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[dumbbitchgalore]

Soon-to-be Single!Price sending this to his soon-to-be cheater wife to show her how good the new babysitter is taking care of him (🌽 link)

John’s intentions with bringing you into the house as a babysitter were genuinely pure. He wanted you to help fill the void inside his twin daughters’ hearts ripped open by their absent, whoring mother. 

One night he finds himself scrolling through the Au Pair website looking for the suitable candidate and he finds you. A foreigner, good with kids, previously working as a tutor and now currently on a gap year from studying at university to give a helping hand mouth and pussy to families like his. And that is how he brought you into his home. 

John’s wife seemingly did not care, as long as her kids didn’t bother her, she couldn’t care about who’s taking care of them. 

Day by day, John becomes enamoured by you. The way you took care of his kids was pulling at his heart strings, daring him to get closer to you, to get to know you better and possibly become friends so that he has someone to take to. That is his intention, right?

He learns your favourite colour, food, the flowers you like, the designer items on your wishlist hoping to be rich enough to buy them. He memorises your features. Your perfect lips, manicured hands, your prim and proper appearance in front of him is almost like a facade to protect yourself. 

And it is, you try to protect yourself from John, to keep a distance and always be polite with an air of professionalism. You can’t let him know that your head over heels to hear his gravelling voice, to stare at his cerulean eyes or even just to get close enough to smell his cologne. You definitely didn’t want him to think of you as a strange au pair that he regretted choosing. 

Often you and John would find yourselves alone in the home after tending to the girls and putting them to bed and going to the kitchen to enjoy a snack before bed. Tonight, you find John leaning against the kitchen counter sipping on a glass of whiskey as you go to open the fridge. You know, politely acknowledging his presence. 

“Care to share a glass with me?” John’s smooth voice engulfs your presence. 

You turn back looking at him as you give him a soft smile, “Thank you for the offer Mr Price, but-”

Before you finish, he puts his hand up signalling you to stop talking and sighs before taking another sip of his drink. 

“Turning down a man going through a divorce?” 

Your eyes widen at his question, “You and Mrs Price are-”

“That slut doesn’t deserve to be called by my last name.” He says curtly. 

You nod, making your way next to him and pouring yourself a drink and taking a sip, the liquid deliciously burning down your throat.

“I’d appreciate you not telling the girls, I don’t want them worrying.”

“Of course, sir-”

“John. Just John is fine.”

“Alright, John.” You say and John swears that you were a siren in disguise at that moment. Your sweet voice calling his name like a holy man being lulled in by a succubus. 

A few too many drinks later, you find yourself in such a predicament. On the floor, watching yourself in the mirror as you sloppily makeout with John’s cock as he records you. Suckling his head, you drool onto the floor, laving it as your tongue prods at his slit, guttural moans spewing out of his mouth encouraging your ministrations. 

You let go of his tip with a ‘pop’ noise, making your way down his length. Long wet drags on your tongue along John’s veins cause him to shiver in delight, begging his body not to cum too early on. 

His voice cuts through the air of whimpers and wet sucks as John addresses his wife in the video. 

“You could never suck my cock like this and you’ve given yourself wrinkles from the amount of dumbfucks you blew after work.”

John forcefully takes your mouth off his cock, halting the momentum of pleasure inside of him. He grabs your chin harshly, making you face the camera. Your lips red and bitten from his kisses, drool staining your chin as you look at the camera doe-eyed and needy.

“This sweet little thing takes care of the girls better than you do. She’ll be a better wife than you, ya slag.”

[emacrow]

Danny wasn't the first to be contaminated with ectoplasm. Jazz was.

Thus contant angst and some gore. Viewer be advised.

Born and raised as a fenton without miraculously being effected by ecto while Jack and Maddie wear hazmut suits most the time up to her teen years would take a miracle.

Jazz knew she was effected by ectoplasm since she was a little girl, taking care of danny as a toddler and trying to make sure her brother doesn't eat the glowing green liquid in the freeze.

She didn't want him to get sick like she did... making sure the gadgets stay out of his line of sight.

He was innocent and too young to notice how ne-neglect her parents were being over their obsession of ghosts.

She was infected enough to see the tiny fading blobs flying around but never mentioned to her parents again after last time, and her parent stay in the basement for almost a week and half that time and missing Danny's birthday again.

Jazz was smart though, reading about psychology books far higher in intelligence then her age, and knew enough about the inventions that Jack made gave her an idea..

A terrible but brilliant idea to bring this family together, so danny could have the best childhood memories then hers..

She began sabotage some of their works to jam and malfunction, making some of their work papers as proof seem crazy to be denied so they actually spent time with her and danny as a Family and it was working well enough for years,....

Until the ghost portal work that day..

Then the ghosts coming out of it causing havoc which renew her parents obsession back from the very grave she has surely made they were buried...

Then finding her brother.. her sweet little brother had died and came back due to her sabotaging the portal with the turn on button being inside...

Something inside her crack a bit.

Helping him and distracting her parents was going well enough. Stealing the ecto shot to help her brother heal from the battles of facing the ghosts, red hunter, GIW and her parents. This was all her fault that she knew deep within..

Until Danny (her sweet little brother that she raise, care for, love)went missing during the middle of his sick day with no ghosts being out today when she decide to go get chicken soup from the store..

She should've seen it sooner when she came back and seen Danny's bed empty with spot mixed of ectoplasm and blood, dropping the chicken soup package from the store ..

Their parents loved them that she knew as she grabbed the fenton creep bat..

But she knew since she was a little girl..

Opening the basement door quietly, slowly and walking down the stairs without making a noise.

That they love their work more.

Her eyes burned with burning fierce firey green glow of pure rage and determination as she creep slowly aiming, as she swung the fenton creep hard on the back of Jack's head with a sickeningly crack, then next quickly hitting Maddie hard in the face as she knew they both won't listen to reason..

She know that would only buy her enough time consider Jack was a hard head, but maddie was out for good measurement. Taking the keys to the ecto shackles.

She know that if she were to cry, she will not stop crying if she did. Unshackling Danny's limbs, and pressing the off button on the ecto Ghost muzzle.

Checking to see if he lost any limbs or organs.. thankfully none yet...

"It's going to hurt, but we are leaving together.. ok, danny?" She said with a watery tone looking into her brother's tear soaked red eyes, grabbing the ecto fishing string and a needle, giving Danny's a metal piece of material to bite on, once she pressed the freshly Y incision as she began to resew. Giving him a couple of Ecto-Dejecto to speed up the healing. (Pretending it was just a gash in her mind instead of seeing her brother's heart beating with a marble sized core buzzing leaking ectoplasmic mixed blood)

Once she sewed the wound up, rushing to put danny in the back of her car, getting the secretly duffle bags containing the things, New IDs, money, passports needed including a USB of the fenton portal and inventions blueprints in case anything happened(it did, it happen oh god..), rush back to the basment, press the button she had hidden in the lab to delete everything about all the information about the ghost portal and ghost files, the immediate lockdown everything including the portal in 5 minutes then self destruction meltdown minutes afterward.. afterall she did help made the lockdown, putting her own special password(She always make sure to had to backup plan to a backup plan..)

By the time she got to her car, and started driving at speed that would've gave her a police ticket, she didn't stop even when she saw the glowing ectoplasmic forced field emerged covering only the fenton house..

She didn't stop when she left the Amity Park border line.. She didn't stop when the loud ear piercing boom echoing.. she just drove to the only person in one place that would help her..

Her distant cousin twiced removed Edward Nashton whom live in Gotham.

[itsvaleriesucka]

forbidden love

pairing: demon!joel miller x angel!fem reader 

rating: explicit 18+ (minors dni) 

word count: 3.1k 

summary: you and joel lovingly spend the rest of the afternoon together in your room. things began to get steamy. 

warnings: sex, kissing, smoking, unprotected p in v, cock riding, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, light choking, age gap (50s/20s), no use of y/n, no outbreak 

a/n: my love for demons and angels will always have a special place in my heart. i seriously need demon joel in my life. this is the only way to fulfill this fantasy of mine. i hope you like it! i have other stories in mind that i would like to write soon so stay tuned. please do not read if you’re sensitive to any of these topics. you have been warned. 

The dark ambience of sounds coming from your Crosley record player touches a comfortable feeling deep inside your aching heart. The sound escaping lingered throughout the atmosphere of your own room. The aroma of expensive perfume and cigarettes fills the air and into your nostrils on this peaceful afternoon. 

Your cherry red almond nails did their little dance across Joel’s tousled salt and pepper hair, feeling every soft strand there is. You both layed in bed beside each other heavenly. Your right leg wrapped and pressed against his lower body, skin bear and visible from your mini white lace slip gown you decided to wear. Your eyes lingered all across his handsome facial features. He’s perfect and he is everything to you. 

His strong arm wraps around you, his hand and fingers soothing your soft skin on that bare thigh of yours. He draws you in closer, a feeling he did not want to let you go. With such a feeling, you pulled yourself away and positioned yourself above him, both legs locked and pressed against the sides of his hips. You sat gently upon his lap. You felt Joel’s large hands grip your hips to keep you in place. His thumb softly rubs against your hip bones in a circular motion. 

Both of your hands press themselves against his bare broad chest. Your eyes wandered each of his scars he’s had over the past years. Joel reached beside your nightstand to grab his cigarette that’s placed on a red heart shaped ashtray that was handmade by you. Staring at the piece of work, you already remembered you took him to a ceramics studio on one of your dates with him when you both were starting out.

You and Joel are the total opposites. You take him to cute and fun places while he takes you to places that are, well, questionable and odd. He’s mature and you’re young. He wears black and you wear white. He’s a demon and you’re an angel. 

Just the thought of a holy and unholy being together made the corner of your lips to curl downward into a frown. You felt your own stomach turn. You were so calm and content seconds ago and now you’re suddenly feeling sad. You tried not to reveal your emotions by forcing yourself to smile and looking away to distract yourself. You felt a tear drop escape from the outer corner of your eyes. You felt the liquid stream down against your cheek. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand but it was no use, Joel can already sense there was something wrong, even before you managed a frown.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Aside from being an actual angel, it’s indeed a lovely nickname for you. You always adored the way it draws out from him with that southern accent that sounded as pure as honey can taste.

“Nothing.” You watched the excess smoke from his Lucky Strike cigarette he inhaled, exhale through his nostrils, filling the air in your room. Joel quirked a brow. He kept his expression as stoic as usual. He wasn’t buying that pity answer from you. 

“Bullshit.” His eyes analyzed every single expression you gave off. 

Fine. He wins. 

“For a moment I thought about the opposites of you and I. Our kind being together…It’s forbidden…” you softly remarked. Already reminding yourself of the bigger books and the higher Gods. You completely detest yourself for ruining a precious moment between you two. You wanted to vanish in thin air right now. All you could try to concentrate on was the music that played in the background to numb your thoughts.

Joel rubbed the tip of his cigarette against the ashtray to put it out. He sat himself up while still holding you in place against his lap. You felt his fingers gently pinch the sides of your jawline. He wanted you to look at him and you did. 

“I don’t care about that,” Joel pulls you in closer, his gaze never leaving your precious face, “I care about you.” You felt his other hand rubbing small circles against your lower vertebrae to calm you down.

You knew he did. Despite who he truly is, you knew he wasn’t lying. Your mind was anxious and filled with fear of what can happen but your heart says otherwise. You cupped both his cheeks and felt his lips press against the palm of your delicate hand. You lean forward to press your lips against his, never pulling away. His mustache tickled your upper lip which made you smile from the sensation. 

Your rushed thoughts were silenced when you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore inside your mouth. You brushed your tongue against his tongue and it felt delicious. It felt delicious to be kissed by the devil. To Joel, it felt amazing to caress and taste an innocent angel such as yourself. 

You managed to pull away from his kiss and released a low sigh trying to catch your breath. Both foreheads pressed together. The smell of coffee and cigarette lingers from him. You felt his hot breath against your cheeks when he decided to plant kisses along your jawline down to your neck. You whined at the feeling of his teeth nibbling your sensitive spot against the soft flesh of your neck and your collarbone. You pushed your hips forward against his lap as your reaction to ease a certain tension that began to stir in between your inner thighs. The sudden friction caused his cock to twitch underneath his black boxers. 

As much as you needed him, he needed you. You did not hesitate to remove yourself from Joel’s lap and positioned yourself on your knees. Joel knew exactly the kind of move you were about to make so he sat himself up. He watched the hesitancy of your movements. How those soft hands gently rubbed the fabric that covered his growing erection. He lightly hummed at the gentle movement.

Joel did not hesitate to assist you by guiding your hand into the fly of his boxers, allowing you to touch him as you please. You gripped his thick cock and slowly worked your wrist to start a burning sensation in his core as you stroked his cock willingly. His throat vibrated from a satisfactory groan he released. You removed his large cock from his fly and watched as his precum dripped down, from his pink tip that swelled, against his length landing upon your hand. 

You brought your hand and licked the precum off your thumb and index finger. Joel grins at your insatiable desire. That naughty glint within his eyes began to shine. You lowered yourself close to his erection.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.” He commands and you obliged instantly. You part your mouth and shivered at the feeling of his cock brushing precum all over your plump lips. You kissed his tip, allowing a string of his precum stretch in between. You languidly licked your bottom lip to obtain the salty taste. You lean yourself further more to shove his cock inside your mouth. You felt your mouth slowly becoming full. Cheeks hollow. Your taste buds swell to form excess saliva from the taste of his skin. 

