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Make Me

Writing Prompt #3 “Make Me” requested by another lovely anon. Hope you like it hun :) 

Contains: language, teasing, slight noncon 

You bit your lip hard, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. You and the other Saviors had just returned from Alexandria, trucks just full of goodies. Once everything was unloaded and sorted, Negan “requested” that you accompany him to help with the inventory. Of course he did.

Letting out a sigh, you follow him to the storage unit, heart frantically beating with anticipation. For over a month now, The Savior leader had tried to persuade you to join his little menagerie of wives. And while he made an incredibly tempting offer, you just couldn’t set aside your pride to accept his proposal. You worked your ass off to get the high position you were in now. Ranking just under Simon and Arat, you answered to no one but Negan. You had respect among the Saviors and had all the tools and skills necessary to survive in this shitty world. Why HELL would you throw that away just to sit around and do nothing except occasionally get a piece of Negan?

It wasn’t as though you hadn’t thought about that particular perk before. Several times in fact. The couple of men, you HAD decided to fuck while you were at the Sanctuary got the job done sure, but they didn’t hold a candle to what you imagined fucking Negan would be like. Then again fantasy was always better than reality, right?

Finally arriving to our destination, Negan opens the door and gestures you inside with a knowing smirk. You walk past him, giving him a hardened stare and letting him know you were onto him. You hear the door close behind you and the room suddenly feels entirely too small. Besides a few “accidental” brush pasts, Negan hadn’t been very physical with you. But the man could certainly paint a very…sensual picture with words. Truthfully, it was getting harder and harder to reject him.

Not waiting for a command, you made your way towards the back of the unit, allowing your gaze to slide along the shelves. Silently counting to yourself, you had hoped that Negan would busy himself on the other side of the room. No such luck. You hear his slow calculated footsteps walking toward you and you make a conscious decision to ignore him completely. Don’t let him rattle you.

You hear him stop just behind you, standing so close you could feel his body heat radiating against you. It was very difficult to resist tensing up when you felt his warm breath hit your ear, his lips mere millimeters away.

“Have you thought about my little proposal?” Negan asked huskily. You shake your head, trying in vain to concentrate on the task at hand. You had already counted the items on the same shelf three times now.

“Nope. Can’t say that I have.”

Negan chuckled, lightly trailing his hands down your sides. The sensations caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Thank god your clothes were hiding this little fact. “Is that so? And what if I say, I think you’re a fucking liar?”

You shrug nonchalantly even though you felt anything but. You were determined to stand your ground. You wanted Negan, sure, but you weren’t prepared to lose everything just for his dick. “You can think whatever you want Negan, it doesn’t make it true.”

“You know what I think?” Negan asks rhetorically, his hands moving down to grip your hips and pulling you back flush against him. He shifts his lips to brush against your ear and you bite your trembling lip hard. “I think you like to imagine what it would be like to have this dick buried deep inside you. I think you do this, while your fingers work between your thighs, making you cum so hard, you see the goddamn heavens. Then you drift off to sleep, knowing as good as that fucking was, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.”

You gasp softly at the lewd yet astonishingly accurate observation, feeling your cheeks burning with both abashment and desire. 

Shaking your head you reply, “That ego of yours is getting out of hand, Negan.” With that you jerk out of his grip and spin around, finally facing him. Big mistake as seeing his handsome, arrogant face, did nothing to curb the warmth curling in your stomach.

Negan smirked down at you, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He tilted his head, regarding you wryly, “Maybe so but I’ll tell you what I’m really fucking good at…other than the obvious…” he says with a suggestive wink.

You cross your arms in front of you, raising a brow, waiting for him to finish. Smug smirk never leaving his face, Negan leans down. “I’m really fucking good at reading people. You can try to deny it, but I know the truth. You fucking want me.”

You glare up at him, hands digging into your arms in frustration. Both at his arrogance, your arousal, and shame from the latter. Shaking your head, expression one of incredulous annoyance. “You’re unbelievable. If this is all you brought me down here for, I think this conversation is over.”

 Turning away from him, you begin walking towards the door. I can’t fucking believe him. Why can’t he just take a hint? Even if I admit it, what the fuck happens then?

Twisting the knob, you begin to open the door, when a hand reaches over you, effectively slamming the door shut. Startled, and ripped from your thoughts  you turn quickly to see Negan looming over you, his face both dangerously calm and voracious.  You’re unable to stop your racing heart and your eyes widen in fear. You try to find the words to tell him to fuck off, but they get stuck in your throat. All you can do is allow shallow breaths to escape your parted lips, both dreading and curious for his next move.

