She’s stunning, draped in the finest robes, accentuating every curve. Hair a curly mess that demands you to play with, ever so kissable lips, and eyes that burn into you. She truly is beautiful… and ripped?
It’s little known of the Goddess’s origins, but what is known she first met her brothers and sisters when her cult took shore in Greece. Too bad that, at the time, she was a godess of beauty, love, motherhood, and… war.
After all, love is war, and what’s war without captives?
She’s kind and sweet. Allowing you to get away with murder, so to speak. But as time continues, her patience wares thin. No longer allowing her beloved to struggle, the wrath of Aphrodite is used frequently.
“Come here, Love.” She waits barely a minute before lashing out. “I said come you petulant child. I have half the mind to send you hurtling down this forsaken mountain.” When you rush into her arms it takes but a moment for her to revert back to cooing and petting your hair.
When she must act in any official capacity, she always has you squarely in her lap. She doesn’t care that your arms covered in burns and bruises, or how you shake like a leaf, she lives to sho you off.
While she’s busy, she usually has her estranged husband take care of you. Hephaestus seems to not mind your presence, or how the goddess dotes on you. He just likes to see his wife happy.
You’ll beg him to free you, and he’ll just continue to work in his forge as he hammers another lightning bolt. His smile is ever present and he seems to be so smitten with Aphrodite, that he’ll watch his wife’s pet.
Just, don’t insult her. He wont kill you, but you’d be wishing for death by the time he is done with you.
Pulling finger nails, pulling and replacing teeth, sticking various body parts into the burning forge all common punishments.
Aphrodite only tuts when she sees the state of you. “Been a bad girl for Hephy, now?” She smiles, picking you up and waving goodbye to her husband. All while whispering “He might of gotten his revenge, but I can’t have you shitting on my image. You reflect me, and I will not allow some mortal scum ruin me, no matter how adorable. Expect this to continue when we get home”
The name’s Spook. And I’ll write almost anything. I can’t promise speed, and I ain’t a professional, but I got a couple honor’s English classes under my belt. Now, I would like to think of myself as chill, but I am well aware what y'all are capable of, so here are some ground rules.
Rules:
1. You can always ask me a question/submit posts, but I do work full time so not gonna be always writing.
2. Please be courteous. I can be a real asshole too, but I’m choosing to treat y'all with respect. It’s been hammered into me at this point.
3. I decide what I will and will not do. I’ll try what I can, but if I draw a blank, or just don’t like it. I reserve my right to treated with what ever responce, or lack of one, I wish. Dont spam me.
4. As a lesbian, I’ll favor what I know. I’ll write male readers/oc’s but I really cannot do anything in depth in the citrus scale. Sorry.
5. Oc’s I’ll do em but your gonna have to give me a LOT. Like way too much. I know you have a desire to see your creation interact with blank character, but I’m not you. I dont know who they are and I cannot research without your help. If you want, send me a message along side your request. I’m more likely to pick it up if I can understand them.
Rather than list what I will do, I’ll list what I won’t.
100% No Goes:
1. Piss/Scat
2. Minors, unless it is platonic
3. That’s about it but if I find something, I’ll update.
Aaaaaand here’s what I know how to write for. I’ll write any character, but these will probably hit closer to home than just a rando.
What I Know:
Overwatch
Dead By Daylight
My Hero Academia
Killing Eve
Greek Mythology
Norse Mythology
She-ra and the Princesses of Power
But yeah, if you just wanna say hi, chat me up, put in a request, or rant, I’m right here in my corner of the Internet.
Friendly reminder that my suggestions are O P E N.
I’m writing for:
DC
Marvel
Dead by Daylight
Everything I write is specifically WLW but is inclusive to all identities under the umbrella. I know I use to have a much different list, but I’m revamping blog to be more aligned with what I enjoy now.
@atdawntheysing I’m sorry this took forever. I was like 2000 words in when it got eaten by tumblr. So, I had to re write it. This is approximately 700 words. I hope you enjoy
Edit: Since I’m illiterate and can’t use commas/finished sentences, I fixed it a bit. I am proud of this one tho.
You lay, stomach to the ceiling, as you wait for the devilish pair return to “their precious little darling”. Ankle chained up to the bed post, you can only walk so far before reaching your limit.
From what you can count, it has been three days since you were reluctantly going out to diner with them, their treat. You had just divulged your story in the Horde support group. How if it weren’t for the so called Hero of Etheria, lives would have been spared from fighting for the Horde, you would still have a family. How Catra refusing to abolished the traitor only prolonged the war. It would have been over in weeks if the Force Captain only did her job. How you could never forgive those who ruined the lifes of the common Horde soldier, and for what? A break up?