It was a natural instinct to breathe through your nostrils from the absurd gesture. You tried not to choke but yet you always do for how large and thick he is. You should know better. You felt your cunt lightly clench at the sensation. Your core was starting a fire on its own. 

“You look so beautiful like this f’me.” Words that almost sounded like whispers slipped past his mouth as he brushed your hair with his fingers, petting you. You hummed in return to his compliment that his cock, again, twitched at the sudden vibration. With his hand still pressed upon your head, Joel wasted no time and lowered his boxers down, along with your head further down. He wanted the tip to touch the back of your throat. He wanted your mouth full of his entire length.

“Good girl…” he praised and you released a broken groan, almost choking. Your tongue danced along his shaft. He tastes just so damn good that your saliva mixed with his precum is already dripping down past your chin. You managed to follow his rhythm by bobbing your head at a steady pace. You’ve done this so many times and every single time it just keeps getting better and better. Your eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate. Your hums mixed with soft melodies from your record player tune perfectly together. 

Your right hand squeezed his shaft, stroking him firmly while your other hand worked their magic by massaging his balls. If Joel always makes you feel good, he deserves the attention of feeling good as well.

“Fuck,” the demon cursed and thrust his hips forward. He pushes your head further down to the point your nose rubbed against his happy trail and saliva that splattered across. You gagged at the sudden reflex of his cock shoved deep down into your throat. Your eyes watered and trailed down each side of your cheeks. Your cunt kept clenching, begging for more. “You filthy slut…” 

The way he called you a filthy slut made you giggle. You felt butterflies form inside the pit of your stomach. Don’t get yourself wrong, you are indeed a good holy being. You always do the nicest things for mankind and try to help out in the darkest of times. But when you’re alone with Joel, it seems like you’re nothing but his devil woman. 

You brought yourself to pull away from his cock, trying to catch your own breath. You opened your mouth to release all that excess saliva that mixed with his own juices right upon his cock, lubricating him like the good angel you are. Your small hand now glides easily against him. Wet and sloppy. “I love being your filthy slut.” 

The way Joel’s pupils are nothing but wide and filled with lust with such an obscene gesture and words leaving past your lips was a sight to witness. He knows you don’t curse, but in bed, you miraculously do. And he fucking loves it too. 

“C’mere,” Joel shoves you towards himself, he wanted you to sit on his lap and so you did. Your breasts pressed against his chest. You felt fingertips tickling on each side of your thighs as he lifts the end of your white mini slip gown to remove the garment completely off of you. You were left in nothing but your white lace undergarment. How cute, it even has a tiny cross pendant that adorned underneath a tiny silk bow. He chuckled darkly at the sight. “You’re gonna fuckin’ ride me.”

You nodded your head so fast that you probably should be ashamed of yourself. You bite your bottom lip to refrain your contentment. You can feel your blood circulating towards your cheeks becoming warm and hot, flustered even. 

Using his index and middle finger, he hooked your damp panties that covered your sensitive cunt and pulled them aside. You can feel your own cunt coming in contact with the skin of his fingers. A shiver ran up and down your spine at his touch. His low humming was a pleasant melody to your ears. You lightly gasped at the sudden touch of his thumb pressing your swollen clit. Joel began to rub circular motions and watched how your body reacts. He knows you all too well, he just loves how your body twitches by the devil’s touch. 

“There we go…” he murmurs while focusing on that sweet spot of yours that is beginning to cause his mouth to water. Joel can feel his own erection twitch again with anticipation. His eyes fixated upon yours the entire time. He was prepping you for his cock that ached to be sucked inside of you. 

“That feels so g-good.” You softly moaned and placed your index knuckle in between your teeth to refrain from moaning out loud. The walls surrounding your room were rather dense that you can sometimes hear certain conversations from other neighbors. Eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate on the way his calloused thumb skillfully flicks and rubs your clit.

“Yeah?” He purrs and pressed your clit harder. His thumb wandered towards your folds to then wet your sweet clit with your own juices to make rubbing easier. Joel smacks your hand away from your mouth which caught you by surprise. “I want to hear you, angel. Don’t be shy and let it all out f’me. Besides…” He brushes his thumb upon your wet swollen lips and you amorously suck your own taste off, releasing his thumb with a pop. A low hum vibrating from your throat, “…I want the neighbors to hear how good you’re ridin’ me.”

You felt his angry tip poke your entrance that glistened with your own natural lubricant. You are forced to lift yourself up to allow more room for his cock to comfortably slip inside of you. His fingers still hooking the fabric aside. You gasped as your jaw became slack at the way his thick length slowly stretched your inner walls. You watch as his cock slowly sinks and disappears into your aching entrance. As mentioned, you have done this plenty of times but his cock never fails to make you gasp every time at the sudden stinging sensation of the stretch. It’s bizarre. 

Joel chuckled darkly and began to thrust himself into you. He needed you to adjust to his length comfortably before anything else. The moment you feel comfortable, you sway your hips forward and backwards, soon bouncing freely against him. You felt every inch of his cock rubbing your warm stretched walls. The way the tip of his cock hits your cervix has your head spinning. Sweet moans and squeals escape past your lips. The lewd sounds of both your precum secreting together echoes.

Your arms wrap around his neck for support while his arms wrap around your waist, holding, guiding, and encouraging you to milk his cock deep. The sight of your own breasts bouncing to the rhythm and movement intoxicates Joel’s arousal. He did not hesitate to pinch and tease your hardened nipples. The pain enticing your mood. 

“Oh fuck right there, yes!” You cried as you continued to ride his cock. The way you grind against his lap got you both drowning in arousal. Skin tacky from the sudden heat mixed with sweat forming within you both. With each harsh thrust, oxygen hitches away from your lungs. It honestly felt like he was punching a hole inside of you. But the way his cock feels doing so was absolutely divine. 

“You’re doin’ so well baby girl.” You earned yourself a tight squeeze from both his hands that managed to slide down toward your ass. You smiled at his encouragement. He took the opportunity to plant another kiss upon your lips. His teeth nipping against your bottom lip, pulling the flesh teasingly.

“It feels so good, mmm, I need you…” You moaned into Joel’s mouth. You were too carried away pecking his lips a dozen times to finish your sentence. He slows his pace, wanting to hear the right words come out. 

“You need…?” He breathes and groans all against your pretty mouth. The way you paused from bouncing and focused on grinding against his lap ferociously while his cock stuck deep inside was driving him mad. In a matter of seconds he was going to spill his sticky seed.

“Cum inside me…p-please.” You begged and bat your eyes towards him, your doe eyes that were filled with nothing but inevitable lust told him everything he needed to know. The perfect green light but yet he still managed to tease the shit out of you, as per usual. 

“Mmm, don’t know about that.” He murmured as he paints a wicked grin across his face. The way your brows furrowed with a frustrated expression actually amused him. “C’mon…please…” 

A cry that seriously turned him on even more. To your sudden surprise, Joel switched positions where your back instantly touches your mattress. He grips your ankles and brings your legs up to hold you good. He removed your precious panty and tossed it somewhere behind him. You were too flooded with mixtures of sin and lust that all you were able to do was toggle a lazy wiggle from your hips, encouraging him to stick his cock back inside of you as quickly as possible. And so he did. 

Joel buries his cock deep inside of you and begins to roughly pound his hips against the back of your thighs, obtaining that tantalizing pace. You huff with each rhythm of his smack trying to fight back a moan but to no avail. It is certain that your neighbors can already hear your glorious cries. You’re too horny to even be embarrassed at this point. They were so sweet, so angelic which always drives Joel insane. He enjoyed stripping away your innocence. Always. 

“Look at you angel, takin’ this cock so well. Such a fuckin’ good girl. ” You felt nothing but a tight hand wrapped around your neck. His hand. All you could see were only stars, you began to feel dizzy. “My good fuckin’ girl.” 

You began to feel your climax almost pooling in. “Yes! Oh fuck…Joel! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” To help with that, you arched your back so that his cock can rub against that aching g-spot of yours. 

Just by his cock hitting your favorite spot had caused you to overstimulate. You frantically released your final loud moan that ringed against his ears. You felt like the earth had stopped spinning once that orgasm came crashing over your entire body that exploded into a blissful sensation. Your cunt clenching around his thick cock caused Joel to collapse right above you, spilling his load right inside of you coaxing a heavy groan against your ear. The warming sensation of his cum seeping inside eased your body. You thrust your hips forward to obtain that final aftershock. 

You felt Joel’s cock pulling right out of you along with some of his cum spilling out from your sore entrance. He laid right beside you to try and catch his breath. Rolling yourself, you stopped right on top, embracing him with a hug, never wanting to let him go.

 “Like I said, I don’t care what anyone thinks.” Joel kisses the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” You lovingly whispered.

You earned yourself a warm smile from the devil. A smile only you’re able to witness alone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

[confused-since-birth]

Shape of the unknown pt.1

Hi!! First, I want to say that (disclaimer) I’ve never written before, more so a fanfic. Also english is not my first language, so I may have some mistakes. Second, this is a work that doesn’t really respect everything that is canon (some things yes, others not so much) .

Sylus x reader (not MC), MC is also present though

Warnings: kinda angst, kinda fluff, suggestive, a little bit of stalking ig??

(written on artemas - how could you love someone like me, if you want the whole vibe I had writing this :) )

Tarus was the place for many kinds of people: thieves, traitors, murderers, so on and so forth. That doesn’t mean that everyone was a criminal, most people were just poor, therefore vulnerable.

You knew very well what it meant being vulnerable, used for transactions as if your life or death meant nothing more than a few coins. First years of your life were spent being a slave until one day a woman appeared before you. She was the epitome of beauty and calm. Her eyes scanned through the lines of slaves until they fixed on you. It might have been fate, might have been pure luck, but she took you under her care. This way Tarus became your home.

The woman was the Oracle of Tarus, teaching everything she knew: astrology, science, art and healing arts. However, the one thing that was not taught to you, a natural talent that brought her to become your protector and teacher: the gift of understanding what there was not to see and knowing what was to come.

The Temple of the Oracle was the only place where Tarus people would trust to be safe and taken care for. Sometimes you would see some that had a skin too clean, without the blemishes caused by the burning sun, lack of food and numerous fights. Their poor clothes looked too intentional. Those were aristocrats that hoped to get answers for their dilemmas, own diseases or to try and buy an oracle for themselves. They were usually welcome as the money from them played an important part in helping those who needed it.

Then the time came, yours became the title of Oracle.

Sylus didn’t care in the beginning about the new novice, even though he saw her many times. He had a strong bond with the precedent Oracle. When it was the time he promised to keep protecting the Temple and help the new priestess, if needed. He offered most of the funding, believe it or not.

With time, he got maybe even closer to you than anyone else before. Even though the veil you wore as a custom that marked you as a woman of the Temple, didn’t completely hide your face behind it, it’s soft opacity didn’t allow them to be clear – which sometimes, in the beginning at least, stirred something in him as he couldn’t read your reactions, nor feelings.

Sylus would request quite often for you to spend the evenings at his cave. Time would go flying as you two would chat on different subjects. Your presence was much appreciated by him, giving him an almost sense of peace.

Eventually, the visits didn’t happen so often. Your duty calls, as he did not. No-one needed to tell you why, as dreams came months before to whisper of the future and as objective and cold as you tried to be, your veins felt like they burned of anger?... sadness? broken heart? Maybe all of them? Needless to say, it’s no surprise when one afternoon your presence is requested to his cave. But you know it’s not him, but her.

The dark mauve veils that your dress was made of flowed like liquid around you. A headband made of woven metal kept in place the veil of your head, making you feel heavier than you already felt. Breathing was a hassle. Once you entered the cave, long silver locks welcome your eyes. A pair of blood red eyes welcome yours, but they were not his, your heart’s restless desire. The Sorceress’s lips form a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. As beautiful as she was, you could swear she could at any time start hissing like a viper.

“You called for me” rolls of your tongue in a calm tone.

“I did. I have a question”, her voice is beautiful too, has something upbeat to it.

It is easily noticed that Sylus is not here. For sure she is in no way a stranger to your closeness to the dragon, which means that you can easily be called a foe. It's quite plausible that she would want to talk to you alone.

“It is said that your words ring only truth - “

“My words are the truth for a moment and a place, as future obeys no rules. Ask me a question and I might give you the best I can in the moment” the words fall from your mouth, trying to control your tone, not knowing if you succeed or not.

“Then tell me what you see in my future” she proceeds, getting close to you. So close that you feel her breath on your face.

You do not really know what game she plays at. As you close your eyes for moments, images start flowing from your dreams, others new appear, morphing into timelines and possibilities and most of them leave you choking on air. Your head starts spinning and a sheer layer of sweat appears on your skin.

“War is in your mind, leaving your hands dirty in blood that you can’t wipe off. Eons may come and go and blood will still be pouring, as it’s spoils your heart and the gem that you so much want will be forsaken in the thick, red liquid”, escapes out of your mouth almost unwillingly.

Her eyes fall to the floor for a second then she doesn’t even care to tell anything more, a sign it was time to return. As the thoughts of her stare, your mind seeks an answer for why must she do this. Why try and find out the future if she knows already what will happen? Why talk to you? Does the Sorceress want to be sure you won’t interfere?

