#ghost true height EXPOSED

[yi3248]

a peace offering for my last drawing

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (Wraith!Simon, humping, secret public play with reader receiving oral)

You accidentally adopted a wraith last year on Halloween, bumpem into his invisible form when you’re on your way home, and now he’s been with you almost a year.

“Simon?” you just woke up, standing absentmindedly as you wait for your morning tea to steep, and the sudden chill sending down your spine indicates his presence. After having him with you for a long time, you’re able to sense him when he’s approaching, even though he chooses to be cloaked now. He does say a word, nor does he shows his form, but you can feel a pair of hands holding onto your hips, and the obvious hardness prodding against the plumpness of your ass. The approving hum when you support yourself to the countertop with your arms, and the growls beside your ears as he rocks his hips furiously against your clothed pussy lips, seeking frictions to deal with his early morning horniness of seeing you in your office skirt and semi-transparent tights. “Simon, stop…ngh…!” You chastise him, mind telling to squirm out of his grip yet all you do is sticking your ass out further, giving him more access to glide that thick cock along your puffy folds, and when his hand slide down to give your clit—still swollen from last night because he’s feeling more energetic as the Halloween’s closer— a wicked flick, you’re tumble over the edge, legs failing to hold up and support by his arms, thighs trembling and eyes unfocused, until the time he gives a final few humps and comes on your tights, you eventually regain your balance and shoot him a glance. Well, you can’t see him now, but you stare straight into his eyes cause you know him to well, that you know where his eyes are although he’s invisible. You guess he’s not in the mood of showing himself for some reason—probably still being a bit broody from waking up early—but how dare him still be grumpy when he literally just came on your stockings and ruin yet another pair before you need to go out and work? “You’re causing my trouble again.”

But the bastard just walks away with a huff of laughter still lingering in the air.

Simon follows you to your office. He’s still invisible to other people, but showing true form to you now. You can see him walking around in the office, towering height allows you to see him wherever he goes. He’ll stroll inside the office occasionally, maybe spilling one of your colleagues’ coffee after they tried to flirt with you, and watch them flustered and confused about how the cup fell without any force? You can see the slight smirk ghosting on Simon’s lips while he enjoys the show. It’s the colleague’s fault, though. Dare to hit on you even after you show them the “S.R.” bounding mark imprinted on your wrist, which you always explain as a tattoo of your partner’s initials. They’re lucky that he doesn’t show up at their home in night and haunt their dreams.

But His favorite thing to do is definitely sneak under your desk, ducking his head in your skirt and tear a slit on your tights, exposing your pussy and start lapping at it lazily. You kick him softly, yet you can’t open your mouth and threaten him, or it’ll be your moans slipping out and alerting the entire office. Your hands on the keyboard wobbles, typing slowly with another hand covering your mouth, pretending there isn’t a wraith of a man burying himself in your pussy, huffing and groaning out at the alluring scent, tongue pressed flat against your entrance and lick a long stripe that makes your eyes snap closed immediately, muffling all your cries with your palm, hoping your coworkers wouldn’t come closer to check on you when they glance at you and spot you squirming on your seat with your pink cheeks hinting the bliss you’re feeling. Simon’s long tongue nudge playfully at your clit, intend to get any drop of those juices out of your cunt before the clock hits 5. “Don’t blame me, princess. You have me stuck with you in this bloody office, gonna find some fun for myself.” His voice rings in your mind, as if it’s sent directly to it, never stops pushing his tongue inside your tight and warm cunt and press at the spongy spots, and get you squirting on his face just as the hour hand points towards 5.

You bury your face in your arms, resting on the desk briefly the moment you drench Simon in your juices. But he’s already pulling you up, and you so your best to walk straight while ignoring others’ questioning gaze. The wraith you owned is looking forward to night to feast on you the rest of the evening, and as his responsible ‘owner’, guess you’ll have to give him a good ride.

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable VI - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: Smut (minors dni pls), angst 

a/n: Once again, thank you for all the love you've given me on this series!! Your comments seriously make my day! Hope you enjoy this one! I think there will be maybe 9-10 parts total for this story, maybe 8 but we'll see. Thanks for reading! <3

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part VI

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You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that—knelt on the hardwood floor, staring at each other. Azriel’s eyes were filled with such longing, it seemed like he was trying to will the mating bond to snap between the two of you, to free you both from the torture of his bargain. But…

Nothing.

A small tear escaped from the corner of your eye. All this time you had both longed for each other. Desired, craved, hungered after each other. And it had been your own brother standing in the way, creating the rift between the two of you. 

One of Azriel’s shadows swirled away from him, a small tendril of darkness, and brushed against the side of your cheek, wiping your tears away. You smiled sadly at the cool touch of his shadows, imagining it was his own hand instead. 

Another tendril brushed against your arm in a soothing motion.

You watched them for a moment, swirling around your skin. When you looked back up at Azriel something in his gaze had shifted. 

He stood finally, holding out a hand to help you from the floor. You raised your eyebrows in question as he stared down at you with an intensity that had your cheeks turning pink again. 

The stray shadow brushed against your cheek again, then down your jaw to your throat. You shivered at the feeling and Azriel’s gaze darkened, a new hunger in them that had the butterflies in your stomach returning. 

Azriel stepped closer and wrapped a piece of your hair around his finger. “I just realized something.”

“What is it?” you breathed out.

His face was half lit by the faelights as he stared down at you, still playing with your strand of hair. 

“I might not be able to touch you,” he whispered. “But my shadows can.”

“Huh? What do—”

Azriel hushed you, turning you around to face the mirror on your vanity instead. You stared at him through the mirror in question, but his eyes were roaming your body instead. 

He brushed your hair over to one shoulder and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the now exposed skin before standing up to his full height, making you feel so small in comparison. 

His eyes met your own and your heart jumped in your chest. Azriel’s hand ghosted up your arm, hovering over your shoulder as he stared at you intently as he ran a finger under the thin strap of your nightgown. Your skin prickled under his touch.

His pupils were blown-out, his once hazel eyes now almost black, as he stared at you with a look that had your thighs clenching together.

Your breath hitched as he began to push down the strap of your nightgown.

"A-Azriel?" 

You tilted your head back to look at him but he grabbed your chin with his other hand and directed your attention back to the mirror. 

"Watch," he commanded, his voice dangerously low. 

It was a thrilling sight, the two of you together. The dimmed faelights in the room bounced off his brown skin, turning him golden and made your violet eyes glow. 

He was the neverending night, the shadow always lurking even during the day, the embodiment of the dark side of the moon. And you were his night-blooming flower, made for his gaze. 

A shiver ran through you as the strap fell down your arm. The other one followed not even a second later. The silk of your nightgown brushed against the pebbled tips of your breasts before it pooled on the ground, leaving you nearly bare in front of the shadowsinger. 

Azriel let out an inhuman growl at the sight of your breasts, his hands fisting at his sides as you watched him restrain himself from touching you. Heat was pooling in your core. You needed him to touch you, needed some relief from the pounding inside of you that begged for him. 

Azriel's shadows cascaded over your shoulders, one swirling away to brush against your jaw, as the others made a path to your bare breasts. Your breath hitched, your back arched, as they lightly brushed against your skin, twirling around each nipple.

You gasped as some broke away to travel down your stomach, to circle around your thighs. The shadows applied more pressure to your breasts and you bit your lip, closing your eyes as you tried to imagine Azriel touching you instead.

Azriel's hand wrapped around your waist, laying flat against your stomach as he yanked you back into his hard chest. You could feel his arousal pressing against your ass causing your heart to spike.

"I told you to watch, Princess,” he purred into your ear.

You whimpered, your eyes flying open to stare at him through the mirror before they lowered to your own body, watching as his shadows spun around you, touching you in the places he had been forbidden to.

A stray shadow stroked against your clothed center, drawing a moan from your lips. Your legs were shaking now, goosebumps covering your skin. You couldn't help but rub against his hardened length, whimpering again.

Azriel let out a grunt that sounded like a mixture of both pleasure and pain, his fingers digging into the skin on your stomach. His hand slipped down to finger the waistband of your lace underwear. He made eye contact with you again. You bit your lip and nodded, knowing what he was asking.

He slowly began to push your underwear down your thighs until it fell to the floor along with your nightgown, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Azriel groaned at the sight.

“Gods, you are so beautiful,” he murmured. Your cheeks heated as he hungrily soaked in the sight of your naked body, feeling vulnerable being so bare in front of him while he was still clothed. 

His shadows swooped in the moment you were unclothed, their cool touch sending fire roaring through your veins. Your chest was heaving up and down with your heavy breaths, the butterflies in your stomach going wild. 

"Azriel," you begged. "Please."

You weren't even sure what you were begging for. But gods, you needed him. Needing him to do something about the ache between your legs, the burning hot desire coursing through you. 

“Please what, Princess?”

His voice made another shiver run through your body. So dark and sensual, just like the shadows roaming over your entire body. 

Tendrils of his shadows crawled up your legs, brushing against your pulsing core and causing you to gasp as a wave of pleasure hit you. 

“I need…” Another gasp as his shadow brushed against your clit. “Gods, Azriel, I need…”

You couldn’t even put it into words, your mind empty because of the pulsating feeling creeping inside of you. 

Azriel’s fingers ghosted over your cheek. “I know, princess.”

You moaned as his shadows continued their assault, stroking your core, circling around that sweet bundle of nerves. You trembled beneath their touch. 

He pressed another kiss to your bare shoulder before lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bed. He laid you down gently, so softly as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. 

He stood at the end of the bed, his eyes raking in the sight of you flushed with pleasure and laid bare before him. “Gods, what I wouldn’t give to touch you right now,” Azriel mumbled.

You wished more than anything that he could. You needed him. 

More shadows cascaded down his body and fluttered to you, encasing you in swirls of darkness. Your arms were yanked above your head, your wrists pinned down to the mattress by his shadows. You whimpered as his shadows swept over your breasts again, your stomach, your thighs. 

Azriel reached forward to spread your legs apart, a groan leaving his lips at the sight of your glistening center. His hands left you far too quickly and you bit your lip, staring at him. His wings were spread wide, his hair tousled against his forehead, his gaze dark. He was straining against his pants, his own hand palming his dick to ease the pressure. 

His shadows skimmed your thighs and hip bones until they met together at your core, stroking against your clit and your entrance. You writhed, still encased by his other shadows, and mewled at the touch of his shadow hands. 

“Fuck, Princess,” Azriel growled as he watched the shadows he controlled continue their assault on you. He quickly undid the ties to his pants, pushing them down and pulling his dick free and standing between your legs. He stroked himself as he watched his shadows ravish your body.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the sight of how large he was, at the image in your mind of him fucking you. 

“Keep your eyes open,” Azriel ordered, his voice filled with a dominance that only further increased the fire inside of you. “I want you to look at me while I make you cry.” 

Your eyes shot open, meeting his feral gaze. You groaned at the sight of him touching himself to the image of his shadows ravaging your body. The pleasure was almost unbearable and you could feel your orgasm building quickly as his shadows swirled around your clit, teased your entrance, over and over again. 

“Faster,” he commanded his shadows, who were all too happy to oblige, as he fisted his cock. 

Your eyes trailed over Azriel, over his beautiful, devastating face, the muscles in his arms clenching as he stroked himself, his huge wings twitching. He looked like a fallen angel standing before you as he used his shadows to push you further and further to the edge.

“You couldn’t even imagine the things I wish to do to you, Princess,” he groaned as you continued to wither on the bed, moaning in a pool of his shadows. “How I would ruin you, make you forget your own name.”

