#fiendishfinnese

[murdermade]

you're perfect, murderbabe ❤️

love when you throw her at me

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

i adore how much you support orin's wrongs. thank you so much <3 we love you and annoying tf out of raphael

[murdermade]

@fiendishfinesse sent ✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

For once, the Changling is not trying to push Raphael's buttons, she is no everywhere all at once simply because she is bored. Instead, she is calm, sitting with her hands in her lap as Raphael tends to her very long hair.

Hair that had been recently washed and now Raphael is brushing through it. Her hair had specks of blood in it beforehand, washing it had been difficult but she has managed, brushing it is even harder.

She'd been struggling with it when Raphael had approached her, sitting down behind her and taking the brush from her. While she's not sure what brought on this moment of softness, she's not about to stop him.

She likes having her hair played with.

The long blonde hair seems even longer, thicker, when it is in a braid spanning down her back and past her butt. One might wonder since she's a Changling why she doesn't just change her hair if it gives her such trouble - she likes it like this.

Her eyes flutter closed and she relaxes under his actions, he is firm but gentle in an attempt to brush through her hair and get the tangles out. Perhaps she should have him brush her hair more often.

"How unusually nice...." She's not complaining, not at all and in fact goes silent again. It is far calmer than he's ever seen her and she tilts her head forward, granting him better access to her hair.

[murdermade]

Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine.

"Ugh. Perhaps I ought to purchase her a pair of shoes, she's desecrating my carpet with every step. Though, knowing her,it's anyone's guess whether she'll bother wearing"

(not anon, he wants her to know)

Ugh. Disgusting. She would rather he kill her than wear shoes.

"You can buy me shoes but make sure it has a heel so I can shove it into your pretty little throat."

[murdermade]

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[murdermade]

What a wonderful thing it is, to have her vison blur so much that her eyes flutter shut halfway and her vision goes spotty. The dizzy feeling makes the room spin and she's seeing double but oh, what a thrill it is! To be so close to death yet brought back from the edge every single time.

She doubts she'd even care if he were to knock her unconscious and fuck her like that but what fun would that be for him? To have someone unable to push his limits and fight back, to be a brat and love the punishment that comes after?

He loosens his grip and almost instantly, she sucks in a large breath that her lungs had been so desperately trying to get. On the exhale, she coughs harshly, only for her coughs to be swallowed by his lips.

His tongue forced into her mouth makes the coughing die down and instead her tongue entwines with his, the moan she releases is shameless. He paws and grabs at her like some kind of hungry beast and she wants him to eat her whole.

His weight on top of her makes it harder to move. Harder to be a brat so instead of physically doing something, her form changes - no longer is he kissing soft dark lips but instead, lips that feel much like his own. A bratty move all on its own, she knows how much he loves himself.

Raphael's grin widened into something far more sinister, his eyes glowing with unrestrained hunger as Orin's words fueled his darker desires. He felt her pulse thrum beneath his hand, her gasps for breath like a symphony of submission. Her giggle, the way she pushed into his grip—oh, how rare it was to find someone so willing to flirt with death so eagerly.

His grip tightened just enough to make her vision blur at the edges, her world spinning as if he were dragging her to the brink, dangling her there for his own amusement. The sting of her nails digging into his wrist only heightened his need. Blood trickled from the wounds she caused, a faint, hot trail running down his arm. The mix of pain

"Oh, my dear, I'll do more than that." He loosened his grip, then leaned in eagerly. The devil pressed his lips to hers with brutal force, devouring her in a kiss that was nothing short of possessive. The kiss deepened with a ravenous intensity, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the submission she offered so willingly. Each movement was a conquest, a claiming, as he pressed his body against hers, the weight of him forcing her further into the cold floor beneath. His hand roamed her body, rough and demanding, gripping her flesh possessively. She was such a pretty, insane little thing.

[murdermade]

anon hate: you don't kiss the devil enough!! he's gonna leave your ungrateful ass soon ok

“If the devil wants a kiss, he can come get one. Why should I chase him? Doesn’t he prefer to do the chasing? Some devil he is if he doesn’t. Besides, he won’t leave me. I’m far too much fun and far too much use for him to let me go. Even if he did, I’d find him again.”

@fiendishfinesse cause I know it was you