Little did you know, another pair of ruby eyes follow you coming out of the cave. He heard your words. Sylus notices how your steps are hurried, breathing heavy, hands trembling. Something coils around his heart almost painful. The voice in which you delivered your prophecy, was not something he was used to. He thought how he wanted to see your face clear, look deep in your eyes and find out answers for his unasked questions. Sylus’s mind wanders to you in so many ways. At first he wanted to keep you close as it was no lie that the ability you possessed was much more cultivated than anyone’s. The ability to shape the unkown in different timelines, from the least to most possible and see time like a living and breathing creature was nothing short of breathtaking. Just as you.

In the end, in the middle of the night, something pulls him to the Temple. What he didn’t expect was finding you bathing in plants with such alluring smell that his eyes closed for a few moments. However, he opens them as curiosity peaks in his chest. Your eyes shine so beautiful, even more than the jewels in his cave. Your hair is sleek on your head and back from being wet. Your skin looks so soft and delicate. Sylus can’t move. In his head, he knows it’s not right, he should leave, at least wait for you to be done… but hidden behind one of the drapes that decorate your room, the urge to watch is more powerful.

His mind becomes preoccupied by thoughts of touching the skin, hair, looking at your eyes up close.

As you are too caught up in some inner monologue, a dragon awaits a miracle to move away or closer.

[icanhearcolors]

Close Encounter

Summary: A conversation between my Tav and Astarion inspired me to write a short one-shot (I lied it's a series) reader insert about what I think would happen if they met before they were taken by the mind flayers

pt 2 | pt 3

This is pretty much my first attempt at reader insert so be nice to me pls ;-;

Lemme know if I made any grammar or spelling errors

Word count: 2.9k

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“I’ll take the most you can give me of whatever has the most alcohol in it” 

You announce, slapping some gold coins down on the scuffed wooden bar. The barkeep who probably hasn’t had any business for the past hour startles out of his daydream and glances at you in surprise. He’s a dwarf, with a braided beard and kind eyes, and if it weren’t for the creaky wooden step stool he climbs up on to take orders he would barely be able to see over the bar top.

“Bit early in the night for that wouldn’t you say?” He asks as he climbs a ladder to retrieve a glass from the shelf above his head. You glance out the window as the last few rays of the setting sun color the night a deep reddish purple before it fades into a comforting black. 

You slide another gold coin across the bar. The barkeep smiles,

“Perfect time for some chultun fireswill if I say so myself miss.” He winks, slides the hefty glass full of orange liquid your way, and swipes up the coins before turning to another customer making their way into the tavern. You hold the glass up to your nose and sniff its contents. The fumes coming off the heavily spiced spirit has your nose burning and your eyes watering- perfect. 

You tap the glass on the counter and knock it back. You manage to get a few swallows in before your brain catches up to you and the fireswill burns a searing path from your throat into your stomach, settling there and warming you from the inside out. You slam the glass down and cover your mouth with your hand, trying and failing to hold in a fit of coughs. 

“Easy now.”

A cold hand lands on your shoulder, cooling your heated skin, and you turn, bleary eyed, unprepared for what you find.

He’s an elf, a very very pale elf- but not sickly pale. He just looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in a century or two. His hair catches your eye, a shocking shade of pure white that makes his skin seem tan in comparison. It’s shorter than most elves keep their hair, and it curls in every direction, framing his face beautifully. Once you recover from your initial dazed attraction to him you attempt to level him with your meanest glare that you hope says piss off. He raises his hands in playful surrender and smiles disarmingly at you.

“Rough day?” He asks in a drawling voice. You take him in. He’s wearing a clean white shirt under a set of padded leather armor, and spotless black leather boots. He looks every bit a spoiled noble that has never seen a day of work in his life, but his hands are calloused, and his eyes look haunted. Speaking of his eyes, they’re quite an alluring shade of red. What an odd color for an elf-

His eyes narrow perceptively, as if he’s reading your thoughts as they flit across your face. He turns away, gesturing at your drink and turning your gaze away from his unique appearance.

“Most Baldurians don’t even touch that stuff until well past midnight, are we celebrating or forgetting?”

You turn your body away from the charming elf and stare into the last few sips of your drink. 

“We aren’t doing anything. I’m here to drink, not to talk.”

“Forgetting it is then. Excellent.”

From the corner of his eye you see him grin roguishly, the flash of his white teeth sending a curious spark of adrenaline through your system. Before you can discern why you suddenly went from warm and buzzed to fight or flight, he turns away, tossing a blue coin purse onto the bar and calling for the barkeep, allowing the alcohol to calm your frazzled nerves once more.

“Excuse me Lydon, I’d like to buy our grumpy friend here a drink that won’t burn a hole through her stomach,” He leans over the bar and drops his voice to a low murmur as if he were sharing a secret, “got anything good for me?” he practically purrs.

The dwarf, Lydon, flushes a deep red and grins coyly at the mysterious patron, “Maybe. But I don’t have enough for everyone Astarion, what if someone comes asking me how she got the good stuff and all I’m willing to sell them is stale ale and swill?”

Astarion’s answering grin is downright lethal. 

“It’ll be our little secret,” He winks. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

Lydon blushes even darker if that were possible and mumbles something about having a type before trodding off toward the old wooden door behind the bar. You’d never related to anything more. Astarion turns toward you and raises an expectant eyebrow.

“Waiting for a thank you?” You ask, wrestling with the instinct ingrained in you to be polite. Your tendency to people please is what landed you in this run down tavern in the first place. You don’t know this elf, and you don’t owe him anything.

“Well I wouldn’t say no to a little gratitude darling- especially not from you” his eyes trace a path from the top of your head to your scuffed leather boots and back up again, stopping at the blush on your cheeks, he smirks, and meets your eyes again. He steps closer to bump your shoulder with his teasingly, and stays there, close enough that your arm brushes his.

“But no my dear, I’m not waiting for a thank you. I’m waiting for a story.” 

“Oh yeah? Keep waiting.” You growl, and he tosses his head back, a genuine laugh bursting out of him. The sound of it is contagious, and you fight the urge to grin yourself. You nearly manage it, save for a slight twitch of your lips that he of course notices.

He tsks, shaking his head at you “I saw that. No use hiding that smile from me, love. The damage is already done.” 

You glare, this time with much less hostility. 

“Who are you? I’m morose and drunk on purpose, elf, and I will not let you wrestle me from it.”

“My name is Astarion” he says with a wink and a mock bow before he leans in, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, “and I’ll wager you’ll let me do a lot worse than that before the end of the night.”

Your breath catches, your pulse picks up, and you’re about to lose yourself in those strange eyes of his when a loud creeeeeaaak and a crash causes both of you to leap away from one another. The dwarven barkeep’s old step stool seems to have finally given in. He lay sprawled on the floor behind the bar, his foot caught in between the split wood.

“GODS DAMMIT” He howls, kicking off the stool. He sighs and hobbles up to you and your new… companion. You can see nothing but his angry eyes and the flushed red tips of his ears as he pours your drink and reaches up to hand it to you. When you grab for it he pulls it out of your grasp and stares at you with a threat in his eyes.

“You didn’t see that.” He snarls at both of you.

“See what?” Astarion feigns ignorance, looking around the room dramatically for whatever the dwarf could possibly be talking about. The barkeep rolls his eyes and hands the drink to you before limping off to find a chair to stand on.

You breathe slowly through your nose.

In.

Out.

In.

You will not laugh.

You have self control.

You take one glance at the pinched “I’m trying not to laugh” look on Astarions face, one that probably mirrors your own, and you explode in a fit of giggles so intense they make your stomach ache.

Astarion can’t hold it in either and slaps the table in his silent gasping laughter, the two of you making quite a scene, but somehow you really don’t care. 

You wipe tears from your eyes and sigh once your laughing fit subsides, your sour mood a distant memory despite your best efforts to cling to it.

“How dare you,” You whine half-heartedly. “I was so committed to my bad mood and you had to go and ruin it.”

Astarion’s eyebrows lower in confused amusement.

“Awww you poor sad little thing. I’d apologize, really I would, but unfortunately for you I’m not sorry.”

You take a swig of the drink he bought for you. It tastes of cherry and currant, and you have never had something so delicious from such a tiny little tavern.

“You should be” you murmur, hanging your head, the humor fading as you’re reminded of why you’re here in the first place.

Astarion notices your shift in demeanor and reaches down, lifting your chin with a cool finger and bringing your gaze to his.

“About that story,” He smiles encouragingly, and you give in.

The alcohol must really be getting to you now, there was no other explanation for the warm, safe feeling that hummed under your skin. Astarion was sweet, and attractive. His attention felt good, and before you could even make the decision to trust him you were already talking. You told him how you were a magistrate in the lower city, complained how the court system was broken and corrupt, and how the judge only appoints magistrates that unthinkingly obey his preferences, never allowing them to make their own judgements. You had tried for months to get on his good side but you think all you did was obliterate any meager scrap of respect he did have for you, and now every interaction you have with him he barks orders at you like you’re his dog and then dismisses you. You were thinking of finding a new profession altogether, but the lower city was plagued with crime, good people died every day because of it, and you had the power to help at least a little if only your boss wasn’t such an asshole. To your embarrassment you began to tear up as you finished your story.

Astarion for his part never interrupts you. He listens with rapt attention to your woeful tale, an indiscernible look on his handsome face. You try to turn your head away as a tear escapes your eye but his grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to stay right where you are. He wipes it away with his other hand and stares at you for a moment, seemingly deciding something.

He reaches up and drags a hand through his hair, releases a held breath, and plucks the glass from your hand, drinking what was left of its contents in two gulps. He brings the glass back down to the counter, a drop of the crimson wine dripping down his chin. The image gives you an odd feeling, like you’re missing a revelation that is only just out of your grasp. He glances behind you, and you turn and follow his gaze to another rather pale looking elf, this one with darker hair but similarly colored eyes watching the two of you with rapt attention. Goosebumps rise on your skin and that fight or flight instinct is back in full force. Your heart begins to pound against your chest, understanding the danger that you’re in even if you do not. 

“Smart girl” Astarion murmurs, and you whip back around to face him.

He wipes his face with his sleeve and grabs you by the hand, pulling you off the bar stool.

“W-what are you-” He places a hand on your lower back and begins deftly guiding you through the raucous crowd of drunk Baldurians. One stumbling wizard in the crowd pats his pockets down and cries,

“Has anyone seen my coin purse? It’s blue!”

“Walk faster” Astarion says into your ear, his warm breath whispering across your neck. You do as he says.

After what feels like a lifetime of dodging drunk elbows and slipping through temporary openings in the crowd you reach the exit, and Astarion rushes you soberingly into the cold night air. 

“You stole that guy's money didn’t you?” You accuse.

He doesn’t even have the decency to deny it,

“What are you going to do darling? Arrest me?” is his reply.

He doesn’t slow down for a single second, ushering you into a dark alley near the tavern.

“Astarion what are we doing? You can’t just wander into abandoned alleyways at night! This is how people get kidnapped.”

His startled gaze clashes with yours in the dim light for a moment before he laughs. Not an amused genuine laugh, but a pained, choked sound that claws its way out of his throat involuntarily. He runs a hand through his hair once again and then turns away from you, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“It is indeed, darling,” He whispers so quietly you have to lean towards him to hear it. 

“You have no idea.”

You don’t have time to react, the alcohol slowing your reflexes, before his hand is around your throat and your back is against the brick wall of whatever building is behind you. You reach up and grab his wrist, eyes widening in panic. For a flash you see in your mind your body lying asphyxiated in the revealing light of morning, another victim to the merciless city of Baldur’s gate, and you prepare to fight like hell, when Astarion lunges for you and…

Kisses you?

Your brain short circuits, all thoughts drifting away with the sensation of Astarion’s mouth on yours. His hand around your throat gentles, his long fingers drifting over your skin until they press into your pulse point, feeling your racing heartbeat. 

You fist his shirt sleeve in your hand. Maybe it's because you’re smashed, maybe it’s because you can’t remember the last time someone kissed you, maybe it’s because you know no one that’s ever kissed you has been as good at it as this man- whatever the reason may be, you kiss him back. 

He tilts his head and deepens the kiss, stepping closer until his body is pressed against yours. You reach up to do what you’ve been dying to do since you first saw him and feel the soft strands of his hair.

He leans into your touch and it emboldens you to kiss him deeper, your tongue scraping against something… sharp?

He gasps and pulls back, just a few inches, staring into your eyes. He seems to be searching for something, almost desperately.

You stare back, equal parts terrified of and enraptured by this beautiful stranger.

Finally, he drops his hand from your neck and steps back, the cold air assaulting you once more as you crash back down to reality. You gaze at Astarion, confusion written all over your features.

“I can’t do this” He laughs. It sounds just as pained as the last one.

“Can’t do what?”

“I can’t bring you to him”

His head snaps up to the sky, studying the stars.

“I still have time to find another. Petras saw me with you, he’ll tell Cazador if I come back with someone else. But I can lie. I can say you knew what I was, escaped before I could lure you back. Maybe he won't question it. I’d spend a few weeks in the kennels but it could be worse. I can’t tell him I changed my mind, I can’t spend another year in that tomb.” He’s rambling now, not to you but to himself. 

He rubs his face in his hands and takes another stumbling step back.