Of course, they had to have been in the crowd when you finally bared your soul to the world. They approached you after the meeting, saying how they were trying to be better, and that they would like to give a peace offering. They wanted to buy you diner. Your empty pockets requiring you take the offer. Only if you knew.
The door creaks open, the room still dark. Next thing you know clawed hands trace your body as heavy purring fills your ears. Another set of calloused hands grabs your ankle as you feel the weight of the maniacal lift from your leg. The only words spoken being an inaudible mumble.
“Don’t make us regret that, understand?” You can only whine in response. Days of playing their game, being a “good girl, has only allowed your rage to fester.
Eventually, Catra’s hands rest on your hips as another weight shifts the mattress. Adora climbs in snuggling up against your nervous form. An arm wraps it self around your chest, tracing her fingers along your collarbone. They spend hours like this, a ball of affection and fear. Eventually, you squirm and ask to go to the bathroom.
You slink into the cold room. Grabbing a sliver of glass you stole from your last "tantrum”. You carefully exit the bathroom, and instead of returning to bed, you go for the door. Within a second, Catra is latching on to your back.
“Where you going?” You swing and she instantly backs off.
“I’m leaving. I’ve had enough. I’m done tolerating this shit.” You turn to open the door and run out, only to find yourself in a maze of hallways. You can hear their footsteps right behind you.
A left, a right, down the stairs. Every now and again you test doors. Looking for a place to hide. Eventually, you find such a door. You close the door and lean against it, hiding in this dark room. A deep sigh leaves your lungs. You hear them running down the hallway when an all too family sword entering the door beside your head. The wood splinters and groans as it is opened, sending you tumbling into the room. An ethereal glow fills the darkness as you see Shera and Catra standjng in the doorway. You quickly back up, still holding the glass. They both move forward, cornering you. Heart racing, all you can do is slash at your captors. Once that proves useless, you hold the glass to your neck.
“Back off.” Catra only chuckles. In an instant, she pins you to the wall, claws digging into your wrist.
“I don’t think so, Kitten.” The glass is gently removed from your hand and shattered on the ground. You can only tremble and cry as Shera picks you up, carrying you like an exhausted toddler. Eventually, you put up a pitiful struggle, clenched fists hitting her back, and legs kick out. You can’t wiggle out of her iron grasp and you only seem to amuse her with your fight. Slowly, you give up as you’re carried back into your room.
While they do seem amused at your little… trip, you know there is a certain malice in their chuckles and coos. Eventually, Shera sets you down on the bed, Catra shackles your ankle. They climb in bed and cuddle up to you, ignoring the tears and fear. Catra’s claws threaten to break skin and Adora presses a soft kiss onto your forehead.
“Calm down, my love. You’ve worn yourself out; you need to rest. We’ll deal with this… outbursttomorrow."
Her frozen lips hover over your own. Pinned down, all you can do is squirm. She’s covered in frost, skin almost blue.
Mei had to go out for the monthly pallet drop. Food, supplies, medicine, the essentials for survival. She always took it upon herself to brave the blinding blizzard that seemed to never dissipate. Usually she would tie you down and leave you with rope biting at your struggling form. Yet, today, you had been so good. So, she trusted her pretty little wife. Leaving you all warm and snuggled up by the fire as she suited up, she couldn’t wait to reward you for finally realizing that the two of you are meant to be.
You woke to still silence. Mei always had something playing. You search the bunker. Once again nothing. You celebrate, cussing “that bitch” out as you rush to Mei’s closet. While her clothes aren’t a perfect fit, it has to do when the bitter cold always seeps inside no matter how warm Mei tries to keep it. You reach for the sturdy handle, and right as you grasp the handle the door opens. You take step back, tears filled your eyes as you wonder what she is about to do to you.
That’s when she grabs you and pins you before you can act.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Her lips graze yours.
“I-I…” Your eyes look away, panic settling into your chest, “I was… worried.” Your eyes meet hers as you hope that she believes the obvious lie.
“Really now?”
“Y-yes… Lo-ove…?” She smiles at the pet name. Picking you up, she carries you to your shared bed. Once you’re placed under the covers, she quickly strips, and climbs atop of you. Snuggling into you, you feel the cold seep into your bones as she steals your warmth.
“Remind me later, Love, to check the cameras. I wanna watch what you did when I was gone.”
Tumblr is a pos that hates me. But here’s y'alls gamer fuel.
She loves to show you off.
But in subtle ways. She’ll have you sleeping on the bed in the background or the camera would see your hands place a plate of microwave food in front of her.
Her fans fawn over the mystery girl.
But they don’t see the tremble in your hands, or the shock collar that rests against your pulse. They don’t see how she pins you down and shoves nyquil down your throat.
You’re her perfect house wife.
P.s. If y'all ever want not read HC’s just know the more specific the more I’ll just write.