“Azriel,” you mewled. “Please, I…don’t stop.” 

You arched off the bed. Your skin was on fire. Each stroke of his shadows over your breasts, thighs, down your center, around your clit. It was too much. You were falling. 

“Fuck. That’s it, Princess,” he grunted, his own hand moving faster. “Let my shadows make you come for me.” 

His words pushed you over the edge, your vision nearly going white, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through your body. You mumbled his name over and over again as lightning shot through your body. Your back arched off the bed, your arms strained against the shadows holding you down.

And then you went limp, panting as you came down from your high. Azriel was cursing under his breath, stroking himself faster and faster, his gaze on your dripping core. You sat up, still breathing heavily. You wanted nothing more than to touch him, to make him come. But you couldn’t. Not without causing him pain.

But you had your own arsenal of powers, you realized.

“Close your eyes, Azriel,” you purred. He met your gaze, the absolute longing in his eyes caused your heart to ache. He did as you said and you closed your own, stroking a claw made of darkness against his mental barrier.

He let you in without hesitation. 

You couldn’t touch him in the real world. But here, through the connection in your minds…

You painted him a beautiful picture of you on your knees before him, staring up at him through your lashes as he continued to stroke himself. You licked your lips before replacing his hands with your own. He let out a loud groan, causing you to smile.

You slowly leaned forward until your lips brushed against his tip. You stuck your tongue out, swirling around the head of his dick. He cursed at the image you were putting in his head, his hand moving faster and faster.

You opened your mouth and took him in as far as you could, gagging as his tip touched the back of his throat. You started to bob your head, still looking at him through your lashes as you sucked him off. You showed him gripping your hair with his hands and pushing your head to meet his thrusts, fucking your face, as tears pooled in your eyes. 

He had already been so turned on watching his shadows destroy you that he knew he wouldn’t last long. 

Just as you felt him drawing closer and closer to the edge, his moans increasing, his thrusts becoming sloppy with no rhythm, you left his mind. His eyes shot open and he cursed at the sight of you kneeling on the bed before him.

He released an unholy moan, chanting your name, as he came. His hot seed shot all over your chest, marking you with his essence. 

You watched him ride out his orgasm until his hands slowed down and fell limp at his sides. You magicked yourself clean before rising. Azriel let out another curse, still panting, as he rested his forehead against yours. 

You both were silent for a moment, soaking in the tender aftermath of what had undoubtedly changed the relationship between the two of you forever. 

“The things I wish to do to you right now, Princess” he grunted, chest still heaving. “If…if only I could touch you.”

“I will find a way to break this bargain, Azriel,” you breathed out. “I will. This can’t be it for us. I..I refuse.” 

You would read every single book in the library under the house of wind if you had to. The King of Hybern had been able to break your brother’s bargain with Feyre. There had to be other instances of bargains being broken. 

“We can’t… we can’t tell your brother about this,” Azriel muttered. “If he were to find out, he’d send me away from you.” 

You wanted nothing more than to march to your brother’s office and rip him a new one. But that still wouldn’t break the bargain. And depending on how irrational Rhys was, it might just make things worse. Azriel was right, he might send him away. 

“We keep it a secret for now,” you agreed. “No one has to know.”

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Azriel mumbled. “I should’ve never done this to us.”

“It’s not your fault, Azriel. How could you have known?”

“I should’ve known. Even then, my feelings towards you were so consuming. I should’ve known they’d never go away. I don’t care if we’re not mates. I love you. I always have and I always will, even if we cannot be together. Even if I must go the rest of my life without laying a single hand on you.” 

Your heart broke at his declaration and confession. You sighed, closing your eyes. 

“I love you too, Azriel. We’ll figure this out. I promise.” 

He nodded, finally pulling away but you reached for his hand. “Stay, please?”

“Always,” he murmured back.

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Prince Cedric pulled you aside the next morning after breakfast as his servants were gathering your luggage. He had asked for a quick moment alone and despite Azriel’s disagreement, you sent him away. Still he stayed within eyesight. 

“So, I’m sure your brother has informed you of my true intentions towards you, Princess,” Cedric said with a soft smile on his face. 

“He has,” you answered, quietly. You had been dreading this moment since you came. 

“Have you made a decision yet?”

You genuinely felt bad for the Prince. He had been nothing but kind to you since you had known him. Had treated you well your entire stay. But none of it was ever going to matter. Your heart laid with Azriel and Azriel alone.

“Prince Cedric,” you started, then paused trying to find a way to word your answer politely. “I do appreciate how kind you have treated me these last few days but you must understand, it is a big decision to make. To leave my family and live so far away—”

“It’s okay, Princess. You don’t need to make any excuses. I’m not blind nor dumb. Just perhaps a tad bit too hopeful.”

“What—”

“It’s the shadowsinger, right?” he said with a sad smile. “He’s the one who’s truly won over your heart, hasn’t he?”

You stumbled over your words, eyes widening. Had it been so obvious? You had tried very hard this morning to scrub yourself clean of his scent. 

“It’s okay,” he continued quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “Your secret is safe with me though I do feel a bit of jealousy towards him, I must admit. You would’ve made a beautiful queen.”

“Cedric, I-I don’t want you to think I’ve led you on. I did want to get to know you, to see if we had a connection. But—”

“But the heart wants what the heart wants. I understand, y/n. I would not want to take a wife who longs for another anyway.”

You bowed your head, still feeling a bit guilty.

“I did truly enjoy my time here, Cedric. I will look back on it fondly, despite how it turned out.”

“Me too, Princess,” he replied with a smile. “My castle doors will always be open for you, even as a friend.”

“Thank you, Cedric,” you smiled. “I hope you will still consider an alliance with my brother.”

“I will be in touch,” he confirmed with a nod of his head.

You said your goodbyes after that before it was finally time to return home, back to the Night Court.

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A few weeks went by. You scourged the library for any books that talked about bargains and bonds, exhausting yourself with your research. Azriel helped when he could, though he wasn’t always around, so as to not draw attention to what the two of you were doing.

You couldn’t help but give your brother a bit of a cold shoulder. You felt betrayed by him. You had always known he was protective, but this had crossed the line. You spent more nights at the Moonstone Palace, claiming you had work to do regarding the Court of Nightmares, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

It made being with Azriel easier. Each night he snuck into your room and left before the sun came up, just in case anyone decided to drop by. A rose was always resting on your bedside table in lieu of his presence when you’d wake up alone. 

But it was hard even being together. It was agony to barely be able to touch each other, for Azriel to have to endure pain for as long as he could just to kiss you or to stroke your cheek. Your daemati powers and his shadows had been useful but it was nothing like being able to truly touch each other.

You were not going to give up. You would find a way to break the bargain. You had promised after all.

But part of you began to doubt how long this could go on. Would Azriel grow tired of only ever using his shadows with you? Would he resent you? So many questions like that swarmed your head despite Azriel trying to assure you that he only wanted you.

Hiding your relationship didn’t help with that either. Elain was still enamored with Azriel, still followed him around like a lost puppy dog. You had to clench your fist every time you were in a room with the two of them despite Azriel not reciprocating her feelings or entertaining them. 

That didn’t stop her from constantly sitting near him, resting her hands on him, batting her eyelashes in his direction. It caused something vile to coil in your stomach every time you had to watch her brush her fingers against his, rest a hand on his arm.

It was just a reminder that you couldn’t do that. That every touch you gave him resulted in pain.

And that part of you that was insecure wondered if Azriel would eventually give in to her. After all, he could touch her, feel her, do whatever he wanted with her…unlike you. 

Elain could make him feel pleasure without the curse of pain being attached. She could touch him, fuck him, do all sorts of things to him. Things you couldn’t.

How long could he truly go without the touch of another? What if the bargain could never be broken? 

You let out a sigh, dropping your head against the book you were currently reading about bargains. So far, nothing had been useful and you just wanted to scream and scream. 

“You should take a break.”

You jumped, surprised at the sudden voice in the room. You lifted your head to see Azriel leaning against the doorframe that led out to your balcony. Behind him came the noise of music and laughter as dusk was falling and the people of Velaris were coming alive into the night. 

“I still haven’t been able to find anything about breaking bargains. You’d think it would be a more popular subject.” 

Azriel strided towards you until he was next to where you sat in your chair at your desk. 

“It is a taboo topic,” Azriel replied. “Bargains are magic bound by the Cauldron. Breaking them goes against the Mother, or so it’s thought.” 

“Being able to make them in the first place seems to be against the Mother,” you mumbled under your breath. Because how could a stupid bargain be keeping you from being with the one you loved? That didn’t seem very divine. 

Azriel grabbed your chair and twisted it so you faced him, moving you as if you weighed nothing. You let out a small noise of surprise. 

Azriel kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair. “Just take a break, Princess. You’ve been at it for so long today. You’re going to drive yourself mad.” 

You let out a huff before a feline grin spread across your face. 

“I suppose you might be able to convince me to take a break,” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes. 

You stroked a claw against his mental shields and showed him a pretty image of you bent over the desk while he took you from behind. 

Azriel’s gaze instantly darkened as he groaned, his shadows swimming around him like they were already anticipating being used. He smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I can do more than convince you, Princess.”

Azriel balanced himself with his hands on the back of your chair and leaned down to kiss you on your lips causing butterflies to erupt inside your stomach. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, your chest already heaving as his lips met yours. 

A knock against your door had the two of you flying apart. Your eyes widened as you stared at Azriel.

“Dove, it’s me.”

You mouthed a curse at the sound of your brother’s voice. The door started to creak open. 

“Hide,” you whispered to Azriel.

He was already sinking into his shadows just as the door to your room flew open. Your heart was still pounding as your brother strode in, his eyes falling on you. He raised an eyebrow.

“Was someone else in here just now? I could’ve sworn I heard another voice.”

“And I could’ve sworn I locked my door,” you grumbled, smoothing your hair down. 

His eyes darted around the room and his nostrils flared. You saw the immediate realization as he recognized Azriel’s scent. 

“Azriel was here just a minute ago,” you hastily answered. “He was dropping off some books for me.” 

“Books? What for?”

As he walked closer, you slammed the book on your desk shut, not wanting him to see the section you had been reading. 

“Just some stuff I’m doing research on to do with Hewn City.” 

Rhys’s eyes narrowed but he didn’t say anything else about it thankfully. 

“Well, tell Azriel the next time he drops something off for you, he can come through the front door,” your brother said, crossing his arms over his chest.

You bristled at his tone, the hidden frustrations you had with him breaking through for a second as you snapped back, “What does it matter?”

“It matters because I needed to discuss something with him and it would’ve been nice to know he had dropped by.” Rhys gave you a look, one you knew all too well. 

Rhys’s eyes roamed over you, then darted around your room again. “Does Azriel make it a habit coming into your room at night?”

“No,” you answered quickly. “You’re the one who made him my personal guard. I don’t need a guard in Velaris so he helps me in other ways, like fetching books from the library for me.” 

“Fine. Well if Azriel decides to come around again, send him to my office.”

You only nodded in response, trying to hide your anger. You had to play this game for now. You wouldn’t ruin what little you and Azriel had. “Is there a reason you barged into my room?”

“We’re working on a new trade deal with Thesan and I need an update on how much iron they’re mining on average each month in the Court of Nightmares.”

“Alright, I’ll work on a report for you and Feyre. Is that all?”

Rhys raised an eyebrow. “So eager to get rid of me, dove? What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Nothing.”