Hooded hazel eyes never leaving yours, Negan leaned down slightly, his weight still being supported on the arm above you. You back up, only to feel the cold metal door press against your back. He continues to shift forward until his lips are an inch away from your temple.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he commands gutturally. You remain silent, refusing to answer. You weren’t sure exactly what kept you from responding, but you had a few guesses. Negan made a small noise that sounded like a scoff. His lips curled in a sinful smile as he brings his other hand up to lightly touch your chin, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“Tell me you don’t fucking want this,” he whispers darkly, the hand at your chin beginning to slide down your neck. You begin to tremble both with fear and arousal. The combination was intoxicating. Still, you refuse to answer, eyes meeting him in a determined gaze. It seems both of you were testing the limits.

Negan’s tongue traces deliberately over his lips as his hand reaches the top of your shirt. You’re certain his fingertips can feel your erratic heartbeat. Teasingly, his hand slowly dips into your shirt and strokes the top of your breast. You take in a sharp intake of breath at the pleasant sensation , which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan. He chuckles, fingertips extending further to brush over your pebbled nipple. You bite your lip hard, trying to ignore the violent throbbing between your legs.

“N-Negan…stop,” You said breathlessly, in an unconvincing voice. Negan’s mouth widened in a predatory smile, hazel eyes brewing with unbridled lust. Fingers tracing sluggish circles around your areola.

“Make me. Say it like you fucking mean it and I’ll stop.”

“Please..I just…you’re my boss. I’ve worked too hard…to-” you start to say, but trail off when Negan leans in even closer, hand leaving your shirt to tip your head back.

“And? So fucking what if I’m your boss? I’m everyone’s fucking boss here.”

Well he’s got a point there. But it’s not enough. You shake your head, licking your lips. “I have a position here. Respect. I’ll lose all of that if I start fucking you.”

Negan laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides with glee. “Says fucking who?”

You stand your ground. “I’m not gonna be one of your wives Negan. I like being a Savior. If we were going to fuck, I don’t want anything to change. I still want to keep my position. I still want to go on raids. I still want to be fucking useful.”

Negan lifts his head slightly, his brows raised as though he’s looking at you in a whole new light. It resembled the look he gave you when you beat Arat at target practice. Or when you found all those preserves in that hidden bomb shelter. He was impressed. It gave you a small sense of pride.

“Well sweetheart, you drive a hard fucking bargain but…” Negan leans in, brushing his lips against yours, practically making you melt. “I think we can work something out.”

@smuttwd, @unicorn-blood-splatter @xdaddy-neganx

I’m not the only one with this problem right?…

Someone asked me to so here's the first chapter of the Brynjolf fanfic I'm writing instead of doing the work I'm supposed to be doing. Warning: It gets a little steamy.

Never Turn Your Back on a Thief, Lass- Chapter 1

“Shit. Hand me another one,” she whispered as the lockpick snapped in her hand. One was produced almost instantly as she inserted it into the stubborn lock. Deftly she pierced the point through the keyhole, adjusting the distance and positioning as she gently turned the whole device. Eyes locked on the pick in concentration, she didn’t move an inch as she heard the soft growl behind her.

“You’re so good with your hands, lass”.

The lockpick clicked into place.

“Damn you. Damn you to Evergloam,” she hissed as she pressed the door open a crack, and his hands found her waist. Each one of his fingers wrapped around her individually, as he took his time grabbing her. They both knew she would take a good thirty seconds opening the door. It was an old piece of construction, and the chance of rusty, noisy hinges was high. Not worth the risk. But getting to touch her curves? Worth the risk every time.

“Darling, need I remind you that we have a job to do?”

“It’s watching you do the job that makes me like this”.

“You’re always like this, Bryn”.

The door stood open enough for them to squeeze through. A dark room awaited them, which was a bit of a surprise. The traditional Skyrim lack of windows always made things a bit harder for the Thieves Guild members, but it was a safe bet that there would be at least a few candles on in every room of most houses. Though the door was old, it had been sturdy, and they both had attributed the lack of light bleed to that as opposed to an actual lack of light. This was disconcerting.

“Stay behind me”.

His warm hands moved down cup her hips, straying for a moment to squeeze her ass. “You don’t have to tell me twice”.

Her entire body stayed completely still except for her left hand, which flung up towards his face in an effort to give him a small smack for his lasciviousness. Despite the dark and her silence, he caught it with his own, the breeze of the movement causing the cape of her Nightengale armor to rustle. After the catch, he brought her hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the scar on the top of her hand before nibbling and suckling on her wrist. He loved how she took her gloves off when she knew a lock wouldn’t be too difficult to pick. In an instant, his right fingers were in her purse, and then he was pulling her glove over her hand, before catching her right and sheathing it as well.

“This dark has me nervous, lass, you may want these”.

“You lech”.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way”.