“Go” Is all he says.

“Go? Go where?” You mumble, feeling cold and strangely a little hurt by his retreat into the shadows.

You don’t have dark vision, in the dim torch light much of his face is now hidden from you, but his eerily red eyes seem to glow like a cat’s now in the dark. The sight fills you with dread. Pieces begin to connect, the hundreds of unsolved missing person cases, the handful of eyewitness accounts claiming they saw the missing leave with someone. The descriptions varied, but a few details remained constant. The unknown person was always charming, flirtatious even, they tried to get their victims intoxicated in some way, and they always had a pallid complexion, red eyes, and sharp canines. Sifting sluggishly through your muddled memories you can even recall a couple of accounts of victims leaving taverns on the arm of a white haired pale elven man.

Astarion was a vampire.

“Go back to the courts,” He begins, “and never apologize to Judge Eruien. Stand up to him when he’s being an ass, he’ll never respect you otherwise. Go back home and lock your doors safely behind you. Never invite anyone in unless you trust them implicitly. Go back to your life in the sun, make Baldur’s gate a little better just by being in it, and if you ever-” He leans toward you, his face inches from yours once more. Now that you know what to look for, you catch glimpses of his uncomfortably long canines with every word that he speaks. 

“See anyone with eyes like mine again… run.”

With that he steps back into the shadows. They seem to swallow him whole, and you do run, a small voice in the back of your mind reminding you that you never told Astarion the name of that judge you were lamenting about.

In the years that follow you take his advice, and your work life drastically improves. Enough so that you feel comfortable asking the old elven judge about his former magistrates, a tear dripping down your cheek as he tells you what he can recall about a white haired elf with golden eyes and a promising future that was ripped away when he was murdered almost two centuries ago by a gang of Gur that didn’t appreciate his final ruling.

A month later you wake up in a nautiloid.

[apolloendymion]

ok! i think tumblr ate my fucking apple cider recipe post. still, my autumn equinox tradition must carry on!

Apollo's Foolproof From-Scratch Apple Cider That Was So Good It Allegedly Landed Me A Boyfriend

you will need:

12 apples (the variety is up to you, i usually do half granny smith and half whatever's on sale plus a red delicious for garnishing)

10oz raisins

cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg, allspice, cardamom pods, any other warming spices u like (whole > ground) (follow ur heart on the amounts, it's like garlic just throw so much in there. just go wild)

1 orange

brown sugar (i don't have measurements but be prepared to use a LOT lmao, i always buy at least one 32oz bag. you'll be sweetening to taste.)

large pot with lid

potato masher (optional)

two large bowls/pots/receptacles to strain the cider into

fine mesh strainer

cheesecloth or coffee filters (optional)

apple corer or knife

citrus zester

slotted spoon or ladle

the steps:

1. scrub apples gently under hot water to remove grocery store wax coating. core apples making sure all seeds & stems are removed. add apples, raisins, and mulling spices to pot with enough water to fully cover ingredients, and bring to boil. reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 1 hour.

2. scrub orange to remove wax. zest and juice, avoiding the pith & seeds. use a potato masher or other utensil to lightly mash boiled apple mixture so every apple slice is at least partially broken up, then add the zest & juice to the pot. bring back to boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for another hour. then turn off the heat and allow mixture to cool.

3. place two mesh strainers over two bowls or pots (and cover each with a cheesecloth or coffee filters, if you have them). with a slotted spoon or ladle, remove as much of the solids from the pot as you can and place them in one strainer (the larger one, if they are different sizes) to drain, then press out as much liquid into the cheesecloth as possible.

4. pour the cider from the simmer pot into the second cheesecloth and press. combine the liquid from both bowls.

5. add brown sugar to taste

cooking tips:

the times listed above are bare minimums. once all the ingredients are in the pot (minus sugar!) you can simmer as long as you want, so long as someone's nearby to supervise.

always add any sweeteners after the cooking process. otherwise, they'll burn and make the whole thing bitter.

if it's too acidic, add baking soda or more spices. if it's not acidic enough, add lemon juice, additional orange juice, or apple cider vinegar.

variations:

add 12oz fresh cranberries to the first step

sub oranges for lemons or apple cider vinegar

sub brown sugar for straight molasses, maple syrup, or alternative sweetener of your choice (I'd imagine fig or other fruit-based sweeteners would work best)

report back to me if you try something new!! i want to hear how it turned out!

serving suggestions:

add three or four cinnamon imperials (red hots) to your mug, along with a dash of fireball whiskey if you're so inclined. i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing this tastes.

garnish with apple slices, orange slices, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise

if you have dairy-free ice cream on hand, pour some cider over a scoop. you can use dairy ice cream, but it's more likely to curdle.

freeze some in an ice cube tray, then blend with some non-frozen cider for a slushie

ok I've never tried this, but i bet blending with pumpkin puree would slap. PLEASE tell me if you try it

this makes a metric fuckload of cider, which is very rich and can be watered down considerably (seriously). share with your friends and/or freeze some to last the season (or halve it, i guess, but that's no fun :P)

[htchnr]

♰ high and dry ༻ J. MACMILLAN.*ೃ˚

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ alcohol ⋆ licking/sucking spilled wine off of skin ⋆ slight drunk sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slight overstimulation ⋆ swearing ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ the tension had been high between the two of you since the day he waltzed into the office. weeks passed and nothing but fighting had happened, will a few spilled drops of wine finally make you two snap? WC ➻ 2,1K.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the night was lively, wine flowed constantly almost like a fountain and the company was even better. you were both a little drunk, Joe holding his just a smidge better than you. you were sat beside each other on his couch, knees touching as you sat facing each other.

the air grew more tense by the minute — between your glances to his jawline as he tipped his glass back and his wanting eyes on your lips as you'd lick a little drop of red wine from them — you felt on fire.

"so, Joseph," you grinned, looking at him through your lashes. "where do you see this, 'internet', in the future?" you leaned in a little closer, not missing his brow twitching at the sound of his full name and his eyes flicking to your scandalously low cut dress, eyeing your cleavage for a second before dragging his eyes back up.

his eyes are intense as he watches you, "well," he starts, pausing his sentence to focus on you tipping the last contents of your glass back. though you jump a little as you notice a little spilling from your lips, the deep red liquid dribbling down your throat and dripping onto your chest. Joe's eyes are intently watching the liquid roll lower, and lower, and lower — finding himself unable to tear his eyes from it.

"shit, do you have a papertowel or?" you ask, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. you watch Joe pull his eyes away from the liquid now pooling atop your breasts, and you're mentally thanking yourself for putting on this bra tonight, else the liquid would've probably cascaded down between them with ease.

he leans in and your breath catches as one of his large hands snakes its way around your waist, his deep brown eyes couldn't be described as anything less than absolutely intense as he looked at you. "may i?" he muttered, and your chest rises with the realisation of what he's about to do.

he watches your brows twitch up in anticipation, your head nodding. "please," comes the word he's dying to hear from you, in a desperate whisper.

and that's all it takes for him to lean down and latch his lips onto your slightly red stained chest, firm lips moving down to lap up the wine that had pooled between your breasts. you let out an involuntary moan at the feeling of his tongue dragging against your skin as it gathers the liquid.

you free hand shot up to gently hold the back of his neck as he lapped up the wine, trailing a few firm open mouthed kisses further down.

your head is dropped back in pleasure as his lips dragging around, his hand on your waist sliding down to grip your hip desperately. you let out a pleasured gasp as he experimentally nips at the soft flesh, your fingers tangling into his hair.

his lips drag upwards, trailing up the base of your neck in a flurry of pure pleasure. once he reaches your jaw your hand slides to pull him up by his jaw and smash your lips to his in a painful mash of teeth and tongue, your other hand desperately trying to pull his body closer to yours.

a low moan of surprise is pulled from his throat, only to be swallowed by your lips as he shifts at your hands demand. his large hands and slender fingers take ahold of your hips and roughly manoeuvre them so he can drape your legs over the tops of his thighs on either side of his hips from his kneeling position on the couch.

you let out a surprised yet pleasured sound at the sudden movements, your dress hiking up your thighs as he leans over you, his throbbing hard on now pressed deliciously against your core through his slacks.

oh fuck, this was going to be good.

you were practically chanting your pleas at this point, your fingers along with his slender ones were fumbling to get his belt undone, yours trembling in anticipation and desperation.

you nearly let out a moan as his hips press forward into yours as he pulls his belt loose and drops it beside the couch. your hands shoot forward to unbutton and unzip his slacks, desperate pants leaving your lips once you're pulling his slacks down his hips and shoving them below your thighs that rest over his.

Joe reaches for your underwear, long fingers searching for the fabric at the side of your hips, only to find nothing. his eyes flick down to yours, "cheeky thing, expected something tonight? hm?" he spoke in an almost mocking tone.

you only let out a breath that nearly turned into a moan, fingers yanking him down by his tie. "just fuck me already Joseph," you moan against his lips, your free hand palming him over his boxers. he groaned loudly against your lips, eyes closing as he achingly rocked his hips against your palm, which in turn rocked against your sopping core causing you to moan.

his hands shoved down his boxers and your hand immediately wrapped around his impressive length, moaning at the feeling of him. Joe in turn moaned, hips stuttering as you slowly pumped him.

he grunted against your lips, hands roughly throwing your legs over his shoulders as he pressed impossibly close. you both moaned as his hard cock slid through your soaked folds, the sound of it filling his apartment. "you want this?" he pants against your lips.

you frantically nod, "fucking fuck me Joseph, fuck me like you want to every time we fight at the office," you moan against his ear, and he loses it.

he slides through your folds one last time, fully coating his generous length before shoving it in, bottoming out immediately. a loud erotic gasp leaves your lips at the feeling, yelling out, "oh shit-!" while your eyes roll back.

he stills for a second, no more, before pulling out and slamming right back in. "shit!" you cry out, your nails digging into his exposed forearms.

he sets a relentless pace, his hips knocking against you in a deliciously bruising way. "yeah?" he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out louder. "do you know how fucking infuriating you are?" he grunts against your throat, his teeth dragging across the skin.

his eyes close as he focuses on the feeling of your warm wet walls constricting around him. "no one but relatives call me Joseph," he groans a hard thrust punctuating his name, "everyone in the damn office calls me Joe," another hard thrust, "everyone, except, you," a cry is violently yanked from between your lips with every hard thrust after every word.

your head lols back against the arms of the couch as he fucks you hard. "oh yeah?-!" you moan out, "do i get on your nerves that much?" your brows furrowed and eyes rolled back.

he groans loudly as you tighten around him, the thought of him having to jack off in the mens bathroom after one of your fights turned you on beyond anything. "do you- ah!- fuck your fist out of frustration, wishing it was me bent over your desk instead when i walk out?" you pant.

without warning he pulls out, strong hands flipping you over on your stomach as he moves back a little on the couch, before shoving your face down against the seat. a ridiculously lewd, almost pornographic moan leaves your lips as he slams himself back in, continuing the earth-shattering pace.

"does that get you off? huh?" he grunts, long fingers digging bruisingly into the plush flesh of your hips. your eyes roll back as the head of his cock bullies against your cervix. "don't think i haven't noticed what you're doing at the office," he pants, head hung low as he watches himself disappear inside you over, and over, and over.

your fingers dig into the soft couch, knuckles turning white. "wearing those damn short skirt and tight blouses, dropping things every time you're around-! me, just to bend over and pick that shit up." he groans, hips slamming into you. you let out a long string of moans, the familiar feeling rising below your stomach as his merciless thrust continue.

he notices you clenching sporadically around him, his hips stuttering with each clench. "but of course you know that i know it," he grunts, one of his hands sliding down the front of your hips, a loud cry spilling from you as two of his slender fingers press rough circles into your clit. your thighs shake, your hips jolting with pleasure.

"you-" he pants as neither the pace of his hips nor fingers falter, "you were just waiting for this weren't you? waiting for the- moment when i'd snap and just bend you over my desk, huh?" you could barely focus on his words as he fucked you, your hips starting to spasm as you're nearly thrown over the edge, white hot pleasure flooding your senses as you finally come with a high pitched cry.

he groans loudly as you spasm around him, his own release not far behind. his hips falter as his hand leaves your overstimulated clit, dragging it's way up your clothed chest until his long slender fingers wrapping themselves around your throat and pulling you upright. "shit-!" you cry out, a few tears dripping down your face like the wine had dripped down your chest.

his shirt-covered toned chest is pressed flat up against your back as he fucks up into you from this new position. god lord, could this man fuck. "where do you want it?" he grunts against your ear, teeth nipping at the flesh.

you drop your head against his shoulder, "inside-!" you moan, "i need your cum in me Joe!" you whine, your thighs spasming as he fucks up into you relentlessly.

he lets out a strangled moan against your ear at the sound of your words. "was that all it took- for you to say my damn name?" he panted, his hips faltering as he got closer and closer to his release. "a good fucking is all you needed?" he grunts as his pace picks up, he's so damn close. "should've done this sooner then,"

one of your hands comes up to wrap around his hand holding your throat, fingers tightening around his. your other hand reaches around you and him, finding purchase tangling in his hair. he groans, slender fingers tightening around your throat, relishing the moan that's pulled out from between your lips as he does so. "please come for me," you choke out, voice raw from the crying and constricted by his fingers.