Rhys waited for you to keep speaking but you refused. You were still so angry with him and you knew if you kept talking, there was a chance it’d all spill out. 

“Nothing? That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say, Rhys? There’s nothing wrong.”

“Bullshit. You’ve been acting strange for a few weeks now. What’s going on with you?”

“Like I said, nothing. I’ve just been busy. I did ask for more responsibility, after all.” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back in your chair, trying to give off a casual demeanor. 

“Being busy doesn’t account for your snappy mood.”

You scoffed. “Well, maybe I’m just tired of you hovering over my shoulder all the time! Gods forbid you let me handle things on my own once in a while.” 

Rhys took a step back as your words hit him. You expected anger but we’re shocked to see a bit of guilt and sadness cloud his face. “Okay, okay. I know I’ve been overbearing. I’m sorry, dove, I just…it’s hard not to see you as the little girl I took care of all those years.”

You sighed, not expecting this. Perhaps you had been right when you told Azriel that the two of you should go to Rhys. Maybe he would be open to helping you both try to find a way to break the bond…maybe it was a mistake to hide it from him.

“I know, Rhysie, I just…I want to feel like I’ve done something important on my own for once, alright?”

“Okay,” Rhys said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’ll leave you alone.”

He made to leave finally and you let out a small breath of relief.

“Oh, and we’re having a family dinner tomorrow night at the House of Wind. Helion will be attending as well so wear something nice,” Rhys said, moving back towards your door. 

“Alright, I will,” you answered, wanting him to just go already. 

He paused with his hand on your doorknob, looking back at you for a moment. “I love you, little dove. I know you said nothing is wrong but I hope you know you can come to me about anything. I will always help you in any way I can.”

“I know, Rhysie. I love you too.”

He nodded, seeming satisfied for the moment and left finally, closing the door shut behind him. You flicked a wrist to lock it with magic, as well as put a shield around the room.

A smile overcame your face as Azriel stepped out of the shadows. You were worried that your brother had killed his mood, would send him running but thankfully, Rhys hadn’t seemed to deter him at all. In fact, the thrill of it all seemed to only spur him on more.

He strided to you and locked you in a passionate kiss that had you gasping, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth. 

When he pulled back to look at you, he was grinning wolfishly. “So, where were we?”

You giggled as he lifted you off your chair and sat you down on your desk. You looped your arms around his neck, carefully to touch him as minimally as you could. “I believe you were about to convince me to take a break with you.”

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“I told you. I couldn’t get her alone. That fucking shadowsinger wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Though now I know it’s because he’s fucking her.”

“I don’t care for your excuses, Princeling. I told you to bring me the girl. That was our deal.” 

“What’s so special about her anyways? Certainly there’s something else I can do for you, something else you need.”

The other male studied the Prince for a moment until the younger male seemed to cringe under his stare, slight fear in his eyes. 

“If you must know, the moment she stepped foot on these lands I felt the spike of power coming from her and I knew I had to add her to my collection. You want my help overthrowing the King, you bring me that girl.”

The prince sighed, frustrated. “And how do you suppose I do that? She’s being watched like a hawk by both her brother and the shadowsinger.”

“That’s your problem to figure out. You have your own magic, no? Time to get clever, Princeling. My patience is running out.”

Prince Cedric clenched his jaw but nodded, knowing it wise to not argue with the sorcerer. 

Koschei gave him one last look before retreating into the shadows leaving the Prince standing alone at the shore of his lake. 

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a/n: sooooo, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! hahah What do we think the prince is gonna do to kidnap our girlieee? and do you think she should tell Rhys what's going on with Azriel? Do we think her brother has regrets about making that bargain and would actually try to help them break the bond? hmmm who could possibly know

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[onestormeynight]

Nellie Meets A Client

For the first time, Nellie was allowing a client to come over to her house. She had ghost-written several biographies for him before and had a great working relationship. There was a new project he wanted to start that he wanted to discuss in person. Initially he had offered to discuss it over coffee. Nellie countered by offering to have him come over to her house instead.

Yousef Grouber was incredibly polite. Nellie had been all nerves at the idea of him coming over without someone else in the house she knew. She briefly considered asking Ida or Fatima to pop over before getting grip on her courage. However, once he was there, Nellie could feel immediately how unnecessary that would have been.

He maintained a respectful distance from her. He didn't try to touch her, even to shake her hand upon meeting her face to face for the first time. His cadence was even and slow. Nellie felt as if time would have slowed itself just to listen to Yousef explain a concept.

"Gothic novels aren't your usual project," Nellie said. "Straying away from the biographies?"

"I believe it is time for a new challenge. The Sundial by Shirley Jackson was the book that got me into reading. I read Wuthering Heights every Autumn. It is a genre that holds a great deal of sentimental value to me. I wish to do it justice. Together I think we could pull it off."

Nellie thought about it. "I've never tried, honestly. I mean, there are my poems that are heavily Poe and Lovecraft inspired, but I don't share those with anyone."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I didn't write them for others. I wrote them for me. I still write them for me."

"So, you are saying that you hold back in the writing you do for others and withhold your true voice from the public?"

"Well...I suppose I never thought of it that way. But yes. Someone reading my poems feels a lot like them seeing me naked."

"But it is more intimate than even that, is it not?"

Nellie raised an eyebrow at him.

"You are not just exposing your body, you are exposing your soul. Your authenticity. It is scary to stand in one's own raw truth in front of others and be seen for everything you are inside."

"I...yes. Exactly."

"Because it is not perfect. It is messy and sad. It is fear. Vulnerable. Because you are used to wearing a mask that makes your pain easier for others to bear. If they saw raw and imperfect, you fear they would turn from you. That they would reject the truth of you."

"Stop."

Yousef nodded. "Of course. Do not worry, Ms. Harper, that is why I asked you and no one else. I trust you have it in you to create this story with me."

Yousef collected his things shortly after that. Before he left, he looked at Nellie and said, "I hope, one day, you trust me enough to share a poem with me. Have a good day, Ms. Harper."

"Nellie. You can call me Nellie."

Yousef's lips turned up in the most microscopic and expressive of ways. "Have a good day, Nellie."

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[witch-oftheflowers]

Does it hurt?

Ximena Riley x 141 Task Force

AN: OH get ready. Here comes some angst. This will get dark and emotional. So get ready ~

Masterlist This leads to events

Dim lights filled the space. A small confined room. A single chair in the middle. And a single person. A woman.

Her curls swept forward as she leaned in. Her hands bind behind her, and she softly was breathing. Trying to keep herself awake. Her deep brown eyes scanning around as she gave a small tug on the rope. She almost got it off.

But the door spilled open, letting the hallway lights flutter in. Her eyes linger to the door and the large pair of boots coming in. Gentle even, which the past few weeks it hasn't been like that.

"Ximena... Come on Lass just give us what we want." The voice was stern but trying to be gentle. A soft scoff left her lips as she shut her eyes.

"I told you what I know John... And I'll keep repeating what I know is true. I didn't betray you lots." Ximena stated as she scoot back in her seat. Her curls cascading down her shoulders and down the back of the chair. Her feet were tied apart. Knowing she can get out most holdings.

Price had a force thin smile. Rubbing a hand through his beard as he walked around her

"Anything. Give me anything Ximena. We have a faithful resource that said otherwise" he stopped behind her for a second. Softly yanking her curls back.

Snapping her head back as she winced in the pain. Her eyes snapped to him as she growled

"let go-"

"You need to give us something. We don't wanna hurt you anymore Ximena!" He shoved her head away as she groaned a bit.

"Then hurt me! I don't care!" Her voice was a bit hoarse. She felt the pain internally but as a trained soldier she never needed to show it.

She couldn't, it was a liability. It could risk her life, even now with those she loves. Her eyes stuck to the floor as she frown. A deep sadness in her eyes as she shut them.

Don't give in. Don't give in. Don't do it-

The door opened again and shut. Price went quiet as he stared at the larger man. A man he was hoping to not see.

"Ghost-"

"Let me at 'er Capt. I need a go...." His gravely voice was a bit softer. But the edge was clear. Even Ximena felt it as she sat back in her seat. Her posture corrected as she glanced to the man she loves.

Worse part was during all of this. She wasn't mad. She was just saddened by the leading events that lead to this.

Some damn bastard...

Her thoughts trailed as she didn't noticed Price left them be. Her eyes softly shook as she gazed down to the floor. No. No. Don't leave me with him...

His steps were calm. Walking towards her as he yanked her head up. Her eyes tried to stay stuck below her, but his warm hands forced to her look up. Softly he squished her cheeks as he forced her lips to pout.

"Speak up. That's all you havta do..."

"Never. Because there's nothing to say!" She spat at him as she yanked her face away. Glancing to the side as she noticed the torture tools in the room. All littered with her blood by now.

Her breathing became a bit shallow as she sighs. Trying to keep her emotions in line-

Ghost yanked a fist full of her curls as he knealt to her height. His brown eyes bore into hers. The mass wave of sadness and frustration painted his eyes.

"I need ya to say something. Anything. I do not wanna hurt you Ximena-"

"If you don't get the right thing you want. It'll lead to getting hurt more... So no." She told him with determination in her face.

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After viscous hours of pain and torment. Ximena's face was bruised and beat up. Blood was dripping down her face. Feeling her cheeks swell and her eye sight blur.

Cuts litter her exposed body. Her blood was splatter on the floor.

Ghost himself was litter with it even.

The door burst open. And a rookie coming in huffing, spoke up. Ghost was close to ringing him out till the words echoed in the quiet room.

"She's... Not the traitor..." He said as he stared at the two.

"There was no traitor..." He said as he noticed the pair stiff.

Ximena's eyes shook as she processed this. Her head rolled back as the blood loss caught up to her. She stayed stump in the chair as her body lost consciousness

Ghost stared at the rookie with blinded rage

"You're fucken kidding?! You ot to be fucken kidding me right now!" He roared the words as the rookie left the room. His breathing became labor, harsh and brittle even.

"you're ...fucken..." He let a sigh out as he ran his gloves hands over his face. Starting to feel terrible. He glanced to his wife with concern.

He did this

He

Did

This

The realization hit him like bricks. He was a terrible soldier. He tortured an innocent person.

He harmed his wife.

His other half. And worse he didn't believe her for a second. Not a second through the months of this rigours process.

He

Doubted

Her

For

Months

The words swirled in his head as he shut his eyes tight.

How could he fix this. Them. Their relationship. Their family. Their everything-

The door opened again as his thoughts were going a million miles a minute. And Laswell stared at the two. Her eyes shook a bit as she got the medics in to take Ximena away for treatment. Once it was just Ghost and her she walked over to the younger man as she touched his arm.

He flinched as he stared to the short woman. His eyes glazed as he wanted to cry. But he was forcing himself to keep it together.

"Laswell..." He whispered her name as the older woman gave him a soft smile

"You couldn't have known.. none of us did.. well besides her.." she said as she noticed Ghost flinch at the last bit.

"She was right... She's 'ways right ya know.."

"Usually she yes. But we didn't see it.. come on.." she escorted him out as she lead him to Price's office.

The trio sat and spoke. Even Ghost yanked the mask off as it felt constricting in the moment.

His blonde hair was buzzed short. As he processed the findings. His brown eyes bore to his boots as he felt stiff.

Yet his chest was pounding. Feeling his heart spike as he was still flooded with the pain and memories of her face. Of what he did to her.

Price was calm as he tried to pull the man out of it.

"Simon look at me-" he said as he got around his desk. On his knees as he stared to the already broken man.