They began to move through the room. It was clearly a dining space, but the table wasn’t set. No place settings were at all visible, just a long table with benches. The shelves around the room were bare, and there were no chests. Lousy for looting. There were no cobwebs, the house was inhabited and apparently cleaned regularly enough. Though it was dark due to the lack of candles, the small stream of moonlight in from the door would have reflected off of a cobweb, plate, or goblet. Thankfully, it would not reflect off of their armor. They belonged to the night, to Nocturnal. And their job tonight was not to loot this house.

The next room was the kitchen, and yet the cookfire was completely out. No burning embers, even. Either no one had been here for at least a day, or there had been a concerted effort to make it look as such. No food sat out in the kitchen, not even wheels of cheese or gourds. A lone bottle of Alto wine perched longingly on a shelf over the hearth. She turned her neck slightly to survey the rest of the space, and when she returned it, the bottle was gone.

With a smirk she could sense through the darkness, he caressed her ear with his brogue. “For our celebration later”.

Stairs beckoned them to the second floor, where they were met by another door. This time, he took the lead, pressing the back of his hand against the wood, standing to the side in case of a trap. She took the opportunity for payback. As he focused on the room ahead, her fingers languidly brushed his hip, and her breath danced against his neck. That’s what he gets for choosing to not wear the facial mask of his armor. Exposure means weakness, and she planned to exploit. Her mouth drew closer to his sensitive skin and she could feel him shudder as her tongue reached out to touch him. She blew on the now wet spot as the door opening grew wide enough for them to slip through.

He slithered through first, leading with his head, then torso, and then the rest of his body. Once again, the room was dark. And it was just one room, another common feature in smaller Skyrim houses. The bed was unoccupied, and if the chamber pot had been used, it had been emptied a long time ago, because the only pervasive smell of the room came from the rotting mountain flowers in a vase near the door.

That’s when she spotted their prize. A plain iron sword with a subtle green glow. Probably the cheapest item they had ever been asked to retrieve. But, it had belonged to Arnskar Ember-Master, the blacksmith who had taken up residence next to the Ragged Flagon. It was apparently the first sword that he had ever smithed, and it had been lifted off of him years ago while traveling between towns. Though it was not worth nearly anything due to content, it had an enchantment that allowed the user to capture souls, and had a deep emotional attachment for the smith. He was paying them a pretty penny to get it back. Usually, they would have sent a lesser guild member out for such a job, but, well, Arnskar was one of their own. They wanted to make sure that the job was done right. For more than two decades, the Thieves Guild had languished in relative obscurity, made fun of by legitimate and illegitimate merchants alike, and just within the last year had the Guild returned to its former glory. Keeping their personal merchants happy would aid in making certain that the Guild sustained. Their people needed armor, and as excellent as Tonilia and their other fences were in acquisitions, having an in-house smith made an incredible difference in their ability to increase member morale… and not get killed.

Before he could react, the sword was in her belt. It fit a sheath from one of her personal weapons nearly perfectly, as Arnskar had told her that it would. She had brought the sheath along for just that purpose, and the glow of the weapon was almost entirely extinguished.

“Well. That was easy,” she smiled, as she sauntered towards him.

“Almost too easy. We probably could have sent one of the new recruits on this job”.

“But then we wouldn’t have had this time alone, would we, Bryn?” she smiled as she lit a match, and took it to a half-melted candle on the table. The room illuminated to reveal a humongous bed covered in flowers, and more bottles of wine. “Did you really think I didn’t know that you set this up?”

“I guessed that you did, lass. But, I wasn’t sure”.

“Oh, really?” She bit her lip as she took another step towards him. Her eyes lowered to his chest and then slowly, torturously scanned back up to his eyes as both of them held their breath. “Don’t lie to your Guild Master”.

“It’s only because of me that you became Guild Master. Everyone else thought it would be me”.

“How fitting then that it essentially turned out to be us”.

“Aye,” his voice dropped to a throaty growl as he closed the distance between them, removing his gloves as he stepped. One hand raised to lower the mask of her armor, exposing her face to his gaze. By Nocturnal, she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen. And she was his.

Before he could kiss her, she brought a gloveless finger to his lips with a sigh. “Why all the romance? Why the flowers? I love it, but is this some special occasion?” Her eyebrow twitched nearly imperceptibly.

Brynjolf stepped back, arms out wide. “You wound me. I’m always a romantic. Am I not allowed to treat my lady to a special night?”

A sensual laugh caused her body to flow through the candlelight, and she turned around and walked towards a desk to remove her sword belt as she spoke. “Of course, darling. But you have to admit, this is a lot, even for you. Not that we’ve never fucked in a mark’s house before, but this display is downright touching”.

The sword clanged the floor as strong hands grabbed both her biceps and pinned her from behind, forcing her hips against the desk. “Never turn your back on a thief, lass”.