Joe groans again, tilting your head towards his on his shoulder. "beg for it then, sweetheart,"

your eyes clench shut and your brows furrow — never in a million years did you think you'd beg for MacMillan, but with the way his cock is relentlessly bullying your walls and cervix you'd do almost anything. "please-!" you whine, "please give me your cum!"

his hips stutter at your words, "you'll get it," he groans, his pace quickening before slamming to a halt. you both moan as you feel him violently twitch inside you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls as he roughly fucks his cum up into you. with a final stutter his hips still, pressed firmly up against you as you both pant heavily.

after a minute he loosens his hold on your throat, his fingers trailing down the front of your dress. his hand comes to a stop just beneath your breasts, holding you firmly as he leans down, his hand stopping you from fully dropping forward against the seat of the couch. you sag, hips remaining in place as you fully relax forward onto the seat.

it takes the both of you a little bit to calm down. you whimper reluctantly as he pulls out, watching his cum follow as it slowly drips out if you and onto the front of his slacks. he remains there for a second more, unable to tear his eyes away from your leaking hole.

he moves your legs off of his, getting up off the couch with a slight tremble in his legs. he walks over to the bathroom, grabbing and wetting a wash cloth as he scrubs at the front of his slacks to get the worst off. he saunters back over to the couch, leaning down behind you as he cleans the remainder of his spent off you before chucking the washcloth on the coffee table.

he lets out a yawn as he settles down behind you, leaning forward to pull your tired form by your hips and position you so you're laying between his long legs while resting against his chest. you slump against him, a hand coming to rest against his clothed chest beside your face. you could feel his heartbeat below your fingertips.

you let out a long sigh, slowly drifting to sleep from pure exhaustion. Joe following not too far behind.

i hope this was good!! i had such fun writing it 🤭 just started watching Halt and Catch Fire (just finished s1 so no spoilers pls!) and i'm determined to single handedly revive this fandom cause FOUR total fics EVER of this man is a CRIME.

anyways, my requests are open for this man!! 😁 please, any and all ideas (within my guidelines though.) are welcome!

[faegoddessog]

Day 20: what happens when he steals the covers

January's DDof AB @dailydoseofaustinbutler

Warnings: Mature Content 18+, petting, carresses, bits and bobs smooshed together.

Decided to put the cart before the horse here, 🎶let's get down to bidness, to fuck... someone🎶😈😉🤭

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“Plunk”... “plink”... “plink plunk”...

I mean, I was already in that nearly awake place of light sleep but it was the crack of thunder that woke me with a start. Even though the rain on the metal roof of the cabin was muffled by the attic, the big drops on the old gutters plinked and plonked their way to my ears no matter where I was in the house.   It wasn't actually a problem once the rain got thrumming  but those first few big drops of these summer rains always got my attention.

I took the opportunity to pee, my feet quietly padding on the thick, soft carpet.  It was a little chilly in the wee hours. We had arrived late last night and had barely had time to put away the groceries  before other things took priority. Other things that didn’t lend themselves to pajamas. Not like I wore clothes much at the cabin anyway.  

Lightning flashed through the sheer curtains as I made my way back to the soft, comfy bed I had insisted on buying. This cabin was my family's, but I was the only one who really used it on the regular anymore. A couple of hours out from the city and I had twenty wooded acres of pure, stark-naded paradise plus all the amenities of home to boot. 

I stopped at the foot of the bed, the quick flash of light revealing just what had happened to the covers I’d tossed back. He happened to them, all of them bundled into a mound around him with barely a corner for me to  warm my cold tootsies.  All I could see of him in the dim light was his mussed shock of blonde hair, dark in contrast to the clean white linens. Ok, maybe not that clean after last night’s exertions. 

How I had gotten here, I didn't quite know. But here I was and there was no way I was going to look this gift horse in the mouth. 

I was older. 

He was far prettier. 

I could have felt out of my league, except that he wouldn't let me. He made me feel like a goddess. He saw me,  the real me and it didn't scare him one bit. He seemed to love it, in fact and answered in kind with his authentic self. Like he could be anything but. 

What we were, beyond lovers, was undefined. We had met at a New Years bash and had ended up next to each other at midnight. He pulled me into the most incredible first kiss, despite the liquid courage we both had running through our systems. We watched the sunrise together drinking, get this, tea, fucking tea like victorians.   He called me the next afternoon and it wasn’t long after that we ended up in bed together.  A lot.  We gradually spent more and more time together. Honestly, it was natural and almost effortless. 

I think he liked being with me because I never pressured him to be something for me, didn’t talk about commitment or kids or being official. I liked him for him, not because he was a famous actor. All I wanted was him for as long as I could manage. 

I didn't shame him for being himself. If he needed some time alone to recharge, I didn’t worry that he was losing interest.  I wasn’t weird about it when he was on red carpets and seeming to flirt with the interviewers or fans. I knew he wasn't actually flirting, he was just being nice. 

I could relate. How many people in the past had assumed I was hitting on them when I too was just being nice? I used to say ‘you’ll know I'm flirting when I’m on your lap with my tongue in your mouth.’ 

What the casual observer didn’t understand was that he didn’t ‘flirt’ when he was actually interested in you; he surveyed, he weighed, then he pounced. 

What I had gleefully discovered was that once he had let down his guard, once he knew he could trust me and that I wasn’t gonna treat him like a prize; Austin Butler had the sex drive of a race horse in heat. 

And I fucking loved it. Now it may or may not be exacerbated by the plain fact that my sexual expertise, experience and drive was unmatched by his younger women partners of the past. Very little phased me and nearly everything about him turned me on. I had taken every single thing he had thrown at me and did nothing but as for more.  I think that was why he agreed to come with me for this week, to see if he could make me tap out. I’m doubtful, but we can only try.

I sighed at the end of the bed, I had no illusions about just how in love I'd fallen with him. Inevitable really. He had a way about him that made everyone he met feel like they were the only person in the world. Everyone fell in love with him, if only a little.

As the rain began in earnest,  I decided that trying to extricate my part of the sheets without waking him would be an exercise in frustration. Why not wake him in the best way? Plus it was getting cold out here and I knew he slept hot. With all my covers, how could he not! 

I snagged a couple  breath mints from the side table and popped one in my mouth. I palmed the other for him. Listen, I may be as horny as a he-goat, but I don’t put up with ‘morning breath’ from either of us. I like fresh mouths, clean bodies, and lots of naked skin.

I found an edge on his erstwhile burrito wrap and sidled my way next to his warmth. I savored every square inch of what turned out to be his back. 

Once I had cuddled up, seeming to have not disturbed his beauty slumber, I slid my hands lightly up and down his thighs. I knew it was soothing when he did it to himself. Go ahead, watch him in an interview, see what his hands do to his legs,  especially if he’s nervous.  But I had found out just how hard he got when someone else did it to him, or at least when I did.

I pressed soft kisses between his shoulder blades. He was taller than me, but being the big spoon definitely made me seem even shorter. I felt him stir almost immediately. His gravely “mmph” started the tell-tale tingle in my vagina. I let my hand roam up his hip, past his side and onto his chest. When it dipped dangerously close to his cock I could hear the ignition of his desire in his exhale. I let my hand  settle in the middle of his chest.

He shifted, pressed himself back into me and I hugged him tight. His torso expanded in a big breath and his spine arched in a stretch that expanded up his arms and all the way down to his toes, which somehow didn’t pop out the bottom of the blankets, despite his long leggedness. 

Sweet lord in heaven he was sexy, is there a better word? Luscious? Alluring? Downright provocative?  He rolled onto his back exhaling and managing to wrap one arm protectively around me. 

“Mmmm,” he growled, “Whatcha doin’ PussyCat.” He knows how much I like it when he calls me pet names. 

“Tryin’ to warm up, Tiger” I replied. 

“Come’ere,” he brought his other arm to my hip. I wrapped my leg over his, my cold toes wiggling in between his knees. 

“Geeze, baby,” he jerked at the ice cubes of my toes, “what’s got you so cold?” “You,” I answered, dragging my fingertips over his abs. If I happen to bump into his hard cock, well, the mores the better. 

“Makes no sense cuz you’re too hot for me,” he smiles with his eyes still closed. 

“True,” I agreed, even though he knows I don’t in one sense. Not that I don’t think I’m sexy, it’s just that nothing and no one is too hot for him. When he was conceived, the angels sang and demons howled,  I’m sure of it. In fact I’m not wholly convinced that he’s fully human. 

“But baby, you stole all the covers and it’s rainin’ outside.” Light flashed faintly and the thunder punctuated the sentence for me.

“Oh Pussycat, I’m sorry,  got a velcro hip,” I can hear the little pout his lips are making and all I want to do is kiss those perfect lush lips.

I caressed my way down the front of his thigh again. I can feel him shudder.

“Well, now you have to pay, Mr. Butler,” I ran my hand deliberately over his half hard cock. 

“Fffff,” his breath hisses in, “Oh no,” he murmurs in fake distress, “I don’t have any cash on me, will you accept goods and services?”

“You are so sexy when you talk business,” I quip.

“To be rendered immediately, of course,” he clarifies with a serious voice. 

“Hmm, well, if you mean these goods,” I cupped my hand in his crotch, “I accept. I do so enjoy a good servicing.”

“Oh Pussycat, get up here” he growled. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled me on top of that fucking gorgeous body that he worked so hard to maintain. My toes tucked under his thighs and I crunched on the mint in my mouth so he could hear. His mouth was already open and I thumbed the extra one between his lips. He knew me so well. 

His cock, hard now, was trapped in the pocket of warmth between us. I took great delight in feeling it against my belly, shifting side to side as he crunched his mint. He flexed against me, making himself twitch.

“Who knew that icy mint could be so sexy,” he comments.

Then his hand was on the back of my neck pulling me upwards, and his mouth on mine.

Austin has spoiled me with the quality of his kisses.  Always the perfect pressure,  perfect intensity for the situation at hand. Soft and light in public, gentle and slow just before he says goodbye, moderate and full of smiles when we see one another again. Each leaves my lips tingling like living kava. Here, now, in the quiet of the night,  his kiss was deep and demanding. His mouth is a sensual mix of exploring tongue and soft lips. This was my favorite of his kisses.

Sharp hip bones prodded my inner thighs.  If I wasn’t careful, I’d end up with bruises there… again. 

His rakish ass clenched and his hard shaft pressed against my spread labia.

“My God, are you already wet?” he whispered against my lips.

“You know I prefer Goddess, and yes I am,” my hips rocked against his hardness to emphasize my point.

‘Mmm, Vixen,” he groaned. 

[seventeenytiny]

Alone Time - Felix Drabble

Smut: Minors DNI

Felix buys himself a new bear plushie to “play” with while he’s home alone. oh did I mention his bladder is full?

Contains - Smut, Minors DNI, male masturbation, piss kink, stuffed animals, femboy Felix

Word Count - 677

Author’s Note - Okay this might be the filthiest thing I’ve written, at the very least a top contender. So this is completely inspired by this video right here (this link sends you directly to a real porn video!) I came across this video and this is honestly something I wouldn’t usually click on but something about it really got to me. And then I started thinking, hmm what if this was Felix? So then I had to write it down. If you aren’t into piss, don’t read this! Not every kink is for everyone :)

Felix pulled out his new stuffed bear with shaky hands, his breathing heavy. He was so, so excited to finally try this.

He had on his cute little outfit consisting of thigh-high tights and a skirt, an outfit he had been saving for the right moment. The waistband of his skirt pushed against his bladder, reminding him of how achingly full he was. Once he found out he was going to be able to have some alone time at the dorms tonight he began chugging water right away. Even Seungmin noticed, commenting on how squirmy Felix was getting right before he headed out.

Felix was hard, painfully hard, his dick trapped by the confines of his pretty lace panties. He takes a deep breath and pulls down his panties, the cool air hitting his cock has him shivering from sensitivity. He lifts up his skirt to stroke himself, quiet moans slipping past his plump lips. His cock was red and swollen, a bead of precum was already forming at his tip. He stands near the edge of his bed, holding the legs of the bear together as he stuffs his cock in between them. He grinds against the bear, the soft fabric against the velvety skin of his member brings him pure pleasure. 

The feeling of fullness in his bladder only elevates his sensitivity. He grinds and fucks into the toy, doing his best to hold his bladder as long as he can. It gets harder and harder to hold, beads of sweat form on his forehead as he bites down on his lip. He lets out a whimper, his legs are now shaking from desperation. He steadies himself and stops grinding into the toy, he holds his cock over the belly of the bear, a tiny stream of piss coming out. He swallows hard, trying to not release his bladder all at once. He lets out another spurt, a hissing sound can be heard as the golden liquid hits the plushie. He pauses again, watching his mess get absorbed by the bear.

He ruts into the bear again, his bladder still quite full. The fabric of the toy is wet and warm, a sensation he’s never quite felt. He whines with each move, enjoying himself and how filthy he feels. He starts to let more piss out with each thrust, spurts covering the toy, some missing it and covering his bed sheets. 

The relief of his bladder aids in pleasure, yet he stops his hips again. He holds the bear still and releases a steady stream right on to its face, the large amount of cotton in its head has no problem absorbing all the liquid. Felix cries out, his legs unsteady as he can finally feel the pain of his bladder go away. The sound of his piss hissing as it hits the toy is all he can hear. 