"We couldn't have known..."

"But she did John." He said as he didn't look up. Besides he shut his eyes. Feeling uneased

"The person that gave us these details is being detained. They won't be out till we know why they picked her." Kate said as she stared at the two men

John sighs as he pat Simon on his knees

"Look at me."

Simon blinked a bit as he finally met eye to eye to his captain. His friend.

"She'll be fine.. have a speedy recovery. She's a tough girl- she's gone through a lot worse physically..."

"But we hurt her John. We. Her team. Her family. We broke her 'rust, we broke her. I BROKE HER." He roared the last bit as he didn't realize the hot tears drip down his cheeks.

But Price did. And Laswell. The pair felt sympathy in the moment. They didn't wanna ignore the mental damage this could cause

"Of course we did.. physically and mentally.. that was us. Mentally she might take longer. She'll need longer Simon. But we'll be here with you both every damn step of the way if we must. Because you two are family.." John said firm but clear. Making his and Laswells, along with the Task Force intentions clear.

They'll be there every step of the way.

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When Ximena woke up. Her curls were pulled into braids. Tucked over her chest.

Her eyes stung a bit. Realizing she was out for a while then -

Glancing around she was alone. It was also dark outside. Middle of the night more likely. Her hands squeezed a bit as she was checking her body.

Hands still moving. Her legs felt like sandbags, more likely from the pain medication they had to give her. Her feet sore even as she knew the needles she had in them for a few hours did some damage-

The room door open as a nurse came in. She blinked a bit as she spoke up.

"Mrs Riley... I'll inform the doctor you're awake. We have a bit to discuss with you ma'am..." She said as she slipped out a bit surprised the woman was up so early

Ximena groaned a bit as she laid there. Her body aching as she finally felt the pain her body had to endure.

She had cuts in so many places. She knew she looked like a tiger now, the bruises would go away slowly. Her nails would come back eventually- her eyes soften as she sighs. Remembering that they more likely seen her bare thigh at some point. The small carving she had on her thigh from Simon-

Where was Simon? Her kids? A bit of panic filled her chest as she tried to sit up. A groan left her dry lips as she whined. Forcing herself up from the stiff mattress. Her eyes hazed a bit as she heard the doctor gasp as they tried to get her back down. She waved her hands around as she didn't wanna lay anymore. She has sores all over her body from being in that stupid chair for three months-

Three months...

And her babies had to be three months old now. Her family-

Her eyes snapped open a bit later. Light beaming in, looking around she didn't realize she blacked out last night. A huff as she got up again. Sitting in the bed, but her eyes shifted to the sight besides her. Seeing Ghost in the chair. His brown eyes piercing into her as they finally made eye contact.

"Sim-"

"Please don't talk..." Ghost leaned forward as he was pondering how to speak. How to try and fix his mistakes. He didn't know if she'll forgive him or the team

"I'm.. not mad." She said as she got a chance before he spilled his guts. She knew what their job detailed. She knew that at any given moment it all could be swept away from them. Like the rug tugged out from underneath them. And when she was dragged into the interrogation room, it just made sense. Sadly she knew since Soap had been injured, the team didn't trust just anyone. And she was just someone that helped from time to time. Even if they've all broke bread together in her home.

Ghost stared at her for a second as he took in her words. He felt his mind spiral as he pressed his face into his palms. Leaning forward into the bed as he stared through the mask holes

"But we.. Ximena we did so much to you. Three months." He said as he felt his breathing quicken and panic rise

"But I get it.... We just.. Simon we could of lost Johnny. Anything or anyone can betray us.. and I get at the time you all believed I did something..." She said as she leaned forward. A groan left her lips as she felt the stitches on her stomach ache from the pressure

"I'm not mad... I'm not mad at any of you..." She repeated the words as she sighs. Bringing her hands over his as she knew he was close to a panic attack.

"I'm right here... Hey I'm right here. Simon miede.. look at me.." she whispered to him as he finally. Finally lifted his head up a tad, looking up to his wife. And she broke in that moment.

"I 'hought I lost ya... I 'hought I wasted years.. I believed you betrayed us. Our family. Our promise..." His voice shakes, the hot tears streaming down. Soaking his mask as he pressed his face into her palms. Taking in her warm dainty hands.

"I'm sorry mamas... 'm so sorry.. I should of believed ya...I should of known you wouldn't..." He said as the pain raked over him. His shoulders slumped as he felt the weight slowly fading off his back.

Her eyes creased as she leaned in. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as she softly shook in his touch.

"I would never .. and I mean it, would never hurt you. Or this team.. we're a family.. we're all we have left." She whispered as she softly hums. Her eyes flicker to his. Trying to range his emotional state and well being.

"How are you?" She asked as she waited for him to response.

His eyes soften as he peer into hers. Softly his brain swirled with so many thoughts. Their family had to endure these past months. Their new born twins, their elder children. How her family was left out of the situation. How the team had to handle and deal with the consequences now.

He ran a hand over his mask as he sighs.

"Not well... 'he kids miss ya. 'm not gonna lie, I missed you. I don't know it's been a storm without mamas 'm not gonna lie... I lost myself a bit..." He whispered as if it was a sin. A sinister act that he had done, and knowing he was here now. Hand in hand with hers as he gave her scar hands a rub.

" 'M sorry love..." He whispered as he pressed a kiss through his mask. Softly giving her a few as he wanted to make up for his sins towards her.

She softly watched him, her brown eyes soften. A small flicker of light in them as she listened to his words.

"I'm probably crazy... I know most would be outraged or upset. Probably never talk to you lot every again...But don't blame ya... I can't, if something similar happened I would of done the same. More likely would have to either way..."

Her voice was soft as she looked down, she tapped her foot as she felt an odd normalcy

"Did they say when I can go home?"

"Mmm no.. John wanted speak to ya..." He said looking at her. He never let her hand go, not wishing to make another mistake again.

"Ok... That's fine then... I hope soon. I wanna see the kids..." She softly smiled to him as she beamed with joy. A soft light.

Ghost felt like his wife was an actual angel, and him the sinner in church that didn't deserve the attention.

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When she returned home. The kids surrounded her.

Her four tots were thrilled mommy was home. But she did look different.

Her leg had a wrap around it, on her thighs. Her curls were a bit shorter, mid back now no longer the hip length she worked for.

Her scar hands linger as she rubbed them over her sweet children's heads. Her body aches even as her eldest surrounded the thirty something woman.

Simon sighs as he swayed his kids off

" 'Lright tots, let mum breath. Go sit, 'M gonna help mum over."

The kids sigh and agree as they waddle into the living.

Ximena gripped his hand as he eased her into the house.

He knew she came back differently. Mentally and physically, she sighs a bit as they settled on the couch. The kids and her snuggles up as she softly felt peace creep inside her.

Simon sighs a bit as he was content with her finally being home. Feeling their home be full again, the light that was missing was brought back in.

And he knew that, along with his kids. He noticed the infants in their playpen as they were kicking and giggling. The little girls were excited as they heard their mums voice.

He went over and picked up the three months old twins. Bringing them over as he tucked them into his wife's arms.

"They missed you too..." He whispered as he knealt besides them. He glanced to his wife as he thought of her

She was his stars, the moon, and the sun all in one being. He sighs as he rest his head against her thigh.

The family felt complete now.

But sadly who knew how long it would take for them to heal. Or how this would effect the family structure they created.

Ximena knew one thing for sure. She missed three months of her children's lives.

Especially the twins she gave birth to. But only time could tell.

Months would pass since. And the family wasn't the same. Ximena softly spiral. Even had to go therapy since she was released.

She noticed she didn't have a bond with her twins. The girls seeking their father more often.

She felt terrible, like she was failing in life since she was released. Her curls framed her face as she sat on her bed. Softly sobbing as she didn't feel like herself anymore.

On the other side of the bedroom door. Simon leaned on it. Knowing it was his and his men's fault. They destroyed a very able woman. One that was once feared by many.

And turned her into a crumble of a woman. Now a shell of who she once was

And he knew. He softly created a monster of a woman. But not one to fear. One that feared others.

He saw the way she stared at him. Or the lads when they came over.

Soap was the only one she was close to now. Since he was injured during the time. He wasn't given the okay till she was released.

Both bonding over their trauma. Sadly for different reasons.

Simon slid down the door as he prayed

Prayed this wasn't the end of his beloved marriage. Along with his precious wife he had devoted all his time to. He prayed to whoever would listen.

He didn't want it to end like this-

Nor did she.

Both truly distraught over the relationship they had once. Where laughter was all the house was once filled with. Love and smiles was painted on the walls of the built home.

This home was created from scratch. Their relationship was crafted from time together. So much time together.

And tots that filled its halls. Because they had an undying love for the other. An undying devotion to each other.

But the strain on each other began.

Arguments were a bit frequent. Soft fights about the children and them going out on dates. And him being gone often for deployment.

It started to take a small toll. But they seemed normal on the outside.

But as the sobs filled their home. Thankfully no kids home. Just them in a broken house. A broken relationship. A broken home.

[gothushi]

kinktober day 24; public sex, luke

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Just as you're finishing in the bathroom, you can't help but think about how impressed you are with Luke's behavior tonight. That is, until you go to leave and get crowded by Luke urging you right back into the brightly lit restroom.

The hand that had previously been rubbing on your thigh beneath the table not finds your waist, tugging you closer as his lips find your neck.

"Ah- Jesus," you huff a laugh, hearing him turn the lock on the door, your hands finding his arms for some balance. Luke's teeth graze your jawline, a pleased hum escaping his lips. He's quick to grope down your body, finding your ass through the velvety fabric of your dress.

"You- little shit." You mutter, eyes fluttering as he sucks and licks over your throat. Despite that, your hands squeeze on his arms. "All you had to do was put up with a ten minute card ride." You scold softly, feeling your back press against the cold, wooden door, the chatter of the restaurant muffled through it.

He offers you a grin before leaning in to nip at your skin. He thinks you sound so good trying to keep your composure, when you're trying to not let yourself be affected by his lips.

"That's ten minutes too long." He ruts his rapidly hardening cock into your front.

"So you thought," you start, hands roaming up to his shoulders, then his hair, "that you'd come in here and just get what you want?"

He giggles against your skin, giving a light suck before pulling away. His blues lock with yours, an amused grin spreading on his lips. "You know me too well." He teases, lips grazing yours every so briefly before whispering against your mouth. "Lucky for you, it's what you want, too." His hips give another languid roll, hands finding your waist.

"Mmf- brat. Not tonight." You grunt quietly before your hand tightens in his hair, the golden strands combed back neatly now tussled by your grasp, tugging his head back.

Luke's eyes go a little wide at the tug, pulling another quiet sound from him as he bites his lower lip. He can feel his dick aching in his pants, crumbling underneath your aura of control. He wants to say something snarky in response, but it comes out as a breathless, "Please?" Rolling his hips a little rougher, more deliberate.

"Absolutely not." You tsk quietly, nudging off the door and crowding him backwards until his ass hits the edge of the sinks counter. Luckily, your heels have you closer to his height, so that just adds to the intimidation he feels. His hands find the granite, fingers curling around the lip of it. He's stubborn, won't let you have the upper hand without a little bit of resistance.

He licks his lips, voice coming out husky, "Why not, babe?"

"'cause you couldn't wait ten more minutes, you little whore." You insult, one hand staying in his hair to keep him held up. The other one roams over his chest, sighing almost disappointingly, "You were being such a good boy."

