mimi

I see so many like this, I decided to do my own bc why not! Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up!

Prompts:

★ Animal

★ Aesthetic

★ Background

★ Character (friend, crush, whatever you wanna look for! I did two bc I'm bi and greedy lol and they're both perfect <3)

★ Food

★ Show

★ Movie

Surprisingly, this did so well for me, I usually get THE WORST ones lol

i kept getting collages for food so i picked one of the pics from a collage sigh. now i want pancakes.

it is also insane how far i had to scroll to get a movie. all the pics were of jensen or supernatural (not that im complaining…)

Crush on Remy and Friends with Sam AND Dean 🤤

also we are gonna ignore the fact I got butcher for movie.

holy crap the last five is too accurate my pinterest really does know me better than myself 😭😭😭

i also chose 2 characters bc i'm also bi and greedy hehehe

Yeah being bi and greedy should be on my business cards at this point (side note, why are they just Jason Todd, and his female version? Not that I'm complaining but Pinterest thinks I have a type lmao)

my aesthetic being black girl joy iktr !! but idk why eartha came up for character — but that’s so real bc she IS technically a character i love her sm and ofc i got al from and justice for all like that’s literally twin . also everybody go watch columbo 😋

thank you for the tag @devisedplan <3

go to pinterest and type in these prompts, whichever image is first is yours!

prompts : color, quote, character, accessory, song lyrics, hobby and flower!

lilies are the translation of my name..gulp

HER SWORN SWORD . you swore an oath to serve talia, and tonight she intends to have you serve her in a different way. pairing ! talia al ghul x fem!reader warnings ! period sex (reader is menstruating), period cunnilingus + fingering, scissoring/tribbing, dom!talia, sub!top reader, power imbalance, mentions of reader having taken a chastity vow, nicknames used : beloved, pet, good girl, dumb pet, habibti + my lady (towards talia). 💬 sorta based on a daenerys thought i had... i know mama.... BUT HAPPY PRIDE Y’ALL !!!

“Beloved.”

The moon hung low over the mountainous compound, casting shadows across the wooden floors and monsters along the walls as she called for you softly from within the lamplit chamber.

You entered without hesitation, the large door shutting behind you as you knelt to the floor on one knee, awaiting her acknowledgement.

All knew within the grand halls of the League that you were Talia’s sworn sword, the shadow that had followed behind her since her youth and your own, the blade that idled outside her bedchamber in the dead of night, lest anyone dare to traverse where they are not welcome.

You, the woman who had knelt before her in your maidenhood and vowed, with her own sword pressed to your neck and the taste of blood and steel in your mouth after defeating her lesser champions, that you would serve her until your dying day. That your body, your blood, your unwavering loyalty and service would all be hers.

You swore fealty. You bled to honor your oaths. No man would ever touch you, nor would worldly pleasure tempt you.

“You are not my father’s dog.” Talia laid before you, reclined on the silken cushions of the divan, blood red and gold along the trim, a testament to the opulence of the Al Ghul name and the waste they laid to their inferiors.

“He does not command you away from me,” she said, and her decency — which, you knew better to assume she reserved any in the privacy of her chamber and especially around you —was barely covered by a thin, sheer robe that was deafeningly white, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder like spilled ink. “You belong to no one but me.”

“My lady—”

“Where did he send you?” Talia asked you, and you unlatched your sword, setting it down by the door of her chamber where you were supposed to be keeping your post on the other side.

“Nowhere so far that I could not return to you,” you said. “Only beyond the perimeter, My Lady, and only for such a short time. I returned to my post as you would wish it.”

Talia turned her face away from you, her lips pursing with displeasure. “Come here,” she demanded.

You rose to your feet and crossed the room in an instant. Once you were within arm’s reach, her hand grasped ahold of your belt, pulling you down until you knelt again next to the divan, now at her eye-level. “I wondered where you were,” her fingers traced your jaw. “I don’t like wondering.”

“Your father’s men are fools,” you remarked and the corner of her mouth lifted in amusement. “I apologize for my absence.”

Her fingers travelled across the curve of your jaw and down the line of your neck, your throat bobbing at the feel of her nails and the soft pads of her fingertips against your skin.

“You are bleeding,” Talia hummed, almost idly. The back of her knuckle grazed your pulse point and you shivered, eyelashes fluttering. “I know it.”

“It is nothing—” you whispered, your jaw tightened slightly from the sudden exposure of your condition. “I have handled monthlies worse than this. Lest you forget the prowess you’ve perfected within me.”

“Brazen,” she laughed darkly. “Look at me, pet. I want you to remove your armor.”

“My lady, this is not—”

“Show me,” Talia’s thumb brushed your bottom lip, her eyes dark with desire. “I wish to see where you bleed.”

“You know where it is,” You stiffened, almost shy. “And you also know the vows that I have sworn at your feet.”