He begins to grind back into the bear, piss spraying everywhere again as his bladder nears empty. His breathing calms slightly once he’s emptied everything out onto the bear. He’s never been harder as he fucks into the toy, it now dripping with his mess. Wet sounds fill the room as he pounds into it as if his life depends on it. He can feel his climax approaching, that familiar feeling builds up fast as his cock twitches. He gives a couple more thrusts before white ropes of cum cover the plushie, he sobs as the best orgasm of his life takes over his body. His whole body shakes before he falls against his bed. He’s disheveled, his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and his skirt wet and clinging to his legs. He looks over to the stuffed animal, absolutely drenched with his piss and cum, the toy hardly resembles the soft fluffy bear it once was when he first got it.  

Felix smiles to himself, happy to finally live out a fantasy of his. This will be his little secret, no one will ever know what he did while he was left alone.

[tanjamikaelson]

STRANGE LOVE - CHAPTER 38

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 38: | YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY |

Allison sat at the Island Club with Jessica, the two women deep in conversation, laughing as they waited for their drinks and for their boyfriends to arrive. The atmosphere was light, filled with the usual buzz of chatter, clinking glasses, and the hum of background music. Outside, Rafe and Brandon were standing near the entrance, discussing business. Brandon was interested in buying some gold from Rafe, and they were wrapping up the details of the deal.

As the bartender placed their drinks on the table, Allison barely had time to react when, out of nowhere, a glass of red wine was spilled all over her pristine white dress. The dark liquid soaked through the fabric, staining it instantly. Her breath caught in her throat as her hands instinctively shot to her lap, her eyes wide in disbelief.

Allison’s head snapped up, her heart racing with anger. Standing there, looking smug, was Sofia. That smug, satisfied smirk on her face told Allison everything she needed to know—this wasn’t an accident.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Allison’s voice rang out, sharp and furious, drawing the attention of everyone around them. Conversations in the club quieted, and eyes turned toward the scene unfolding.

Sofia, pretending to look apologetic, offered a half-hearted, "I’m so sorry." But the insincerity was evident in her tone as if she was amused by the chaos she had just caused.

Allison clenched her jaw, her hands shaking with the urge to do more than just yell. She was seething, humiliated, and the sight of Sofia’s smug face made her blood boil.

Before Allison could react further, a strong hand grabbed Sofia’s arm, pulling her away from the table. It was Rafe. His jaw was set, and the fury in his eyes was unmistakable as he yanked Sofia aside, out of the crowd’s view.

“What the hell, Sofia?” Rafe’s voice was low but brimming with anger, barely contained as he glared down at her. The look on his face was one she had never seen before—pure frustration and disgust.

Sofia tried to play innocent, her expression quickly turning into a false display of regret. “I apologized, Rafe,” she said, her voice soft, attempting to sound sincere. “It was an accident.”

Rafe raised his hand, cutting her off mid-sentence, his patience long gone. “Don’t bullshit me, Sofia,” he snapped, his voice dangerously calm. “You did that on purpose, and we both know it.”

Sofia’s eyes widened as she realized she had pushed too far, but she tried to recover. “No, I swear, I didn’t—” she stammered, her words faltering under his intense gaze.

But Rafe wasn’t having any of it. His next words were cold, laced with venom, and designed to cut deep. “Don’t think for a second that you mean anything to me,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “You never did, and you never will. You’re just a pogue—desperate for attention.”

Sofia’s face fell, her bravado crumbling under the weight of his words. Her eyes flickered with a mix of sadness, jealousy, and anger, the humiliation of being dismissed so easily cutting deep. She had hoped to get a reaction out of him, but not like this. Not to be reminded that she was nothing to him.

Rafe didn’t spare her another glance. Without a second thought, he turned on his heel and made his way back to Allison, who was still fuming at the table, her stained dress a painful reminder of the encounter. Jessica was by her side, trying to help wipe away the wine, but it was a lost cause.

As Rafe approached, he softened, his anger dissipating the moment he saw the frustration on Allison’s face. Without saying a word, he slipped off his suit jacket and gently draped it around her shoulders, the gesture warm and protective.

Allison looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and for a brief moment, the tension in her body eased. His jacket felt heavy but comforting, shielding her from the humiliation she had just endured. Rafe’s hand found hers, squeezing it lightly as if to reassure her that he was there, that he had her back.

Sofia stood at the corner of the room, her heart sinking as she watched Rafe care for Allison, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. The sting of rejection was sharp, and the words he had thrown at her echoed in her mind, leaving her feeling small and insignificant. She had lost—lost his attention, lost whatever fantasy she had built up in her mind. Watching him with Allison, Sofia realized that she had never really stood a chance.

Allison sat in her seat, still fuming as she tried to wipe the wine from her dress. The weight of Rafe’s jacket around her shoulders grounded her a little, offering some comfort after the humiliating encounter with Sofia. She hated how exposed and embarrassed she had felt in front of everyone at the club, but Rafe’s presence, his unwavering defense of her, made her feel seen in a different way. Protected. Cherished.

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked softly, his voice calm now as he crouched beside her chair, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His eyes searched hers, full of concern.

Allison nodded slowly, her breath catching in her throat. “I just… I can’t believe her.” Her voice was shaky with leftover anger, but her gaze softened when she met his. “Thank you for stepping in.”

“I wasn’t going to let her get away with that,” Rafe replied, his tone firm. “No one messes with you, not like that.” He squeezed her hand, his thumb gently rubbing across her knuckles, trying to soothe her frayed nerves.

Allison looked down at her stained dress, feeling a mix of frustration and vulnerability. “This was one of my favorite dresses,” she muttered, half-heartedly laughing, though her mood was still dampened.

Rafe smiled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he promised his voice light, trying to lift the weight of the situation.

Allison couldn’t help but smile at that, a small one, but genuine. “I only need one,” she said, leaning into him, finding comfort in his steady presence.

Jessica, who had been quietly watching from the side, leaned in as well. “We can head out if you want, Allie,” she offered gently, knowing her friend had been through enough for one night. “I think a bottle of wine and a movie sounds much better than staying here.”

Allison looked over at Jessica, grateful for the suggestion. She was tired and emotionally drained, and the idea of escaping to the comfort of home sounded perfect. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

・ • ・ • ・

The weekend had arrived, and with it, a task Allison had been dreading: retrieving her belongings from the house she had shared with her mother. Rafe accompanied her, his presence a silent support as they approached the familiar door. Allison’s heart was heavy with the memories of all the arguments, the harsh words, the constant feeling of not being enough—all of it swirled in her mind. But with a deep breath, she pushed those memories aside and inserted the key, feeling Rafe’s quiet strength beside her.

Inside, the house was eerily still. It felt hollow, almost abandoned. Her mother’s absence hung in the air like a heavy shadow, and the silence made Allison’s heart feel even heavier.

As they stepped into the living room, something caught her attention. A card sat on the coffee table, her name written across the front in her mother’s familiar handwriting. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if she wanted to read whatever message her mother had left behind. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it.

Inside she found a card bright and colorful—a stark contrast to the emotions churning inside her. Tucked inside, she found an envelope containing a few hundred-dollar bills and a note that read, “I hope you have a wonderful birthday, coming up soon! Since we probably won’t see each other, I leave you this gift.”

Allison let out a bitter laugh, her fingers gripping the card tightly. “She’s trying to bribe me with money,” she said, holding the card up to show Rafe as he stepped closer.

Rafe’s brow furrowed as he glanced at the card, then back at Allison. He could see the hurt etched in her features, the way the strained relationship with her mother still weighed on her. "Maybe she’s really sorry for what she said,” he suggested, his voice gentle, though he knew the damage ran deep.

Allison scoffed, shaking her head as she placed the card down with more force than necessary. “Yeah, I doubt that,” she muttered, her voice tinged with bitterness. Deep down, though, there was a small part of her that wished things could have been different, that her mother’s apology could somehow heal the wounds between them.

Together, they headed to her room. The space that had once been a haven now felt foreign to her, like a chapter she had already closed. Her belongings had been neatly packed into boxes and suitcases. Allison sighed, a mix of relief and sadness washing over her.

Rafe, ever the supportive presence, began helping her carry the boxes to the car. He took on most of the load, insisting that Allison shouldn’t wear herself out. He moved with ease, his muscles flexing with each lift, his focus entirely on making sure she didn’t have to bear any extra burden.

When they returned back to Tanny Hill Rafe carried boxes to their bedroom. As they worked in quiet unison, Allison couldn’t help but steal glances at him. There was something reassuring in his steady movements, in the way he was always there to help without asking for anything in return. Despite everything that was happening, his presence grounded her.

She leaned against the doorway, wiping a strand of hair from her face, watching him as he placed the last box on the floor. Her lips curled into a small smile. There was something about the way Rafe moved, the way his presence filled the room, that drew her in.

“Rafe,” she called out playfully, her voice soft but teasing, “You look really hot right now.”

Rafe turned to her, a grin spreading across his face as he wiped his hands on his jeans and closed the distance between them. His eyes sparkled with amusement, knowing the game she was playing. “Only right now?” he teased, cocking an eyebrow playfully.

“Always,” Allison replied, her eyes tracing the curve of his bicep as he moved closer. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the strength beneath her fingertips. “But especially now.”

Rafe chuckled, the sound deep and warm as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “You should’ve seen me handling the cross,” he said with a smirk, nodding toward the boxes. “This is nothing.”

Allison’s heart raced as he leaned in, their faces only inches apart. Her breath hitched, a familiar heat rising between them.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire as she tugged at his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

Rafe responded instantly, his hands sliding down her sides as their kiss deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second. His fingers brushed the hem of her dress, pushing it up her thighs as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their lips never broke apart as he carried her toward the bed, his touch igniting a fire inside her that burned brighter with every movement.

He laid her down gently, hovering above her, his eyes dark with longing as he trailed soft kisses down her neck. Each kiss sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her heart race. Allison’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that matched her own.

“I want to be on top,” Allison whispered, her voice breathless as she tugged at his shirt. Rafe pulled away slightly, giving her just enough space to flip him onto his back. His body hit the mattress with a soft thud, and Allison quickly straddled his hips, grinning down at him.

Rafe’s hands immediately found her hips, his palms squeezing her butt as he grinned up at her. “I’m all yours. Do what you want.”

Allison’s grin widened, her hands slipping beneath his shirt as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his chest. “Oh yeah? I like the sound of that.” She slowly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard lines of his muscles beneath. Her lips began to explore his chest, her kisses soft but deliberate, working her way down to his abs as she felt him tense beneath her touch.

Her lower body moved against him, unable to stay still, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her. Rafe groaned softly, feeling the pressure build as his erection strained against the fabric of his jeans, pressing harder against her with each movement. He reached for the hem of her dress, urging her to take it off. With a quick motion, she pulled the dress over her head, tossing it onto the floor, leaving her in only her underwear.

Rafe’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, licking his lips in anticipation. Allison grinned wickedly as she unbuttoned his pants, standing briefly to slide them down along with his boxers. His hard length sprang free, and her breath hitched at the sight of him, her need growing with every passing second.

She quickly removed her panties and bra, standing in front of him for a brief moment, her eyes never leaving his. The air between them was thick with tension, charged with the anticipation of what was to come.

Rafe’s gaze followed her as she moved around the bed, his curiosity piqued when she smirked at him. “I wanna try sixty-nine,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

Rafe’s heart skipped a beat, and he gave a slight nod of approval, watching as she positioned herself over him, her core hovering just above his lips. His hands immediately reached up to cup her ass, pulling her down gently as his mouth met her wet heat.

Allison took his hard length in her hand, pumping him slowly, teasingly. She lowered her head, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard enough to elicit a deep moan from Rafe. The vibrations of his pleasure only fueled her own as his tongue darted inside her, swirling and flicking in a way that made her body tremble.

“Oh, God,” Allison moaned, her voice muffled as she worked her mouth up and down his length, taking him deeper into her throat with each movement. Rafe’s grip on her hips tightened, his tongue delving deeper into her core, his lips wrapping around her clit as he sucked with fervor.

The sounds of their shared pleasure filled the room—the wet slide of Allison’s mouth as she deep-throated him, the slick sounds of his tongue working her relentlessly. Rafe could feel himself losing control, his hips bucking into her mouth as he moaned against her.

He could feel her getting closer, the way her body tensed and quivered above him. He shifted, using his fingers to spread her open wider, his tongue delving deeper, tasting every inch of her. The way she moved on top of him, the sounds she made, everything about her drove him wild. He groaned into her as his fingers found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusting tongue.

“Are you ready to come for me, princess?” he asked huskily, his voice thick with need.

“Yes, please. Oh, please, baby,” Allison begged, her voice shaking as she teetered on the edge of release. She took him as deep as she could, her throat tightening around him as she fought the urge to gag.

“Oh, fuck,” Rafe growled, his voice strained as his orgasm hit him suddenly. His cock pulsed as he spilled into her mouth, and she swallowed it all, not missing a beat as she kept her pace. Rafe's pleasure didn’t stop him from continuing his assault on her clit, pushing her over the edge.

Allison’s body tensed, her hips pressing down against his face as her orgasm washed over her. She let go of his cock, her head falling back as she screamed out her release, her body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Rafe eagerly drank her in, his tongue working her through her climax until her body sagged, spent, and satisfied.

Rafe gently lifted her off him, laying her beside him on the bed. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, but a satisfied smile tugged at Allison’s lips as she looked at him.