He runs his tongue over his lower lip briefly when you call him names, and when you pull on his hair a quiet groan escapes him. He doesn't like being called out, even if it's true. He kinda regrets messing up, because he was so well behaved for the entire night, for the most part.

He wants to pout, wants to throw a little more of a fit, but he'd rather you touch him more. So, he simply whines, "Please."

"Oh, now you wanna beg?" You laugh, tugging on his roots on purpose. Your other hand undoes some of the buttons on his white shirt, exposing that smooth, tanned skin.

He groans again, his back arching as his pants get tighter. He finds himself nodding quickly, not feeling shy for a moment. "Please." he repeats, a breathy pant following.

Nudging his shirt open, exposing his tummy and tugging the fabric free from his pants, you tsk again. "You did a much better job of that the other night." The jab mixed with praise makes his skin heat up, blush blooming over his cheekbones.

Luke's eyes briefly shut when your fingers ghost his skin, but they open when you mention the other night. It doesn't go unnoticed how embarrassed he gets, his skin flushing a cute shade of red.

"You weren't teasing me then."

"Oh, hush. All I did was wear my nice dress, not my fault you can't control yourself." You twist your hand over to palm over the bulge in his slacks, feeling his dick jump as he whimpers.

"You're cruel."

"And you're the one who just twitched in your pants." You retort, leaning in to press your glossed lips over his jaw. Your other hand curls over his bulge, palming over that aching cock as his hips rut up eagerly.

He whines, a groaned noise as he tries to keep himself together. He can feel his breath coming in small pants, neck starting to arch with wanting to lean forward but still held by your hand. He wants to say something snarky, but all that comes out is a weak, choked whisper.

"Babe."

"I'm not fucking you in this bathroom." You scold softly, shaking your head. "But I will let you cum. if you ask nicely." You push the heel of your palm down onto his cock, rubbing up and down over the shaft, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.

Luke's thighs tense up, knees going weak as he whines softly again. he wants to complain, but all he can do is grind himself into your hand. With his scalp stinging, his eyes flit down to stare at you, voice needier, "Please, babe."

You pull back enough to tilt your head at him, offering a sympathetic look. "Does someone regret not waiting? Hm?"

His brows knit together, eyes glazing over with pleasure as he chases the friction you're giving him. He knows he got himself into this, knows you won't go easy on him once home, but he doesn't care. "Please." He repeats.

"Could've had allll kinds of attention at home." You draw your hand off his bulge for just a moment just to smack over his cock before resuming your rubbing.

His body jerks with a yelp, biting onto his plush lower lip hard. "I still can." He pleas.

"No, no, you can't. We'll go home, and you'll spend some time over my knee." You promise, cooing, leaning down to press a kiss over his chest.

Luke ahs to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the arousal coiling in his stomach, the way his dick throbs and leaks in his boxers. A soft moan escapes him, chest heaving with breaths as he stares with hooded eyes.

"Yes, ma'am." He swallows thickly.

"There he is. Too bad it's too late to be good." You hum, squeezing over his bulge as his body pushes forward, a guttural moan leaving his lips.

"Please, please, please, love. I'm gonna-" He trails off when your lips wrap around one of his nipples, back bending into the touch with a short cry. His legs go jelly like, trembling as he cums in his pants. His hips buck, a litany of little 'thank you's tumbling from him as his cock jumps and throbs under your palm.

He feels you button up his shirt again, light touches as you adjust his jacket, the collar of his dress shirt. His own arms find your waist, a kiss pressed to your forehead as he peers down at you shyly.

"Don't think I forgive you. I was serious, c'mon." Your hand curls in his, pulling him to the door on his wobbly legs.

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[naughtybabysdesires]

Ghostface’s Girl

I’m gonna chase you around with a knife and finally catch you. Chloroform you until you pass out and you will wake up later with your clothes gone and in a bimbo like set of undies. Tied up in a basement. There’s photos of you all over the wall. Photos of you from years ago. From college, from your office, from nights out and then you see it… Photos of you sleeping and looking so cozy and soft. Photos of you where you suddenly feel so fucked up that someone was there and you didn’t even know and now that someone finally has you. You’re tied up in a dark room and dressed like a fucktoy. You feel so icky and gross.

Tears slowly start to form as you remember advice from your friends…

‘Don’t dress like a bimbo’

‘Don’t be a slut online’

And then you recall one friend who said

‘Someone will get you one day’ and that’s when the tears start to flow. You hear a door gently open and see the shape of a man. He’s 6 foot 4, muscular and broad shoulders. Wearing a ghost face mask and a blue tshirt and white pants.

He stands in front of you and leans over you, touching your soft skin as you try to back away, making him chuckle. He speaks in the softest voice and says ‘finally, you’re here. This temple was built in your honour, little one. Don’t you like it?’ And he wipes your tears and forcibly makes you look again at photos he’s taken of you over the years. You can feel his bulge growing as he stands behind you, poking your ass which might as well be naked and exposed. You feel his hands groping your body and touching you all over inappropriately and you cry again.

‘Mister please.., please stop. I will forget and forgive it all. Just let me go. Please I’m begging…’

But he just shushes you and puts one arm around your neck and the other hand into your panties. ‘If you wanted to, you could’ve left you dumb little slut. You’re not really tied to anything. But I’m just making your fantasies come true aren’t I? You’re such a dumdum online and so fucking bold. Why are you crying now huh?? And look how fucking wet you are’. He brings his fingers, now coated in your juices to your mouth and you open it and stick out your tongue instinctively. The dumb little girl inside you somehow wants this, craves this. You taste your own juices off his fingers and enthusiastically suck them clean, wiggling your ass on his cock. Moaning softly as you do.

You feel your undies being slid to one side and suddenly feel his length pressing against you. You’re halfway between tears and pure unadulterated bliss and your pussy and brain aren’t in sync as you leak even more.

You feel him press against your pussy, halting at your entrance. You hear him grunt a little and say ‘Finally baby girl. After years of craving you, I can finally claim you.’

And with that, he gently thrusts into you. Using his height and strength he positions you and bends you over, making sure you can look at the one mirror in the room, holding your face and making you stare at yourself as his thick cock pushes into you.

Your pussy opens up and accepts its fate. Getting wetter and adjusting to his length and girth. You cry and moan at the same time, seeing the ghost face mask and feeling yourself grip on his dick as he moves inside you, thrusting deep and slow at first. His other hand travels down your soft flesh touching you and groping you before settling on your hips as he increases his pace. The tears stop when you start to feel nothing but pleasure and your mind starts to break.

You’re still confused but now your pussy is clenching on him and you’re moaning and not crying anymore. Your hips move back on his cock as he violated you and uses you like you’ve never before been used. Other men have bent you over, other men may have been inside you but this feels different. This, is surrender. And now your tears are those of joy as he growls and grunts and moans. His tip bruising your cervix as he gives you those last crucial strokes.

You start to cum on his thick cock, your body finally fully betraying you. Crying out as your orgasm hits, you feel him pick up his pace and become erratic. You half heartedly beg him to not creampie you, but you know he ain’t listening to you. You now belong to him as his seed floods forward from his cock and into your womb. Settling warm and filling you up. It’s just Day 0 of being his little slave slut. And already you feel like this is where you were always meant to be. This is what your true purpose has always been.

Omg, this is so hot 🥺

[darkfantasyprincess23]

You see me in the woods from a distance but don’t pay much attention. Until suddenly I’m wearing a ghost face mask and coming really close. I’m gonna chase you around with a knife and finally catch you. Chloroform you until you pass out and you will wake up later with your clothes gone and in a bimbo like set of undies.

Tied up in a basement. There’s photos of you all over the wall. Photos of you from years ago. From college, from your office, from nights out and then you see it… Photos of you sleeping and looking so cozy and soft.

Photos of you where you suddenly feel so fucked up that someone was there and you didn’t even know and now that someone finally has you. You’re tied up in a dark room and dressed like a fucktoy. You feel so icky and gross.

Tears slowly start to form as you remember advice from your friends…

‘Don’t dress like a bimbo’

‘Don’t be a slut online’

And then you recall one friend who said

‘Someone will get you one day’ and that’s when the tears start to flow. You hear a door gently open and see the shape of a man. He’s 6 foot 4, muscular and broad shoulders. Wearing a ghost face mask and a blue tshirt and white pants. It’s the same guy you saw in the woods.

He stands in front of you and leans over you, touching your soft skin as you try to back away, making him chuckle. He speaks in the softest voice and says ‘finally, you’re here. This temple was built in your honour, little one. Don’t you like it?’ And he wipes your tears and forcibly makes you look again at photos he’s taken of you over the years. You can feel his bulge growing as he stands behind you, poking your ass which might as well be naked and exposed. You feel his hands groping your body and touching you all over inappropriately and you cry again.

‘Mister please.., please stop. I will forget and forgive it all. Just let me go. Please I’m begging…’

But he just shushes you and puts one arm around your neck and the other hand into your panties. ‘If you wanted to, you could’ve left you dumb little slut. You’re not really tied to anything. But I’m just making your fantasies come true aren’t I? You’re such a dumdum online and so fucking bold. Why are you crying now huh?? And look how fucking wet you are’. He brings his fingers, now coated in your juices to your mouth and you open it and stick out your tongue instinctively. The dumb little girl inside you somehow wants this, craves this. You taste your own juices off his fingers and enthusiastically suck them clean, wiggling your ass on his cock. Moaning softly as you do.

You feel your undies being slid to one side and suddenly feel his length pressing against you. You’re halfway between tears and pure unadulterated bliss and your pussy and brain aren’t in sync as you leak even more.

You feel him press against your pussy, halting at your entrance. You hear him grunt a little and say ‘Finally baby girl. After years of craving you, I can finally claim you.’

And with that, he gently thrusts into you. Using his height and strength he positions you and bends you over, making sure you can look at the one mirror in the room, holding your face and making you stare at yourself as his thick cock pushes into you.

Your pussy opens up and accepts its fate. Getting wetter and adjusting to his length and girth. You cry and moan at the same time, seeing the ghost face mask and feeling yourself grip on his dick as he moves inside you, thrusting deep and slow at first.

His other hand travels down your soft flesh touching you and groping you before settling on your hips as he increases his pace. The tears stop when you start to feel nothing but pleasure and your mind starts to break.

You’re still confused but now your pussy is clenching on him and you’re moaning and not crying anymore. Your hips move back on his cock as he violates you and uses you like you’ve never before been used.

Other men have bent you over, other men may have been inside you but this feels different. This, is surrender. And now your tears are those of joy as he growls and grunts and moans. His tip bruising your cervix as he gives you those last crucial strokes.

You start to cum on his thick cock, your body finally fully betraying you. Crying out as your orgasm hits, you feel him pick up his pace and become erratic. You half heartedly beg him to not creampie you, but you know he ain’t listening to you.

You now belong to him as his seed floods forward from his cock and into your womb. Settling warm and filling you up. It’s just Day 0 of being his little slave slut. And already you feel like this is where you were always meant to be. This is what your true purpose has always been. Being Ghostface’s Good Girl.

- ⭐️⭐️

Maybe then I'll finally be a good girl. Oghh this story makes me tingle so much

I can't say for sure if I would scream loudly or if my mouth would just fall open

and or uhhmm ohaa I have goosebumps, more please please please please!!!

