since she was freed from slavery, she still dances to the people she loves the most. She will dance for him. Bäahal is willing to fight for this love, for Jaime because she believes that he deserves a second chance. She can see his true nature and she can see his worth. She reminds him that he's a man she holds in high regards. He is brave, he is loving, he gives everything to the people he loves and he's a man who had always wanted to save his people. She shows her love for Jaime by accepting to lose him should her sister chooses not to give her blessings. She is willing to let him go, if that meant he would be alive and well. She even went to Highgarden in order to help him get back on his feet and resume his life as a knight, as the man she knew he would be.

Q2: Bäahal is very eager and adventurous. She calls Jaime her "Golden Lion", systematically when they're having sex. She is loud and extremely vocal. She also loves to drive him crazy and make him beg. (it's quite a feat isn't it?) She loves to ask him how she feels around him and would not hesitate to be crass if she has to (princess cunt, royal pussy, Targaryen slit, tight little hole... I mean, she knows her words) Bäahal enjoys when Jaime tastes her and when he's a dutiful Knight to his princess. She is also known for being a tease and would not hesitate to be inappropriate (only through words) to turn the knight on when he's unable to do anything about it. 

Q3: When Jaime speaks his heart to her. his brutal honesty is something she's always loved about him. The way he calls her "princess", and the soft voice he has when he addresses her. (although he could also yell at her, and he did so at Highgarden). She loves his loyalty and the purity of his love for her.  Physically, it's when he cups her cheeks and leans his forehead against hers. it's their love language. She loves Jaime and everything that he is. Her life found meaning when she realized that she was in love with him and she cannot and would not take the risk to lose it. 

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Nëela: 

Q1: She wants to help them. She's very good at listening. She would also look out for others and try to protect them as much as  she could. Nëela doesn't like to kill people, she is mostly a healer BUT she wouldn't hesitate to kill someone in order to save a loved one. She would also gift people thoughtful gifts, depending on what they said to her. When Nëela cares for others, she would always try to allievate their fear / anger / sorrow so if she shows interest in you and tries to get to know you better, then you can definitely say that she cares for you.

Q2:  When she's having sex, she has power incontinence. She doesn't control her powers at all and has been known to break furnitures and windows.  She also tends to make herself bleed just so Klaus could taste her if he wants to. She also loves to hold his ass when he's going deep inside her and would help him push. She's known for being a tease and for being mischievous.

Q3: Being bitten. Being teased and talked to in her ear. Being romanced as well. If there is something she loves, it's when Klaus takes her on dates. She would not be able to handle his absence or his silence. She loves when he shares his passion and when the two of them can have meaningful conversations. 

3 rp questions: Mary x Sara

Sara: 

Q1: Sara loves to lavish her lovers with attention. She enjoys cooking for them and she loves to give wicked massages. She would always make the others comfortable, bring them their favorite drink, and make their favorite food.  She is also very honest with them and would always find a way to make them feel seen, cared for, and loved. It is something she has never had throughout her childhood and teenagehood so she aims to give it to others. If Sara welcomes you in her life, know that she loves you.  If she makes room for you in her life, know that she loves you. if she tells you when she's scared or worried, then she's being vulnerable with you. On top of it all, if you see her freckles, that also means she loves you. Dotty is the only one who knows about her freckles. She's the one who covers them and now Homelander does too. 

Q2: Sara... she is very hungry, she's very needy. She begs and pleads, and teases. She sometimes talks of her in the third person when teasing her partner. Sara, when aroused and horny gets soaked. She has a tendency to make a mess of her panties even before having sex and has a very sensitive body that reacts quite easily to being touched. She also loves to be praised (and loves to praise and often praises Homelander). She's also a very messy lover and she's not ashamed of it. She would give you sloppy blowjobs, would squirt on you, would soak you with her juices. She will lactate (on purpose this time, from arousal).  She also loves to call her lover "baby". However, as she becomes more intimate with the person, she tends to call them by their name. (with Homelander, it could either be Homelander or John, if he tells her his given name). 

Q3: For now, the thing she can't do without is actually to cuddle Homelander. To be able to touch him, to look him in the eyes, to have him stare at her, hyper-focused.  and the way he says her name too. She also loves when he calls her babygirl or his good girl. They haven't spent enough time for her to really think about it outside of sex, but she will definitely miss having him around, making him chuckle... his company.

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Mary:

Q1: Mary is a very nurturing woman. She shows her love by caring for the people she loves. Her face is mostly closed off unless she's with kids or loved ones. So, for Tommy to see her smile, to see her care for his wounds and state of mind, to see her care for his son. all of this is her love language. When she sleeps next to Tommy, she caresses him, sings to him, and would always run her fingers through his hair and massage his scalp. that's how she shows her love. Mary also doesn't cry a lot, but when she does, when she's vulnerable with you, you have to know she loves you. She also shows her love for Tommy by loving him as he truly is. She knows the good, the bad and the ugly and still, she stayed with him. She can always do her best to keep him alive, safe and to remind him that he has a family who loves him. Mary would never want to change Tommy because then, he wouldn't be the man she fell in love with. She wouldn't want him to become something he isn't. She would always try to make him feel the happiest he could be. 

Q2: When she's Bad Mary, she does love to curse Tommy. The more she curses, the more she's reaching her limit. She also likes to give him commands when they're at it, ask him to touch her, grab her, fuck her. it's not usual for Tommy to have women tell him what they want this clearly. She also cries when she reaches her climax. These are happy tears. She has this thing with trying to hold back her cries of pleasure until she can't hold back. It's a way for her to play with Tommy. There is also this thing about "another man" fucking her instead.  she loves to rile him up, and have him claim her. In truth, Mary actually enjoys sex with Tommy. He is the only man to actually drive her crazy with desire and need. Mary might be shy and "proper" in public, she is definitely NOT like this in private and is really happy to have found someone who can handle her strong appetite. 