His teeth grasped her hood as his head nuzzled hers, removing the covering, exposing her beautiful hair, her delicate ears. Her ears, where his teeth traveled next, nibbling on the top, all the way down to the lobe. He caught the stud of her earring in his mouth, and worked around it with his tongue. Her body responded in a full shiver. His lips them overtook her entire ear, as breathily he moaned, “You never know what they might take from you”.

She tried to turn to face him, but he held her tight. But she felt something odd. There was something on his chest, pressing into her neck. Could it… After a deep intake of breath that came more like a gasp after his ministrations on her ear, she punched her right arm down towards the ground to remove his grip, and flung her left over her head as she bounced up to land her ass on the desk, counting on him to not let go of her left arm. He didn’t disappoint. Now, she sat on the desk, her left arm around his neck. He was at her mercy. With her right arm, she removed his hood, and began to walk her fingers down his neck as she mover her mouth to his ear.

“Now what have we here, lad?”

Her fingers encircled the necklace, and her surprise made her loosen her grip. He spun to face her, bringing her legs around his hips as he caught her by the waist, her arms still around his neck. Beautiful. She was so beautiful always, but her features now were more wonderful than he had ever seen. She knew what it was. Her eyes wide, her limps plump and a deep pink, with tiny indents where she had bit them to contain her arousal. Her cheeks flushed with need. He grinned, and removed one hand to pull the pendant out from beneath his armour.

“By the gods, Brynjolf?” her lower lip tremored as she stared at the Amulet of Mara.

“Lass. Will you marry me?”

IW Theory: LOKI

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“.. The sun will shine on us again.”

Many , including myself, are trying to process what just happened and WHY Loki would do such a stupid pitiful attempt to attack Thanos and get himself killed in the first 10mins. It was shocking and violent but perhaps it has a purpose.

My thoughts:

Loki had a line in Ragnarok: “I can’t see into the future, I’m not a witch.” . However one of the abilities of the Tesseract is to give visions of the future that may or may not be true. Thor wasn’t aware until the last minute that Loki had the Tesseract again but within that time of Loki stealing it from the vault and the “I’m here” scene Loki would have tapped into it to help him escape Asgard, the byproduct: he saw something. Even if it is 50/50 odds what he saw was true his nature is try and tip situations in his favor. In order for the best outcome to happen he needs Thor to have motivated anger. Just losing the Asgardian people would create a depressed king Loki won’t be able to work with but Loki knows that if he dies violently In front of Thor (again) it will give Thor the drive to want revenge. Remember, in DW Loki was faking his death and would have felt how upset Thor was ( seeming even more so then the death of their own mother). Thor, after meeting the GotG, tells Gamora “ your father killed my brother” not “ your father killed my people.”

Back to the start of IW: there is about 3mins of Hulk and Thanos fighting that we don’t see Loki at all. During this distraction there is more then enough time for him to copy himself and prepare for his “death” to get Thor in the emotional state needed.

Dr. Strange only saw one timeline where they will win in the end and if it is the same as what Loki is seeing they are both seemingly making the best plays by making the “dumbest” choices they can’t explain without ruining the end game.

For Loki to say the “The sun will shine on us again”.. Not “you” suggests Loki knows something, he doesn’t intend to die here, and is helping set up the most elaborate fuck over for Thanos yet. This starts with an angry Thor.

#hope

Suicide Squad | Behind The Scenes + Jared Leto and Margot Robbie (club scene)

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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Siblings becoming Guardians

I’ve been getting a lot of questions about whether or not older siblings can gain guardianship of their younger siblings.

The answer is yes they can but they must be able to prove that they can take care of their younger siblings.

To gain guardianship the older sibling would first have to apply for guardianship and be able to prove that they have the resources to take care of their siblings.

A steady income

A steady and stable place to live

Able to give the child(ren) love and affection

The sibling hoping to gain custody must also be mature enough to take care of children.

For some, who have been watching over their younger siblings since they were born, you might be asking “But I’ve been doing that for years! Does that prove I’m mature enough to gain custody?”

No and before you shout Why let me explain. In most cases you watch your younger siblings for just a few hours right? You’re only responsible for them for a few hours at most. If you wish to gain custody of a younger sibling you become responsible 24/7. 

Ask yourself a question or two:

Are you (or your character) ready to become responsible for a life other than your own?

Will gaining custody interrupt your life in a negative way?

If you are only 18 or 19 stop and think for a moment. 

Is it really a good idea for you to take custody of your siblings? 

Do you plan on going to college? 

Are you ready for the responsibility of being responsible for your sibling(s) 24/7?

If your character does file for guardianship the judge will ask the same questions. So think carefully about whether your character should gain custody of their siblings and if it is really in their best interests.