“How was that?” she asked, her voice breathless but full of mischief.

“Amazing,” Rafe replied, his voice still rough. “But I really wanted to come inside your pussy, not your mouth. You deep-throating me ruined that.”

Allison chuckled softly. “You loved it.”

Rafe grinned, leaning over to kiss her softly. “I did. But now, I’m going to fuck you.” There was a command in his voice as he sat up, grabbing her hips. “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to take you from behind.”

Allison’s heart raced as she eagerly obeyed, turning over and presenting herself to him. She wiggled her hips teasingly, earning a playful smack on her ass from Rafe.

“Come on, Rafe. Show me what you can do,” she taunted, her voice laced with challenge.

Rafe smirked, positioning himself behind her as he lined himself up with her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from Allison. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

Allison moaned loudly, her body rocking with his every thrust. His pace was relentless, each movement sending shocks of pleasure through her as she pushed back against him. She thrived under his rough treatment, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as he fucked her hard and fast.

It didn’t take long for her to reach the edge again, her body trembling as her climax built. Rafe could feel her walls tightening around him, pushing him closer to his own release. With one final thrust, Allison’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing through her with a force that left her breathless. Rafe followed quickly behind, his own release hitting him as he emptied himself inside her, his body collapsing against her back as they both rode out the waves of their pleasure.

They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, their breaths ragged, and their bodies spent.

TAGS: @tiaamberxx @dominicfikexoxo @belle101200 @rafesbabygirlx

[sexilene]

figured its time for sum more chatting!

the springtime angel bombshell!!

makeup & tips to look like a glowing sweetheart angel! its spring! 🤍

here is my spring makeup routine that will leave you looking like a cherub, vs angel, glowing goddess! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

wanna look like this, this spring? 🌸🐇🧁

remember to moisturize, spf and tone before hand! here's what i use as prep 🌸

-charlotte tilbury magic cream or laneige water bank blue hyaluronic cream moisturizer

-beauty of joseon sunscreen relief sun

-lancome hydrating toner or the caudalie natural salicylic acid pore minimzing toner

now for primer here are my go to's (water based)

-charlottle tilbury invisible UV flawless primer SPF 50 ($$$ but heaven!)

-laura mercier pure canvas primer illuminating

-benefit cosmetics porrfessional lite primer water-based (classic, does the job!)

for foundation i usually use a minimal coverage or a skin tint...💁🏼‍♀️ (again, water based 💗)

-charlotte tilbury hollywood flawless filter (can you tell i love charlottle tilbury? lol)

-dior backstage face & body foundation (my forever re-stock)

-dior forever skin glow foundation SPF 15 (love this so so much)

-saie slip tint

-nars light reflecting advanced skincare foundation

concealer!! 💘

-charlottle tilbury beautiful skin medium to full coverage radiant concealer

-huda beauty glowish bright light hydrating sheer concealer

-MILK makeup hydrating concealer

-hourglass vanish™ airbrush concealer (omigodddd!!)

-dior backstage concealer (forever fave)

powders and blush! 🙋🏼‍♀️

-nars powder blush (classic, make sure you get a shade that will give you a rosy almost 'cold' look that matches your skin tone! you wanna look flushed!

-nars afterglow liquid blush

-westman atelier baby cheeks cream blush stick (very 80's)

-GXVE dewyplump collagen boosting cheek tint

-dior forever glow maximizer longwear liquid highlighter (make sure you get it in pink! ik its highlight but it works just the same, glowy and flushed!) 🌸

-drunk elephant rosi glow drops with vitamin f

-too faced cloud crush blurring blush (soft pink!)

-M.A.C mineralize blush (any of the pinks, omigodd woww)

-M.A.C extra dimension blush

-charlottle tilbury mini hollywood blush & glow palette (mix them with ur brush!!)

-givenchy powder

-charlottle tilbury airbrush flawless finish setting powder

-huda beauty bake powder

-hourglass powder

bronzers! wanna look sunkissed!!

-drunk elephant bronzing drops

-hourglass bronzer

-charlotte tilbury filmstar bronzer

-patrick ta bronzer (literally so 80s)

-l'oréal paris true match lumi glotion

setting spray to lock it in!

ive found that this one work best on me and i'm addicted to the smell! but honestly anyone that works best for you should do it! 💕

-charlotte tilbury airbrush flawless setting spray

eye-shadow! you wanna stick to whites, creams, light pinks, light browns

-maybelline expert wear eyeshadow in seashell

-clinique shadow in angel eyes + sugar cane!

-M.A.C eyeshadow in yougurt + blanc type

-too faced natural eyes eye shadow palette (i love this soo much, this is the perfect vibe)

-too faced born this way natural nudes mini eye shadow palette

mascara and lashes! thank goodness i was blessed with amazing lashes lol! i find that if you start by separating the lashes with a semi-dry fluffy mascara, then with a thin brushed mascara, then again with a non-dryed fluffy brush, it works wonders!

-lancome monsieur big volumizing mascara (i loooove thick fluffy brushes)

-too faced better than sex mascara

-lancome lash idôle lengthening & volumizing mascara

-glossier lash slick lift

-hourglass lengthening mascara

i do like to buy the individual natural cluster lashes to place on the outer corner of my eyes to give it that "eyeliner" look, like my lashes are so much longer there and i think it looks so ethereal!

lips! 💋 you want to stick with nudes and pinks, like you just ate red fruit and now your lips are stained, or like a glossed bombshell!

-charlotte tilbury lip cheat liner (ofccc! in pinks and nudes)

-this set ofc!

-too faced lip liner in post-op pink

-any of the pinky/nude nyx creamy long-lasting lip liner

-dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue

-charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose

-fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y

-charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (my signatures)

other tips!! ᥫ᭡‎₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘₊ ⊹

🌸 try and wear mainly white! and def try to mix in some pastels! white makes you look more kind and if you happen to meet the loyl white also gives the wife effect, look it up! its real! 💍

🌸 style your hair! make and effort its fun! you could also add some hair glitter/shine and hair perfume! (i'll make a rec list for these soon!)

🌸 this stuff is like, wow, did you just come back from a tea party at a magical fairy garden where it was raining cotton candy?! ☁️ ☁️

🌸 i find this to be like my little lucky charm and i think it actually works, but, bring around a tiny picture of your fave forest animal and its like all animals love you and i seem to always get the compliment that i would be a woodland flower princess that talks to animals! lol and animal lover always radiates the most angelic glow ugh!!! 💞🐇

🌸 make sure you are keepin up with your hygiene routine and the best no.1 tip is to be kind!! the kindest people are the most beautiful. (ofc when people take advantage of this kindness, pull back bc they obvi do not deserve your presence!)

love ya!

-lene pilar

[nono-uwu]

I lied i do have things to post lmao (tbf inspiration only struck me after that post), anyways

Demons!! Whoa

As always, lore utc ~

So. Ancient Greece. Dark Ages. There is this homeless orphan. Gets kidnapped and put into slave trade. None other than Sika Madu buys this kid up as they're 'special' in some way (hint: it's the blue eyes :) ). This kid hasn't known anything besides violence and cruelty, so they act out and disregard any act of kidness Sika Madu shows them. They frequently disobey him which leads to them finding out about the whole reviving angel Mikaela thing. Dies thanks to humonculus Yuu going beserk and gets turned into a vampire as a 3rd progenitor. Learns a bit more about the whole thing from Urd and Rigr and decides that this whole thing ain't fot them and they make a run for it, vowing revenge against Sika Madu somehow.

Fast forward to the middle ages. The noble Bathory family has their third child and first daughter, about two years after their second son, Ferid. Ferid does his thing and kills his parents, without the knowledge of his siblings. When Ferid is 16 and his sister around 13 or 14 he kills their older brother thanks to his new goal of stopping reincarnation (how that's supposed to help is beyond anyone atp). As he returns to his home, bloodied with his brother nowhere to be seen and said brothers sword in hand, his sister obviously freaks out and makes a run for it, piecing the incidents of her parents untimely deaths and this situation together. Throughout the chase through their home, Ferid, at first ,only gets to cut off a piece of his sister's hair. After a bit, he corners her and stabs her to near death. He drags her bleeding body all the way to a nearby forest, so she can die and become one with the plants she loved oh so much. He leaves to set off his convoluted plan(s) for the future while his sister's body rots away.

Little did he know, a certain rogue vampire that was nearby that exact day, stumbled across the girls dying body. The girl had miraculously clung onto life.

The vampire made an offer:

"Wanna keep living?"

"...y...yeah..."

"Well, I can make that happen but you gotta be my friend forever!"

The girl barely had any strength left to live, let alone speak another word. She could only weakly gaze up at her savior's small frame with pure desperation in her green eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes. And if no, I can just kill you right away!"

A few minutes later, the girl had woken up once again, an all consuming thrist for blood already plaguing her. The vampire handed her a bottle of red liquid which she downed in a few seconds.

"Well, Filum's the name! Nice to properly meet you my new friend!"

"...thank you for saving my life, Filum. I'm...", the girl trailed off. Was her name really worth keeping? The one her monster of a brother would gleefully call out while dragging her dying body around? No. "... I'm Liz."

"That's not your real name, is it?"

"It is now."

"Alright then Liz, lemme introduce you to your new life as a vampire and my forever friend!"

Liz would spend the next few years catching up with knowledge she was not permitted to access earlier and enganging in general shenanigans with Filum.

She had a dying desire, which stuck with her even as a vampire: to figure out the reason for her brothers actions and to stop him. But simply going to kill him on sight wasn't the style of a cunning Bathory. She knew he had something planned and by the time she got around to realising her goal, Ferid was a vampire himself. So she hatched her own big plan: Take Ferid down at his highest, when his plans are just about to scceed, just like how he destroyed everything just when things started to look up for their family.

Buncha stuff happens but uhhhh muh brain broken lmao

A long, long time later Liz decides that in order for her plans to work (and being aware of the nature of Ferids plan), she has to become a demon. Filum, bored out of their mind, decides that they should also become a demon and find a fitting vessel to one day take down Sika Madu (now Shikama Doji). They both use a technique to retain their memories as demons (like the one Mahiru used iirc) and possess their current weapons as vessels. Filum makes their own weird little contraption for strings while Liz picks a gun (she claims they're an efficient weapon but also she just thinks they're neat).

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[chainsofaether]

More detailed Body horror

TW // Body horror

I have have no idea if this is good. I have so little experience with body horror and I'm not really sure about my writing. But the trigger warning is there for a reason. This is much, much more detailed then what I did earlier. Honestly it could be even more so but I'm only just getting in to writing again.

Everything will be below the cut for obvious reasons. Plus it's 2800ish words so it's modestly long. I want to say I'm proud of it? Maybe? Ask me in the morning.

I don't know if this gets it out of my system though. It was incredible easy to write. I'm not really sure what that says about me. Go look at my previous post if you want something nicer. This is not that.

This is in no way cannon. This is just me thinking through what Nyxathe loosing herself to her aether looks like. It's not even that easy to trigger so I doubt it will really come up to this degree in rp. But it's probably good to have a general idea.

Also @thefreelanceangel. You seemed to want to see something like this. So tagging you so you can make that decision.

Anyway I hope anyone that reads it likes it. Let me know what you think. If you don't read it or can't finish it I don't blame you.

It was dark. That was the first thing Nyxathe noticed. The second, the hard ground beneath her. She tried to push herself to her feet then slipped falling hard ground, blasting the breath from her lungs. She laid there a moment feeling the pain radiate through the hands that caught her. Slowly the pain subsided and she reached out to the aether around her.

Then she noticed how thick it was. A hint of panic. She reached out again but this time for the ward she was constantly surrounded by. Gone.

Her breathing picked up. This time she forced herself to her feet ignoring whatever injuries she might have had. Only fully standing did she realize her hair had grown to reach the ground and longer still. She forced down the panic trying to ground her emotions to keep a clear head.

Then her vision bloomed as she shifted from that one born of light to the vision born of aether. The sight of the cave told her that she was somewhere, likely, underground or in a cave at least. The Aether here was ridiculously thick, dangerously so even. Likely around the corruption wrought by the calamity. But that wasn’t the immediate concern, no what else she say worried her far more greatly. Something hinted at by her hair.

She was glowing in brilliant red with streaks of black roiling about. It was beautiful to behold, and equally terrifying. Instinctively she reached for the crystal that was always around her neck. Gone too.

All her protections had been stripped away.

Clearly someone had done this to her but her memory failed her even if the list of people could only be so big. Few knew the danger this particular situation would pose to her. It took all her will to resist the panic brought on by the danger of the situation, and worse she could feel her will unraveling in the face of her anger. She need to keep a stable mind.

Could she get out of the cave? That would buy her more then enough time to deal with the problems. But navigating in the blur that was the aether around her would be difficult and there was no actual light to see by. Either way she might never find the way out in time. So the only option was to try and fix the problem here and now. Rebuild the ward. Stabilize her own aether.

In a cave. With no tools. Not even her crystal to guide her. She couldn’t help but laugh at he madness of the idea. How utterly hopeless that felt. She laughed, chocked back a sob and then reached for the aether around her.

Such a familiar act at first. Such pure confidence in the face of the situation. Then it slipped between her fingers, across her mind like liquid through sieve.