Q3: When Tommy plays with his cigarette and is about to smoke it. It makes her weak in her knees, she can't explain. When he calls her by her name. When he cares for her in his very own way, the fact he can be soft next to her and listens to her. When he finds time to spend with both Charlie and her, like a family.  She loves when he whispers in her ear and even loves when he reminds her who he is. the fucking King of Birmingham! But she honestly couldn't be able to live without him. She loves Tommy, she loves the way he pays attention to her (to the small details and the biggest ones). She loves that he cares for her and doesn't mind her past, her issues, he shortcomings and the horrors she had to experience before. He doesn't judge her and he's definitely NOT discriminating her based on her skin. She would never be able to handle his death. She would never be able to outlive him. Tommy is her everything.

A vintage's touch: The gaze he hated to see.

This was the gaze Tommy hated to see on Mary. He knew that she was deeply hurt but couldn’t voice it. He knew she was disappointed in him and he knew that he messed up.  He hated that feeling because it brought back memories and he could feel the pang in his heart and the knot in his guts whenever she looked at him like that. Mary never lost control, she never yelled. She never screamed at him but her face, her eyes for the one who paid attention, spoke far more than any word she could have said. Tommy hated to see this on her face so he tried to do anything in his power to make her smile instead.

COPG: Life of Elpis: Celebration

He was darkness incarnate, her  Beloved. The king of all kings. The rightful ruler of the Universe. Her lover. Her everything.  

Their story started as a little spark. Something that wasn’t destined to last. An anomaly.  She was the sheltered and suffocated goddess who knew nothing about her potential, let alone the true nature of her own family. Her pantheon.  He noticed something inside her. Something that captured his attention. A pinch of darkness.

The story didn’t end there. It didn’t even end when the curse erased his memory of her. It was just the beginning. Superbia set her free and ever since they have been together, he saw her in her full glory. She saw him at his full potential, a different Sin. His own person, his own king. And together they were unstoppable.

She was his Goddess. She was his Light. She was his Hope. She was the rightful ruler of Earth (a concession he was ready to make), and the rightful ruler by his side. Elpis was his Queen, his lightning rod and he would be damned if someone tried to take her away from him A.G.A.I.N

Doya: still kicking ass!

“Well. Am I still an ass kicking-machine? Yes, I am! Am I being cheesy because I am now Mrs. Winchester? Guilty as charged! I love the new name. Very much so. I love being 40 as well. I am Carefree and I certainly don’t give two shits about anyone else’s opinion. 

Our lives have not changed. We still hunt. We still save people and we do it together but today, I can sit back and enjoy the life we made for ourselves. A messy life, filled with good, bad, and ugly. A messy life, we don’t have to suffer alone but live together. A messy life I wouldn’t change for all the gold in the world because I share it with you. I found my home in you and that’s all that matters to me. that you are happy and safe and so are the other two members of Team Free Will. Our family.”

Unnamed Girl's groove: superstar

Sara was a supe, yes, but she was a superstar. She loves her career, her fans, and the attention she gets from them. As a matter of fact, she loves it so much that she took it very badly when Ashley tried to hire her. Who the fuck did she think she was? Trying to use Sara as a pawn and clickbait to improve the popularity of Vaught? As a token minority that would bring a new demographic to their database? No way! Refusing the offer was one thing but now Sara had to deal with the fastest stalker on Earth

Klasma: Anger and Solos

For far too long, I have been asleep.

I walked the Earth pretending I did not care.

But you made me realize what I needed.

You made me realize what I craved. 

For far too long, I have been asleep.

But you woke me up.

You lit a fire inside me.

And  I will make sure to never let it die again.

I will make sure to live again, curse be damned!

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Elijah

Neela has a love/hate relationship with Elijah.  He saved her centuries ago and she has felt indebted ever since.  She helped him whenever he requested her help. The first time was on Kol’s behalf.

He is the reason she was cursed because her coven discovered she was helping the Originals, their mortal enemies. It made her resent the man but simultaneously crave his companionship. 

He hid her from the rest of his family and exploited her talents, powers, and solitude to make her do his bidding. Upon meeting Klaus, she discovers the truth and is upset at him. 

Still, she would always help him because, despite everything, he still is a friend.

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She had never been able to settle somewhere. Sometimes one would recognize her and notice that she wasn’t aging. Sometimes supernatural creatures would hunt her down, forcing her to relocate. She had never been able to call a place home. Still, she tried. Perhaps Mystic Falls would be it for her. Perhaps New Orleans.. who knows?

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Anger:

Nëela is an angry little witch. She has anger issues and has been trying to manage them by helping others (white-knighting most of the time as well) 

She used to hate Klaus for killing her family but has since worked on it and figured that it would be better to try and help him than try to kill him. The fact they bonded also helped her stay steady. 

She is still mad at her coven for cursing her, at Elijah for using her, at the solitude forced upon her, and for being hunted and rejected by all. She resented her curse for preventing her from bonding with others and forging true relationships. 

When she’s angry it hurts excruciatingly. Her veins get thicker and she also impacts her surrounding. With time Nëela has learned to soften and control her emotions, choosing to help people and focus her attention instead but sometimes it becomes too much, and once she was in such pain that she cried blood.