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that RHIANNON BOWEN.. they’re a 29-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being MESSY & SELF-DESTRUCTIVE but there are some people who have seen them being LIVELY & PROVOCATIVE. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of little white lines on a glass coffee table, the moment when the beat drops, and always living life like you're running out of time, but that could just be because they’re considered the HARD-DRINKING PARTY GIRL around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser Midnights become my afternoons When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

OVERVIEW

Name: Rhiannon Elaine Bowen

Nickname(s): Rhi, Rhia

DOB: February 20, 2095

Age: 29

FC: Suki Waterhouse

Height: 5'8"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: DJ at Club Delirium

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] outgoing, lively, provocative [–] messy, imprudent, self-destructive

BIOGRAPHY

tw: drug use

Rhiannon's parents, Kyle and Darcy, were only 19 years old when she was born. They were still just dating at the time, and saying that her conception had been a little bit of an accident would be an understatement.

It was her father's decision to name her after a Fleetwood Mac song. Her middle name, Elaine, is a reference to The Graduate and was given to her by her Uncle Kip, who was one of her mother's closest friends at the time.

Her early childhood was fine, for the most part, if a little bit rocky at times. Her parents did the best that they could to raise her well, but they were barely adults themselves, and they didn't always make the most responsible decisions when it came to parenting. As a toddler, she spent a lot more time than she should have at house parties sitting on the laps of drunken strangers. They were all very nice, but they probably should not have been babysitting her.

When she was 9 years old, her parents had saved up enough money to have her little brother made. They named him Kipton, after Darcy's friend who had passed away a few years prior, which made Rhiannon feel some type of way that she was too young to articulate at the time. She was barely old enough to wrap her head around the concept of death and was now being forced to use her dead uncle's name every time she talked about her baby brother.

It did not help that, because their parents had grown up enough to now be more responsible as caregivers, Kip was given a wildly different experience during his early childhood than she was. Obviously, she didn't want them to be irresponsible with him, but that didn't stop her from feeling a little bit jealous—especially when he started showing an interest in hockey and they started pouring most of their time and resources into finding ways for him to play.

At that point, Rhiannon was a teenager and it didn't take long for her to start acting out. Her grades slipped, and she started dressing provocatively, drinking heavily, doing drugs, and sleeping around. She could tell that her parents hoped it was a phase, but when she barrelled into adulthood an intoxicated mess and showed no signs of stopping, that was when they tried to get involved.

They tried to intervene, after which she angrily asked them where they got off trying to parent her now, and what right they had to police her for behaviour they had exposed her to. Out of all the things that she has done, that is perhaps the one that she regrets the most, because deep down, she knows it wasn't fair.

After choosing to skip college, her twenties passed in a blur of loud music, strobe lights, and more illegal substances than any human should consume. She worked a series of dead end jobs to get by, but eventually managed to work her way into a steady gig as a DJ for hire, which as it turned out, she was actually quite good at. After a few years of working various parties and events, she was given a permanent spot as an in-house DJ at Club Delirium.

Rhiannon is rapidly approaching her thirties and is still as much of a mess as she was in her teens. Deep down, she knows that she can't live the way that she does forever, but the truth is that she doesn't know how to stop. She has been this person for so long that she has no idea who she is outside of it.

The only person in her life that she shows any semblance of responsibility toward is Kipton. In spite of everything, she loves her little brother and desperately wants to be the kind of person that he can look up to. No matter how hungover she is, or how little sleep she got the night before, she goes to all of his games.

MISC

Rhiannon is a talented singer and makes her own music. Her style doesn't really fit the vibe of a nightclub, so she rarely plays her own songs during her sets, but she occasionally overlays her own vocals over the songs that she does play.

[tricks-n-illusions]

[Ref] - [Character Tag] - Lune Farrier - The Catalyst of Change

Name: Lune Farrier Universe: Current Universe Status/Trainer: Trainer + Palkia Familiar Pronouns: He/Him Type of Pokemon: Mimikyu - Human-Turned Ghost

Age: Child (8 years old) Height: 1'9" (53 cm) Deity Pact: Palkia

Type: [Ghost] [Fairy] Nature: Sassy - Often lost in thought Ability: Disguise Spzd. Move:

 Illusion - Failing Illusion [Ghost]: The user can use Illusion much like a Zorua, however, it tends to be more prone to failing. It often flickers or altogether breaks exposing the user’s true form.

Moveset:

Copy Cat [Normal]: The user mimics the move used immediately before it. This move fails if no other move has been used yet.

Shadow Sneak [Ghost]: The user extends its shadow and attacks the target from behind. This move always goes first.

[X] Shadow Claw [Ghost]: The user attacks by slashing the target with a sharp claw made from shadows. This move has a heightened chance of landing a critical hit.

Destiny Bond [Ghost]: If the user is knocked out after using this move, the Pokémon that knocked it out will also faint. This move’s chance of failing rises if it is used in succession.

[Mark of Palkia] - Lune belongs to the God Palkia, his connection with them seems to be very spotty at best.

[Familiar Pendant - Eternus] -  A strange pendant gifted to Lune by Palkia, It helps him control his familiar and channel its magic. It looks to be fading into grey, and its familiar partly locked away.

[Defining Traits]

Lune is a Mimikyu in a Zoura suit.

Lune only follows Silas because he wants something from him

[Major Facts]

N/A

[Minor Facts]

N/A

[Check main profile for most up-to-date version]

[Important History] - [Present Day] 

N/A

[Important History] - [Past] 

N/A

[Check main profile for most up-to-date version]

[carnistcervine]

Last refs done for AF! ^^ All of these characters already had profiles, but I just wanted to make some better references for them.

Bios under the cut.

Aluna Nocte Species: Darkrai Type: Dark Height: 4'11" Ability: Bad Dreams Nature: Quiet Characteristic: Good perseverance

-Her hands are black and clawed like Darkrai's. -All of her teeth are sharp. -She has freckles. -She can be pretty moody, and likes to be alone. -She despises bullies and bigots, and will torment any she finds with unending nightmares. -The feet of her boots look like paws.

Boo *Her eyes are spooky and glowey *She has fangs, pale skin, and supernatural gold eyes, but she is not vampiric in any way. In fact she actually finds the idea repulsive, but does love cranberry juice and messing with people. *She is an asexual female. *She's naturally shy and reclusive, very reserved and can come across as aloof. *But she can be mischevous at times.

Niore Species: Dusknoir Type: Ghost Height: 7'3" Ability: Pressure Nature: Quiet Characteristic: Often lost in though

Design notes: *She has one eye(the other is a hollow socket) and a jagged Dusknoir mouth. *Her antenna is crooked and bent, so it causes her migraines and some symptoms of dementia. *She has freckles. :3 *She/Her pronouns *Asexual~ *She's a human turned Dusknoir, who only retains faint memories of when she was human *She remembers having a cat who died, but no species of cat Pokemon seems to jog her memory *She's generally irritable(read: salt mine) *She can summon a scythe made of darkness to reap souls without damaging the body *Lady Dimitrescu vibes *She has a hard time interpreting the signals from the Spirit World because her antenna is so damaged, the harsh resonance is why she suffers migraines. *She's a lot more patient, or at least tries to be with the souls of the young, weak, fearful. She genuinely doesn't want to make death any more traumatic that it already is. *She has no patience for the souls of the wicked though. *While she tries to be patient with innocent souls, her migraines limit her patience, so she ends up taking them by force sometimes. *Niore has a lot less patience when she first becomes a Dusknoir, but mellows out with time.

Ignis Infernalis *Ghost *She/Her *Asexual *Hostile and vengeful. Can be downright murderous. Unapologetic and unafraid to hurt anyone's feelings. *Basically, just ridiculously and relentlessly mean. x'D *Loves cats tho *Can create and manipulate purple fire. *Umbrakinetic

Convexa *She/Her *Asexual *Looks like an eldritch abomination/has a nightmare face, so it's either hidden by shadow or covered up by a mask. *Fond of masks, especially scary or ugly ones. *Generally reserved and shy, prefers to keep to herself, quite the gloomy fellow. *Doesn't expose her skin, she keeps any potentially exposed areas wrapped in bandages. Like a mummy. *Her scarf and wings are made from living darkness and can change appearance to represent different night skies. *She has the ability to change her wings into any other shape she desires. This includes wrapping them around herself like a blanket. *Her real eyes are hidden, and the ones we see are just a magical glow. *Her hair is soft and quite curly, but also thick like a lion's mane. *Absolute pastel goth. *Harbinger of doom *Uses dark magic, umbrakinetic *Can tear holes in the fabric of reality *Lives in a space in between universes *Can read the "coding" of the universe and gain insight into potential futures/the world around her *Her true form is a biblically accurate angel. :3

[lightdancer1]

Wrapped up the next volume of the Oxford History of the United States:

This and Battle Cry of Freedom remain the best two of the entire series thus far, and they are this because they both share a specific point none of the others really try to do. They do not merely recap the views and experiences of the time in a narrative history, they note and expose the sheer mass of self-deception and willingly buying into their own lies that underlay the hearts of some parts of this era, along with the casual barbaric brutality that was another part of it.

This book had a great many potential places to begin, but elected to do so with the funeral procession of Lincoln's train. It argues that the victorious Republicans of 1865 took from that victory vindication of the original Mk. I Free Soil vision and the very self-deceptive delusion that the scale of military defeat moderated the former rebel armies and their leaders. Neither proved to be true and in 873 pages precisely why that proved to be the case is illustrated. The book also notes the ironies that Black people were given specific rigged realities that have shaped their lives ever since, the Southern white elite through fire and sword recreating a pale ghost of the old order through night-rider terror and through wholesale destruction of the principle of rule of law. No land transfers were made on any scale that mattered for Black people, but the US government retained its fundamental nature to that point as a huge land transfer machine in the last phases of the old Indian Wars.

The country of George Washington vanished at Appomattox, the one envisioned by the Republicans of 1865 died a slower but no less total death to produce the corporate-state conglomerates that become recognizably that of our time, and where the avarice and greed of empire produced endless failures rewarded with lavish subsidies while official rhetoric, of course, pretended none of this was true. This was also the last golden age of Senatorial leaders as its main and most powerful political figures, men like Roscoe Conkling and James G. Blaine, were products of the Senate of that era who never translated that actual power into the Presidency.

The world of free labor became that of the particularly US pattern of industrial capitalism and even the advocates of that classical liberal view found the reality of the world forged in the fires of Reconstruction and then the convulsions of shifts from free soil to the reality of class struggle on the one hand and the efforts of the Bourbon South to re-establish a very specific kind of white supremacy in the South as the Army and politicians did so against first Indigenous peoples and then Chinese people in the West.

The reality was a USA whose air became filthier, whose cities were death traps where the very rich and the very poor engaged in strife that could and did turn horrifically bloody, where height shrank, lives got shorter, and misery increased to sufficient levels that in 1896, where the book ends, a signal crisis and the last gasp of Jeffersonian-Jacksonian politics died with a whimper in the Bryan vs. McKinley election. Modernity was very real, and for all the deep limitations the United States at this time really did become the juggernaut in the making that would become first a rival for global empire in 1945 and then last rat standing in 1991. But that process only began in the 1860s and was still in further motion in the 1890s and owed itself to a huge amount of luck and circumstances nobody could have foreseen short of omniscience.

10/10.

[ballroomdancer8]

Can someone draw this character?