She seized your jaw in her palm and you whimpered with need. “I release you from that foolish vow,” Talia whispered, as her mouth met yours in a soft kiss filled with heat. It burned and burned so good, your heart hammered against your ribcage. “I release you from every vow. You will swear new ones tonight.”

Your hands reached for your breastplate first. Then piece by piece the rest of your armor was discarded, set neatly next to you on the floor until all that remained was the thin shift and your underwear beneath. For a moment, you shied away from her eyes as she sat up, her knees bracketing either side of your body.

“You have not changed,” Talia said, her palm cupping the side of your cheek. “A warrior beneath it all. And mine…” Your eyes lifted to meet her gaze, all emerald and shining down at you, and she smiled, affectionate and amused. “You’ve denied yourself... for that ridiculous vow?”

“For you,” you whispered.

“For me.” She kissed you again, her mouth hungry and demanding and you sighed against her lips, tongues meeting in a wet tangle. “Up,” she commanded, her hands coming to rest on the side of your hip, feeling the outline of your body through the shift.

You moaned at the feel of her flush against you, the heat of her hands slipping under the fabric, bunching it by the hem and pulling it over your head to expose you further as she walked you backward to her massive silk-draped bed.

“My lady, I want to—” you gasped when she separated from you to toss your shift to the floor. Your nakedness made you flush. “I want to see you. Can I?”

“Talia,” she corrected, taking your outstretched palms in hers and pressing them against the slack knot of her robe. “You know my name, beloved.” You pulled the knot loose and she rolled her shoulders, the fabric falling free as she laid you down beneath her.

Her body was a carved masterpiece, her skin like melting gold, breasts heavy and perfect. Your cunt pulsed around nothing, a weight in your stomach swelling with need and Talia laughed sweetly as she pushed you onto your back on the silken sheets, spreading your thighs open and climbing on top of you.

“Look at you,” she kissed down your body slowly, savoring every inch. From latching onto your breasts and sucking each nipple into her mouth, to kissing the curve of your stomach, down to your thighs, until her mouth hovered over your clothed cunt, where the cloth was folded underneath to absorb the blood.

“You saved this little cunt for me,” Talia purred, voice dripping with filthy reverence. “Does it ache, my sweet sword?”

You whimpered, your hips twitching upward as she peeled your underwear off, folding it carefully and setting it aside. You felt shame burning at your cheeks. “Talia, wait, it’s not—”

“Save your embarrassment for a lesser woman,” she whispered, dragging an index finger along the faint smear of blood staining your inner thighs. “I want to taste you,” she declared, and before you could answer, she licked a long, slow stripe up your puffy slit, tasting the mix of blood and slick.

You squirmed, hips twitching as you let out a long moan, the heat of nervousness swelling into unbearable heat, your thighs trembling as they tried to close instinctively.

“Delicious,” Talia groaned, the sound vibrating against your clit. “Bleed for me, habibti.” Her mouth sealed over your cunt, tongue sliding through your folds with obscene hunger as she sucked gently on your swollen clit, then licked you with broader, messier strokes, smearing your blood across her lips and chin.

“F-fuck— Talia—!” You cried out, fingers gripping the sheets. The weight in your belly twisted into deep, throbbing pleasure with every curl of her tongue.

The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of her mouth moving sloppily over your heat, your back arching up to chase the pleasure she was giving you. “So good— ah, it’s so much….”

“That’s it,” Talia murmured against your pussy, swirling her tongue over your clit. “Fuck my tongue, pet. Let your Lady drink from you. This cunt has been starving for attention, hasn’t it? So neglected... So loyal... let me stretch you.”

She pushed a finger inside you slowly, one palm pressed softly against your belly in soothing rubs as she eased a second in, your hot, gummy walls sucking her deeper and she curled them against that spongy spot deep inside you while her tongue flicked relentlessly over your clit.

“Fuck me— yes! Talia, yes!”

“Sing for me,” she laughed. “Just like that… my needy thing… cum for me while I fuck you the way you dreamed of.”

The combination of her mouth and the aching fullness of her so deep inside you, fucking against that sweet spot made your thighs shake violently. “I’m… God— fuck, I’m cumming!”

“So obedient,” Talia suckled your clit harder. “Cum on your Lady’s tongue like the desperate little whore I made you.”

You shattered with a broken sob, back arching hard as your orgasm crashed through you. Talia kept licking you through it, drinking down every drop of your arousal and blood, moaning praises into your cunt the entire time.

When you finally stopped trembling, Talia crawled up your body and kissed you with her bloody mouth, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

“I am not finished with you,” she whispered hotly. “I want to feel you against me. Can you take me?”