That was enough to break her. The hopelessness wrapped around her mind and crumpled to the floor with a gasp of panic. If she couldn’t even reach the sate of mind to work the aether she was doomed, or worse. There really seemed no path. Unfortunately she could already feel the changes to her body.

She wasn’t just radiating aether, she was radiating heat. Her body was burning up, well beyond a fever at this point. She brushed her hand across her face to just wipe away the sweat that had built up there in desperate attempt to cool her. One doomed to fail. But in the motion she noticed her nails. They were longer, sharper too. If she was careless she could probably cut herself.

She wasn’t really sure how much time passed. She’d given up looking at the aether, instead just sitting in the dark thinking. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been meant to sleep longer, this left her some power to escape. Or maybe they knew she had no real hope of getting out. That slowly she’d lose herself. She was still thinking clearly though so why couldn’t she reach the aether? Poison? Could it?

It that was true then could she do something? Maybe turn her new nature in to a cure? It would be dangerous, suicidal even. But if she could burn out this possible poison she might be able to drag herself back at the last moment. She glanced around in the dark seeing nothing. That alone made her choice for her.

In all the panic and worry she only now realize she was naked. Not that it mattered in this situation. Even if some was here they wouldn’t see even the barest hint of pale flesh.

She pressed her hand to her chest and dragged up every trick she’d learned as an apprentice then willed the aether in her to change. To become more extreme. To turn to a bonfire that would push back even Ifrit for a moment.

It was agony and she screamed. Screamed until her throat was raw and bloody then screamed more as the heat burnt through her. Part of her was sure that she could smell burning flesh. Gods she was cooking herself. But the magic was getting easier. A good sign it had been some foul poison.

Then her eye exploded. The useless one, the cloudy red. She screamed again, if she’d ever stopped, at that sudden fresh agony. The wet dribbling down her check. A macabre tear. The heat she could feel in the empty socket.

It didn’t matter though because finally she could reach the aether again and calling up fire to light this cave SO SHE COULD HUNT THE BASTARD THAT DID THIS TO HER. The thought rages a moment. Then the fire bloomed and pulled her thoughts straight again. She could see. It was so easy to reach for fire after what she’d done to herself, but she should have just reached for light regardless of how far it seemed.

Nyxathe had forgotten something.

The fire bloomed. Then expanded in to a fireball in the next moment. The blast tossed Nyxathe like a rag doll across the cave. Worse the air in the cave was consumed. The blast had knocked the air from her lung and when she tried to breath found nothing there to refill them. Her vision blurred, she’d hit her head and worse she was suffocating. Her vision swam, then went black as she dropped to the floor.

Slowly air filtered back in to the room but Nyxathe was too far gone to really notice. It kept her alive at least. Though perhaps she’d have preferred to suffocate considering the risk she’d taken. Time was precious at this point and she was wasting it unconscious on the floor. Changing her aether further had made her able to use magic, but it had also pushed her close to the edge. An edge she likely couldn’t come back from once she went over.

Tick tock.

The thing that woke her was bones breaking. A grisly snap of her arm. Then a leg. Then both her other leg and arm. Loud in the otherwise silent cave. It was hard to figure if the pain or the sound woke her not that it matted. By the time she managed to even look her arms were already twisted beyond recognition. Could she fix this? This was so far beyond what she’d ever done to herself or even in experiment.

Wait. Why could she see? There was still no light but oddly she could easily see. But not just from one eye but both. She couldn’t help but reach for her face to feel that supposedly empty socket with her mangled claw like hands.

Fire! She pulled her hand back immediately, so quickly she scratched her face with her new claws. Instead of blood liquid fire spilled forth Though more oddly yet the wound simply healed over in a moment. Leaving only the smell of cooking flesh as notice it happened at all.

She was becoming a monster, though her mind was still hers. She was going to kill the bastard that had done this to her. She would find them and rip their guts out with her bare hands. Her mind was hers.

Nxyathe didn’t notice how much the rage had consumed her mind. She spent more time fantasizing about pulling a person apart piece by piece then she did her escape, her safety. The other thing she didn’t recognize was the hunger. Gods she felt so hungry.

Eventually her limbs seemed stable enough to stand and so she did. She knew she was taller though her hands hung lower too. Like she’d been stretched out. In a more lucid moment she wondered what else had happened that she couldn't see.

Slowly she limped toward what she could see as an exit, stumbling along with her ungainly limbs. All the while she could feel something in her changing yet again. Her chest hurt, or something inside. Her jaw too. Unconsciously she licked her lips without notice that her tongue had gained more then a bit of length.

Traveling in the dim light she could see now was hard but easier then the total dark. Plus she could feel the air moving. Leading her to fresher air and hopefully an exit.

Had it been an hour or twenty minutes? Five? She honestly couldn't tell. Her mind was a mess spiraling all about. Jumping between hunger and violence then back to lucid thought. The only thing that finally broke that spiral was the sound of water, and then a moment later a brighter light.

She rushed toward the sound, the light, and didn’t even stop when she stumbled in to the water. A small pool but gods it felt so good. Cool against her burning skin and recently warped limbs. Slowly the water stilled and for the first time she could see her reflection.

It was still her face. Mostly. Her hair was comically long now and a complete mess from dragging it through the cave. More a concern was her eye. Gone and replaced but nothing but an orb of fire, one that she could apparently see from.

Had that piece of her become nothing but aether? A bit of her analytical mind clung to the calm though and pulled her back to the reality of the situation. The rage stepped back a moment the cool water letting her think for the first in a while. Horror was the only reasonable response. At how she’d been thinking. At what she was changing in to. That blast had robbed her of precious time and now she might well be beyond help. If she could get out of the cave and stop herself…

She laughed. Her throat still hurt. How big was this place? Where was this place? Even if she got out she might be in middle of the forest. This could be leagues from her lab. She wouldn’t be getting to her lab more then likely. Who ever had done this to her had known about her. Deeply. It hurt to think that someone she trusted might have betrayed her in such a lethal way but that was the only explanation.

A sigh was her only response to the thought. She looked down at the water splashing at her reflection as she notice the line down her jaw. Another bad sign, but no point dwelling on it. She couldn’t stay here clearly. But the water was helping. Question is how to carry some of it? She was naked. Did she really have to risk further journey with her mind degrading as rapidly as it had been. She shifted in the water and felt her hair drag behind her.

Of course. Her hair. If she completely soaked the mess that she was dragging along she might be able to stay cooler longer. It was the best she had in any case so she dunked her head under the surface and ruffled her hair to get as much water in it with out cutting herself with her new claws.

A few minutes later she was soaked and wrapped in hair. Offering some kind of warped modesty. Normally she’d probably be shivering but instead she just felt the heat radiating off her body. Still she felt cool. That pain in her jaw had gotten worse as if to counter the good news. It didn’t matter though. She had to keep moving if she got out of the cave she could at least stop the changes. Maybe.

So she started again. Walking was getting easier, not a nice thought, but a convenience in spite of the horror. In fact she was moving much faster. Her stride was much bigger and she felt surprisingly good in contrast to how much pain she’d felt earlier. Better to not consider that.

Another few minutes, or was it an hour, passed. She had no way of knowing where she was going or if it was right. The only clue was that these caves has started to look worked. More worked anyway. Ages ago. So Gelmorra then. Shit.

That was beyond bad. Even if she could get out would the Elementals see her as some abomination and immediately try and kill her? Or if they lacked the strength then send the Wailers after her? Another problem for future her. Present her was concerned about the pain in her sides, something was shifting under her skin. She could feel it. See it even. Not to mention she could feel her hair drying out and her body getting even warmer. With the warmth came the madness.

Of course it hard to notice madness. Nyxathe was particularly vigilant but the changes to her body were distracting in a way that would have been impossible for her to describe.

Then almost suddenly maddening pain at her sides. She dropped to her knees wanting to scream but finding no breath in her lungs to scream with. Just open mouth raised to the rock above as her body was wracked with spasm after spasm. Something in her twisted then pushed against the skin from the inside. Finally she found a breath and howled her agony to echo down the tunnels. Her fingers grasped at the stone to just squeeze at anything. Those claw cut in to the stone with disturbing ease. Not that she noticed.

A moment later bone ripped from her sides splattering viscera and liquid fire on the stone around around her. A rib? Outside… Flesh wrapped around it with impossible speed to form a new limb on either side. First muscles wrapped in fire spilling that cooked flesh smell in the air. Was her mouth watering? Then skin quickly grew over that, pale with dark lines where veins might be.

A second pair of arms? That was her first thought. Though they looked nothing like normal arms. Longer then they should be and able to bend more then her original. Claws again on the end where hands should be. What for? Grabbing. Holding. As if there was any logic to this. She shook her head and another though crossed her mind.

Gods she was hungry.

How long had it been? She almost certainly had been down here for a better part of a day considering how far the changes had gone. That thought holding in her mind she pushed back to her feet. There was still pain wracking her body but the idea of getting out. Getting out to kill them all. Getting out to safety.

She’d eat them to to quell this incessant pain in her stomach. Her tongue loped out of mouth to lip her lips going fair enough to brush against her chin. She was drooling. How embarrassing. She used one of her original claws to wipe the spit away.

She didn’t even notice the line on her chin had gotten deeper. Sign of another change coming.

None of that mattered though. She smelt fresh air, replacing the smell of burning flesh, not so far away. She hear the sounds of life. That pulled her along. The idea of freedom. Of Food.

A few minutes later she was pulling herself up a collapsed incline. Careful. Careful. She didn’t want to draw attention. Up and out of the cave in to the light. Dim light, for luck it was starlight barely making it through the trees. Still she could see easily, compared to the cave it might well be full sun.

She pulled herself to her full height, closer to Ten fulms then nine much less her original six. Still she felt it more comfortable to lean forward and lope along using her upper arms to help push along. Closer to eight then. All stretched and wrapped in to comedic horror of what she was.

Would she even notice?

Head raised to the air she sniffed the night air. A campfire. People. Hunters? Bandits. It didn’t matter much. She turned that direction and started.

She was so hungry.

She was drooling again. How embarrassing.

I think I'm way to tired to do any explaining after writing all this. I ended her a bit before the rest of the transformation. The part I have thought out anyway. Mostly because it would have been another two pages probably since the only scene I had in my head was her jaw splitting open as she descended on some hapless hunter to take a chunk out of them.

She wouldn't really be interested in the flesh as a note. Her body is just screaming for more aether. But she's not a voidsent, or like, and she's not really of state of mind to get use magic to get it. So she has to eat like everyone else. She just needs a lot and people are the best source. Or animals if she stumbles on them. Though I imagine animal probably get the out of there the moment they sense her.

Terrifying thought that she feeds enough to stabilize her mind enough to use magic again. I'll have to give that some thought.

Anyway if anyone that gets this far wants a deep dive in to my thoughts about all this I guess tell me in the comments and I write up something after I've rested.

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Story 15

The day finally arrived. It was her turn for the pouring. All were watching. “You, now, will pour it into the ritual circle right on the center, you are quite at the right moment, because if you pour, you’ll get a wish come true especially after our main goal is completed.” Snatcher said, announcing the pure true. He would give her the glass. Mustache would hold the glass once he gives it. She would look at the inside of the glass. The red liquid inside was from other many sources she would not know of. The rest are waiting, but seemingly, Empress was the one looking the most disappointed out of all already. Mustache would hold it down. She would be slightly nervous. Her thoughts were wondering if what he was saying was true and the only way according to him, was to follow the blood oath. Mustache would slowly extend the hands out with glass. Slowly, all the attention for the pouring for seeing. Snatcher sees the hesitation and would tell her, “Like I said, everyone is participating, we all would have to kill the same one.” She would finally pour the liquid which would slowly fuel the blood oath. Not only of it, Mustache would see everyone and her symbol arise, to be strengthened by the oath. Once it was finished, it would be wonderful spectacle but Empress would not buy it thinking it like is the steps not even correct.

While the pouring was happening, Bow Kid would suddenly sense about the oath that the study book would slowly be winding about the pages. Bow Kid would desperately try to close the book before any catching some of the ascending source but barely closed. Jaime rushed to the area to try and close it with his strength that he had. Hat Kid was covering herself from the strong winds of it. After a bit, the winds would slowly calm down and stop. The area they were occupying was now a massive mess due to the winds speeds. Bow Kid instantly goes to make sure nothing was out especially the ascending arcane. Hat Kid would take off a coat she had off her head to not entirely get out. She would put it back on her shoulders. Hat Kid would come back to check in. “Did anything escape..” Hat Kid said with some panic. Bow Kid was checking and would give as a reply, “As far as I am aware, I don’t think anything has gotten out.” Jaime looks to Bow. “Are you sure, that ascending arcane is important for counter attacking?” Bow Kid would nod. Hat Kid would suddenly hear some cawing. She would lock back with some serious shock, knowing the implications of those birds. “We need to go. Now.” Hat Kid would say to the two. Bow Kid would nod, packing what they need. Jaime would prepare the carriage. Bow Kid would get in the front as well while Hat Kid got in the back of the carriage so anyone associated with Snatcher wouldn’t find her. The carriage would instantly go. Hat Kid, while staring off, think about the paranoid paradox talk with Mustache, how she seemingly refused to listen to what Hat Kid had to say and the warning as well. Bow Kid would give out a arcane gesture which would reveal a covering one and would add an extra cover. It was starting to get serious, and sooner or later, it was going to be the next persons turn.