Daniel Danny Danielson

'''Full Name:''' Daniel Danny Danielson '''Alias:'''

Danseur Danny

Daniel the Dancer

Danny the Jig

Dan the Dancing Dean

Tap-dancing Danny

Danny the Choreographer

Daniel the Ballroom King

Breakdance Danny

Danny the Flamenco

Daniel the Ballet Maestro

Salsa Dan

Danny the Swing Master

Danielson the Tapper

Danny the Irish Dancer

Daniel the Freestyle Dynamo

Danny the Hip Hop Virtuoso

Dancehall Dan

Danny the Tango Titan

Daniel the Capoeira Connoisseur

Danny the Bollywood Star

The Elegant Emperor Dan

The Pedigree Pharaoh Daniel

The Gentleman Guru Danny

The Chivalrous Chief Dan

The Smooth Sultan Daniel

The Dancing Dean Danny

The Dashing Duke Dan

The Charming Conqueror Daniel

The Allamanda Ambassador Danny

The Ballroom Baron Dan

The Minuet Mogul Daniel

Only Pamela Isley call him this (Pollen)

Only Harleen Frances Quinzel call him this (Jester)

'''Biographical Information'''

'''Birth Name:''' [Danny is his middle Name]

'''Gender:''' Male

'''Date of Birth:''' [Date of Birth]

'''Age:''' [Current Age]

'''Height:''' 5'5" (165 cm)

'''Weight:''' 140 lbs (63.5 kg)

'''Build:''' Naturally skinny

'''Occupation:''' Owner of the Dancing Den

'''Background:'''

Born and raised in the tight-knit community of Millville, Ohio, Danny grew up immersed in the idyllic surroundings and rustic charm of his hometown. While the official name of the town is Millville, the locals commonly refer to it as Hamilton, owing to its close proximity to the city of Hamilton. Life in this close community provided both comfort and challenges for Danny.

As a child, Danny faced bullying due to his naturally skinny frame, which compelled him to seek activities that would help him find acceptance. It was during this search that he stumbled upon the art of dance, discovering an extraordinary passion that would shape his destiny. Embracing his newfound love, Danny dedicated himself to honing his skills and mastering various dance styles.

'''Transformation into Dancing Ghost:'''

Danny's life took a dramatic turn when he found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. While visiting a local library, situated in close proximity to an abandoned factory, a catastrophic accident occurred. Unbeknownst to Danny, a series of events unfolded simultaneously, resulting in a convergence of toxic substances.

Within the confines of the library, the toxic chemicals that would eventually create the Joker himself leaked into the premises. At the same time, a separate incident was unfolding, giving rise to Poison Ivy as a result of her own unfortunate accident. The combination of these two disparate events led to a perilous situation.

As fate would have it, the toxic substances mingled and intermingled within the library, creating a volatile concoction. Unleashed by this convergence, the toxic blend flooded the surroundings, exposing Danny to its deadly effects.

The aftermath of the incident left Danny forever changed. The combination of Poison Ivy's accident liquid and the Joker's toxic substances fused within him, creating a unique hybridization of their chaotic powers. The process imbued him with extraordinary abilities that were unlike anything the world had seen before.

'''Appearance:'''

Daniel Danielson stands at a height of 5'5" and weighs approximately 140 lbs. He has a naturally skinny build. When not assuming his superhero persona, Daniel prefers to wear clothing in his favorite colors, including black, grey, white, and red. He has dark brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes that exude warmth and kindness. His skin tone is pinkish peach, giving him a healthy and vibrant complexion.

He may often be mistaken for someone in their late teens or early twenties due to his vibrant energy and fresh demeanor. However, his true age belies this initial impression, as he is actually in his late thirties. His youthful spirit, coupled with his passion for dance and active lifestyle, keeps him looking and feeling younger than his chronological age. Danny's ability to connect with people of different generations, bridging the gap between age groups, is a testament to his timeless charm and vitality.

'''Mistake identity:'''

Despite Daniel's masculine appearance and identity, there have been instances where some people, including lesbians, have mistaken him for a girl from a distance or from behind. This misconception is primarily due to Daniel's relatively short hair, which may give the impression of a more feminine appearance from certain angles. However, upon closer interaction or when his full appearance is visible, it becomes clear that he is a male.

Daniel takes these instances in stride, understanding that appearances can sometimes lead to misunderstandings. He doesn't take offense to the mistake and often laughs it off, appreciating the humor in the situation. He embraces the diversity of people's perceptions and recognizes that individual experiences and perspectives can shape how others perceive him.

'''Personality:'''

Daniel's multifaceted personality is shaped by his life experiences and the powers he possesses. Here are some prominent aspects of his character:

Shy at First: Daniel's initial encounters with others tend to be marked by a reserved and cautious demeanor, requiring time to build trust and establish comfort.

Creative: Daniel's passion for dance fuels his creativity, allowing him to think outside the box and find innovative solutions to challenges he faces.

Humor: Daniel possesses a playful and lighthearted sense of humor, which he uses to bring joy and laughter to those around him, even in the midst of adversity.

Family-Oriented: The importance of family and loved ones resonates deeply with Daniel. He cherishes his relationships and prioritizes their well-being and happiness above all else.

Artistic: Beyond his dance abilities, Daniel appreciates and engages in various forms of art, finding inspiration and solace in creative expression.

Directed: Daniel possesses a strong sense of purpose and direction, knowing what he wants to achieve and remaining focused on his goals.

Bold: Despite his initial shyness, Daniel can display a bold and courageous side when faced with adversity. He pushes through challenges and takes risks to protect others and fight for justice.

Logical and Cautious: Daniel's decision-making process is grounded in logic and careful consideration. He weighs potential outcomes and assesses risks before taking action.

Compassionate: Daniel is deeply empathetic and compassionate, always seeking to understand others and offer support and comfort when needed.

Conservative: Daniel holds traditional values close to his heart, often adopting a conservative approach in various aspects of his life.

Faithful: Loyalty and faithfulness are integral to Daniel's character. He remains committed to his loved ones and the causes he believes in.

Frank: Daniel values honesty and straightforwardness, often expressing his thoughts and opinions in a direct and candid manner.

Funny and Friendly: Daniel's friendly and approachable nature, combined with his sense of humor, makes him an enjoyable presence in social interactions.

Generous and Genuine: Daniel possesses a generous spirit and genuinely cares for the well-being of others, always willing to lend a helping hand.

Gentleman: Daniel embodies chivalry and respect, treating others with kindness and courtesy, particularly towards women.

Prankster: Daniel's mischievous side emerges occasionally, as he enjoys playing harmless pranks on friends and allies, adding a touch of playful mischief to their lives.

Inspired by Children: Daniel finds inspiration and joy in the innocence and purity of children. Their wonder and enthusiasm remind him of the importance of embracing life's simple pleasures.

Loving and Kind: Daniel's love extends to those around him, radiating kindness and warmth in his interactions.

Modest: Despite his extraordinary powers and heroic deeds, Daniel remains humble and modest, never seeking excessive recognition or praise.

Mortal: Though possessing incredible abilities, Daniel understands his mortality, reminding him of the fragility and preciousness of life.

Lone Wolf: At times, Daniel prefers solitude and introspection, seeking solace in his own thoughts and finding strength in self-reflection.

'''Powers and Abilities:'''

''' Cloth Manipulation:''' Danny possesses the extraordinary ability to manipulate and control cloth and fabric. He can command the fibers and threads of any cloth, shaping them into various forms, sizes, and structures. Through his precise control, he can alter the elasticity, density, and flexibility of the fabric, allowing it to stretch, contract, or become rigid at his will. Danny can also reshape existing cloth, transforming it into different garments, objects, or even protective barriers. His cloth manipulation power gives him versatile tools for offense, defense, and creative problem-solving.

'''Teleportation:''' Danny can effortlessly transport himself from one location to another, utilizing his dance as a conduit for swift movement.

'''Invisibility:''' With the fluidity of his dance, Danny can render himself invisible, making him a stealthy force against his adversaries.

''' Intangibility:''' Danny's rhythmic control over his body allows him to phase through solid objects, granting him the ability to pass through walls and obstacles unimpeded.

'''Appendage Manipulation:''' Through his dance routines, Danny possesses precise control over his limbs, enabling him to elongate, bend, or twist them to his advantage in combat. He can spout any limbs from any surface.

'''Elemental Manipulation:''' Danny's movements have a profound effect on the elements, allowing him to summon winds, conjure rainstorms, or alter atmospheric conditions.

'''Plant Manipulation:''' With his connection to nature through dance, Danny can manipulate plants, commanding them to grow, change shape, or provide him with assistance.

''' Magnetism Manipulation:''' Through the magnetic forces he harnesses while dancing, Danny can control and manipulate metal objects, shaping them to his will.

'''Shapeshifting:''' Danny's dance serves as a catalyst for him to change his appearance, assuming the likeness of others or transforming into different creatures, adapting to various situations.

'''Animal Communication:''' Danny's affinity for dance extends to the animal kingdom, enabling him to communicate with animals and understand their language.

'''Infant Communication:''' In a display of empathetic connection, Danny can communicate with infants, conversing with them in their own language and understanding their needs.

'''Emotion Sensor:''' Danny possesses the innate ability to sense and perceive the emotions of those around him, allowing him to empathize deeply and respond accordingly.

''' Wall Climbing:''' Danny's enhanced agility and body control grant him the power to effortlessly scale walls and vertical surfaces, defying gravity with dance-like ascents.

'''Danger Sense:''' Danny has an instinctual perception of imminent threats and impending danger, providing him with heightened awareness and the ability to react swiftly.

'''Speed Reading:''' Danny possesses the remarkable ability to rapidly absorb and comprehend written information, allowing him to process vast amounts of text within moments.

'''Heightened Senses:''' Danny's dance-enhanced senses grant him heightened perception, enabling him to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel with extraordinary acuity.

'''Ancestral Knowledge:''' Whenever Danny shakes someone's hand, he gains an instant and comprehensive understanding of their family tree, spanning from the present day to the beginnings of Earth's history.

'''Likes:'''

Daniel has a variety of interests and hobbies, including:

Video games

Board games

Card games

Walking

Dancing

Creative writing

'''Fears:'''

Daniel has two notable fears:

Deep body of water

Heights

'''Relationships:'''

''Kathy Kane (first girlfriend just kissing and holding hands.):''' A unique encounter led Danny and Kathy Kane to share their first kiss, which sparked a brief dating venture. Despite their initial attraction, they realized that their personalities and long-term goals didn't align. After a week of exploring their connection, they decided to end their romantic relationship amicably, opting to remain friends and support each other in their respective endeavors.

'''Lois Lane (brief fling and it was their first time.):''' Danny shared a casual fling with Lois Lane, a talented journalist and iconic figure in the world of reporting. Their paths crossed, leading to a spontaneous and passionate affair. While their time together was short-lived, it was a memorable experience for both parties, reminding them of the importance of seizing the moment and embracing life's unexpected adventures.

''' Dr. Pamela Isley (formerly first wife):''' Daniel and Dr. Pamela Isley had a deep connection before she became Poison Ivy due to a lab accident. They shared a passionate bond, but the accident erased Pamela's memories, altering their relationship forever. They have two daughters together. The names of their two daughters are. Daisy and Rosa.

''' Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel (formerly second wife):''' Daniel and Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel, a talented psychologist fascinated by the human mind, crossed paths during a dance event. Their mutual love for dance fostered a deep bond, resulting in a heartfelt marriage. However, tragedy struck when Harleen encountered the Joker, forever altering the course of her life and their relationship. She turned to become Harley Quinn and their marriage was shattered. She had two sons with Daniel. The two sons' names are Buzz and Asser.