“Yes— God, yes.” You whined with desperation, cupping her face with a palm as you wiped the blood from her mouth, your lips going to her neck and down her sternum, grazing a stiff nipple between your teeth. And she moaned, her head tilting back, fingers tugging at your hair.

Talia rolled onto her back and pulled you on top of her, straddling her thigh first, but then she guided your hips between hers, thighs thrown over each other’s until your cunts pressed together, your bloody, sensitive pussy flush against her dripping one, unbearably hot from wanting you.

“Ride me,” Talia ordered, her green eyes blazing. “Be a good girl and fuck your Lady. I want you.”

Even in this position, with you on top, and muscles flexing, you were utterly submissive, pliant and at her service like the oaths you swore on your knees. “Fuck me, beloved,” she whispered.

Talia’s hands gripped your hips hard, controlling the rhythm as you began to grind down. The slide was slick and messy. Your blood mixed with both of your arousals, created the wettest, most obscene glide and every roll of your hips made your swollen clit drag perfectly against hers, up against her swollen folds then down against that sensitive bud.

“Fuck— my lady,” you gasped, bracing your hands on either side of her head. “Your pussy’s perfect...”

“You’re doing so good,” Talia cooed up at you, her honeyed voice breaking into a moan. “Grind that filthy little cunt on me. Can you feel how wet I am for you? How much I’ve wanted to ruin my perfect, chaste girl?”

You whimpered and moved faster, hips rolling desperately as you fucked down into her. The pressure on your sensitive, weeping pussy was overwhelming in the best way as Talia’s hands guided you harder, forcing you to take more from her.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” she groaned, eyes flicking down to where you were grinding. “All that pretty blood smeared across my cunt. You’re mine. This pussy has always been mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you moaned, voice breaking as you rocked harder against her. “Only yours, my lady— you’re so fucking wet—”

“My dumb little pet,” Talia’s breath hitched, her own hips bucking up to meet yours. “Fuck, fuck, fuck— yes! Fill me up like this, my desperate girl.”

The wet, filthy sounds of your cunts sliding together grew louder. You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers as you fucked her exactly how she wanted, each filthy smack of your hips making her tits bounce, and you grasped both in your palms, fondling and squeezing them as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“Use me,” Talia’s fingers dug into your ass, pulling you tighter against her. “Use me until we cum,” she growled. “I want to feel this needy cunt gush for me, beloved.”

You came first with a strangled cry, your thighs shaking as your pussy clenched and throbbed hard against hers and Talia’s nails clawed against the bottom of your spine as she shuddered and followed right after, moaning low and filthy as she ground up into you, riding out both your orgasms until you were both slick and trembling.

As you panted, desperately trying to catch your breath, Talia pulled you down against her chest, stroking your hair reverently.

She kissed your temple softly, a palm cradling your lower abdomen as if daring pain to come and try its hand at taking you from her arms.

“Your vow is broken,” Talia whispered, her voice like silk against your ear. “You are no longer chaste. And you will never take another. You will swear yourself to me again.”

She paused to look up at you, her green eyes soft with warmth and gentleness. “And I will swear myself to you. You must accept me, beloved.”

You shivered, pressing your face into her neck, a grin toying at your lips. “…As my lady commands.”

thinking about giving zuko a massage… his muscles are all sore from training, he’s so used to working his body till exhaustion that it’s just so natural for him to train until he drops.

it concerned you at first, when he wouldn’t call it a day after he threw himself on the floor for a so called “break”. you’re used to it now, even though you disapprove. you wait for him as you lean against the pillar, watching the final bursts of flames erupt from his palms before he collapses onto the floor with his chest heaving and sweat dripping from every orifice of his body. you tread over there, bunching the fabric of your robes in your fists to avoid soiling them.

“satisfied?” you ask upon reaching your husband. his hair is tied up securely but you notice the few strands falling from his up-do, they stick to his face which glistens under the setting sun. he puffs out a breath of air from his lungs which comes out rather steam-y. if that wasn’t an indication of his exhaustion, you didn’t know what was. you crouch down and take his hot palms into yours “come on sweetie, up you get,” he grunts softly as you attempt to haul his burly figure up, and kudos to you, you are almost successful until the balance of your body is thrown off the further you lean back, zuko is quick to plant his feet to the ground and pull you into him. your hands now land on his torso as he stares down at you with a soft smirk on his tired face.

“falling for me?” he intones cheekily. you scrunch your nose and weakly push him away.

“you’re sweaty, it’s disgusting.”

he chuckles and drops his weight partially on you, his arms wrapping around you as he leans on your back "carry me to my chambers!"

you sigh wearily "my lord, you are far too heavy for this poor maiden to carry..."

"this act you put on fools no one," he plants a chaste kiss against your dimpled cheek "now carry me."

"i miss when you used to be awkward and shy around me," you groan "you've gotten too comfortable for my liking."

“that’s rough, buddy!”