'''Rivalry:''' Daniel shares a friendly rivalry with Bruce Wayne, but it is limited to the ballroom dance floor. They playfully try to outdo each other, showcasing their skills and creativity in dance. Daniel usually wins in this aspected he's 100 to 0.

'''Goals:'''

Daniel's primary goal in life is to guide and support his children in their journey towards becoming compassionate, resilient, and responsible individuals. He deeply cherishes his role as a father and is dedicated to providing a nurturing and loving environment for his children to thrive.

With a strong sense of family values, Daniel prioritizes instilling important life lessons and moral principles in his children. He believes in teaching them the value of empathy, kindness, and integrity, and encourages them to make choices that positively impact others and the world around them.

Daniel takes an active role in their lives, engaging in open and honest communication, actively listening to their thoughts and concerns, and offering guidance when needed. He is committed to fostering their individual interests and talents, supporting them in their pursuits, and helping them discover their true passions.

As a devoted father, Daniel also strives to be a positive role model for his children. He leads by example, demonstrating qualities such as perseverance, courage, and selflessness. He encourages them to embrace their uniqueness and empowers them to overcome challenges, teaching them the importance of resilience and personal growth.

Above all, Daniel's ultimate aspiration is to see his children grow into good-hearted individuals who make a positive difference in the world. He nurtures their dreams, celebrates their achievements, and provides unwavering love and support as they navigate life's joys and trials.

[world-cinema-research]

Platoon (1986)

Platoon (1986)  Roger Ebert “Here is a movie that regards combat from ground level, from the infantryman's point of view, and it does not make war look like fun.”  

Ebert- “There are no false heroics in this movie, and no standard heroes; the narrator is quickly at the point of physical collapse, bedeviled by long marches, no sleep, ants, snakes, cuts, bruises and constant, gnawing fear. In a scene near the beginning of the film, he is on guard duty when he clearly sees enemy troops approaching his position, and he freezes. He will only gradually, unknowingly, become an adequate soldier.”  Platoon had a budget of $6,000,000. The movie made over $138,000,000 Worldwide.  

The historical images are Chernobyl, which the nuclear disaster happened the year the film was released. There is also a picture of the astronauts from the Challenger mission in which the rocket exploded on live television. 

The film that made an impact on me is Platoon. Platoon was released in 1986 and was directed by Oliver Stone. The movie follows a young recruit named Chris Taylor played by Charlie Sheen. Taylor joined the army while the United States was entangled in a conflict with North Vietnam. The movie shows the brutality of the war and the extreme conditions that the soldiers and the civilians of Vietnam had to endure. The directors wanted the audience to see what the Vietnam did to innocent people. The soldiers were subjected to conditions that were hard to endure. They reacted by taking out their anger on the civilians. The consistently had the notion that the civilians were giving information to the Vietcong that would put the American’s lives in danger. The movie also dives into the issue of soldiers who had problems with drugs. This was actual issue that went on during the Vietnam war.   

The producers of Platoon hired many big names for this film. Charlie Sheen, Tom Berenger, Willem Dafoe, Forest Witaker, and Johnny Depp had a small role as well. The graphic depictions of war and the strong language gave this film an R rating. Oliver Stone actual served in Vietnam which brings more realism to the script. The movie is very sporadic and there is no set story line. There are no true heroes. The soundtrack to the film is appropriate for the time and was well chosen. It is difficult to decide whether it is a mainstream or unconventional film. I would say it is mainstream because of the A-list actors. But the film was released before many of these actors were at the height of their fame.  

The information that I found online regarding the film definitely was different than what I remember watching the last time I watched this movie. After watching Platoon again, I realized a large portion of the story was the conflict between the two sergeants played by Berenger and Dafoe. It leaves the audience to wonder which side to take. Dafoe’s character displays more empathy for the civilians. He looks at them as humans. Berenger’s character on the other hand will do anything to survive, that means taking innocent lives.  

The movie was released in 1986. There were many significant events that happened that year. One was the Challenger tragedy which was televised live for millions of people to see. Another significant event that occurred that year was the Chernobyl nuclear disaster which turned an entire city into a ghost town. This film did reflect concerns people had at the time. The Vietnam war was widely protested and was during a time of extreme distrust in the government. The veterans of the Vietnam war were also not treated like heroes like other generations. This film did an incredible job in portraying the life of a group of American soldiers. Soldiers who were stuck in a country in Southeast Asia and exposed to extreme elements and exhaustion. The film showed what this did to the soldiers mentally. One does not know how they would truly act unless they were exposed to the same situation themselves. Would you always act with empathy? Or would you break moral codes in order to survive? Platoon is a film that will always remind me of being a teenager. This was at the height of my obsessions with American military campaigns. Watching it again reminded me how much I enjoyed reading and researching about the history of American conflicts.  

Tom Berenger & Dale Dye "Platoon" 1/10/87 - Bobbie Wygant Archive 

Platoon (1986) - Barnes Crosses the Line Scene (3/10) | Movieclips 

Platoon(1986) - The All Night ambush 

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Platoon (1986)

Platoon (1986)  Roger Ebert “Here is a movie that regards combat from ground level, from the infantryman's point of view, and it does not make war look like fun.”  

Ebert- “There are no false heroics in this movie, and no standard heroes; the narrator is quickly at the point of physical collapse, bedeviled by long marches, no sleep, ants, snakes, cuts, bruises and constant, gnawing fear. In a scene near the beginning of the film, he is on guard duty when he clearly sees enemy troops approaching his position, and he freezes. He will only gradually, unknowingly, become an adequate soldier.”  Platoon had a budget of $6,000,000. The movie made over $138,000,000 Worldwide.  

The historical images are Chernobyl, which the nuclear disaster happened the year the film was released. There is also a picture of the astronauts from the Challenger mission in which the rocket exploded on live television. 

The film that made an impact on me is Platoon. Platoon was released in 1986 and was directed by Oliver Stone. The movie follows a young recruit named Chris Taylor played by Charlie Sheen. Taylor joined the army while the United States was entangled in a conflict with North Vietnam. The movie shows the brutality of the war and the extreme conditions that the soldiers and the civilians of Vietnam had to endure. The directors wanted the audience to see what the Vietnam did to innocent people. The soldiers were subjected to conditions that were hard to endure. They reacted by taking out their anger on the civilians. The consistently had the notion that the civilians were giving information to the Vietcong that would put the American’s lives in danger. The movie also dives into the issue of soldiers who had problems with drugs. This was actual issue that went on during the Vietnam war.   

The producers of Platoon hired many big names for this film. Charlie Sheen, Tom Berenger, Willem Dafoe, Forest Witaker, and Johnny Depp had a small role as well. The graphic depictions of war and the strong language gave this film an R rating. Oliver Stone actual served in Vietnam which brings more realism to the script. The movie is very sporadic and there is no set story line. There are no true heroes. The soundtrack to the film is appropriate for the time and was well chosen. It is difficult to decide whether it is a mainstream or unconventional film. I would say it is mainstream because of the A-list actors. But the film was released before many of these actors were at the height of their fame.  

The information that I found online regarding the film definitely was different than what I remember watching the last time I watched this movie. After watching Platoon again, I realized a large portion of the story was the conflict between the two sergeants played by Berenger and Dafoe. It leaves the audience to wonder which side to take. Dafoe’s character displays more empathy for the civilians. He looks at them as humans. Berenger’s character on the other hand will do anything to survive, that means taking innocent lives.  

The movie was released in 1986. There were many significant events that happened that year. One was the Challenger tragedy which was televised live for millions of people to see. Another significant event that occurred that year was the Chernobyl nuclear disaster which turned an entire city into a ghost town. This film did reflect concerns people had at the time. The Vietnam war was widely protested and was during a time of extreme distrust in the government. The veterans of the Vietnam war were also not treated like heroes like other generations. This film did an incredible job in portraying the life of a group of American soldiers. Soldiers who were stuck in a country in Southeast Asia and exposed to extreme elements and exhaustion. The film showed what this did to the soldiers mentally. One does not know how they would truly act unless they were exposed to the same situation themselves. Would you always act with empathy? Or would you break moral codes in order to survive? Platoon is a film that will always remind me of being a teenager. This was at the height of my obsessions with American military campaigns. Watching it again reminded me how much I enjoyed reading and researching about the history of American conflicts.  

Tom Berenger & Dale Dye "Platoon" 1/10/87 - Bobbie Wygant Archive 

Platoon (1986) - Barnes Crosses the Line Scene (3/10) | Movieclips 

Platoon(1986) - The All Night ambush 

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observations<3

the stereotype tauruses are always eating is definitely not true. something that isn't mentioned enough is that taurus placements lot of times are struggling with food. lot of tauruses can't eat enough or they're eating too much.

chiron square ascendant brings a lot of wounds regard to physical appearance, body and self image.

chiron conjuct ascendant had early traumas in their life, during childhood. may been bullied at school or lived in an abused environment.

chiron opposition ascendant have a hard time accepting who they are and accepting thier past.

saturn in 4th may have been forced to became adults and mature sooner due to their difficult household life. their parents may had them at older age as well.

something small about virgo in each house

in 1st; overwhelmed by the details.

in 2nd; rarely spending money because nothing is good enough or wastes money for nothing

in 3rd; delivering a perfect speech.

in 4th; being very picky about your home or apartment.

in 5th; getting pleasure from taking care of the body.

in 6th; liking food to be prepared in a specific way.

in 7th; keeping a list of desirable traits that the partner should have.

in 8th; wanting a hygienic partner.

in 9th; foreign travel is the life’s work.

in 10th; gaining a reputation for doing everything perfectly.

in 11th; criticizing friends.

in 12th; skeptical of ghosts and paranormal activity.

why do i look like this? your ascendant persona chart has the answer. look your rising (aspects, degree) and if there are any 1st house planets. don't forget to check your genetics as well.

aquarius in 12th express their creativity through internet. they may keep their accounts aesthetic and they are known for it or they are well-known in an application.

aquarius and pisces energy in a chart tend to have beautiful handwrite.

sun square moon. the inner conflicts. it's always like i want to do sky diving but i'm afraid of heights.

both sun square/opposite moon can considered two faced by others. individual can feel two personalities fighting its other.

gemini placements are mimicking others so well.

taurus placements especially rising and venus are the type of people who remember smells. they smell smt and then say "i'm sure i have smelt this before" and then they waste 10 minutes try to think where they have smelt this.

arguing with someone who has mars in 3rd is incredible difficult. these mfs have an answer for everything. i'm these mfs lmao.

12th house stellium or heavy 12th house placements they can often be exploited because of their excessive kindness and empathy for others.

pluto-asc/ pluto-chart ruler/ scorpio asc/ pluto in 1st have really intense eyesight. once a friend of mine told me "i feel like you're staring at my soul" and i live by that.

having gemini venus in ascendant persona chart can indicate you're seen as someone who have many hoes, even you have noone tho.

saturn in 7th are usually hard to commit because of their fear of strong developed feelings.

i consider eros is a compose of venus and mars (my post for eros in signs/houses)

lilith with 11th house influence may be unhealthily jealous of their female friends, scorpio moon may do the same.

scorpio/pluto influence in venus means pain and pleasure all in once because of the super intense emotions. exposing myself one more time in this post

leo and gemini energy in a chart are the type in arguments say the most logical things. eg. my sister has leo stellium (sun, mercury, venus) and gemini rising. you can't argue with her. she always knows what she must say during the argument. she also has libra mars.

men with cancer placements are either very respectful to women or not at all. a guy i know has cancer moon+mars and is really respectful. you must be respectful to women if you don't cancer placements as well.