#i have mixed feelings about this as i do with all new wicked content

[elphabaoftheopera]

😱😱😱

[neuvistar]

HI MARYSE thinkin' about tattoo!artist blade who thinks of ur whole body as a brand new delicate canvas for him, pretty tattoos going from ur breasts to your womb, and of course it's never without his " watermark " ( it's his name in mandarin ) on ur thigh<3 thinking about the way he's so proud of his works that he can't keep his hands to himself when he's (finger)fucking you

❝ HIS PRIZED POSSESSION. ❞ signed. blade . wc. 809 .

— featuring ┊tattoo artist!blade x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! not proofread. TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE TATTOO ARTIST BLADIE!!!!, established relationships, v4ginal fingering, cunilingus, use of nicknames, feminine terms used, jus a TAAAAD bit of pussydrunk!bladie ♡ | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒? @yngxing

— a/n ┊ANON U ARE SOOOOAURRE SMART. i loved this ask a little TEWWWW much that i decided 2 make a small fic out of it >:) THANK U 4 SENDING ME THIS… YUMMERS. (also… it’s been so long so i’m sorry 4 the VERY late response this is insane)

it’s no doubt that you were blade’s favourite customer, of course! you were his girlfriend! but yet, it shows in his works and the way he treats you. he can’t help it, really.. who wouldn’t be fond of someone as pretty as you? your body was delicate—it was worth worshipping in his eyes, it’s safe to say that it’s hard for him not to lose control. your perfect body was a sight to behold, blessing his eyes with newfound lust and pride. as he leaned in, his hands released your thighs as he dropped to his knees before you, his dark gaze burning with desire as he yanked your sundress up, baring you completely. blade admired his past work, absorbing the beauty of the tattoo on your breast, his initials over your womb, and his name over your thigh. “hmph. take those panties off and lift your skirt up more. i can't be doing this with your clothes on.” blade instructed, his brows furrowed as he pulled you towards his face. “don’t be shy now. it’ll be better to mark you as mine this way.” he bowed his head forward, his tongue flicking against your clit, the sensation sending shockwaves through your body.

"bladie!” you cried out in pleasure, hands fisting in his long dark hair. your boyfriend lapped at your drenched cunt, sparing no mercy as he drove you to the edge.. your back arching off the chair. the scent of his dominance and need fills the air, the heat between you both was thick and palpable. blade’s hand drifts to the side of your thigh, his thumb brushing over your skin through your dress. he growled against your pussy, the sound low and demanding. your face scrunched at the sounds of slurping and sucking from below; your hips arching to meet his tongue. “good.. so good.” blade suckled on your swollen folds like a starved man, feeling it pulse beneath his lips. he could sense the heat radiating from your core, making his own desire grow even stronger. his wet muscle flicked and circled, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each stroke.. it would be unfortunate if another customer walked in on this.

“pretty." he whispered, a wicked expression spreading across his face. and with that, he dove back in, his tongue plunging deep within you. his thumb toyed with your bud, the sensitive nub pulsing in response to his touch. letting out a rough guttural moan, his hands released your thigh to caress the tattoo on your womb, admiring his work once more as the ache in his groin grew more intense with each passing second. “mine.. mine.” sweat glistened on your bodies as you moved together, the room filled with the sounds of your sounds of pleasure. blade was determined to make you feel every ounce of ecstasy and pride he had in his body. he wanted this, he wanted to claim you.. show just how—proud he is of his work.

“.. can you take my fingers?” he asked you suddenly, his voice muffled against your cunt. “these fingers that have worked tirelessly to show everyone you belong to me.” his words are a mix of semi-praise and tease, his fingers spreading your lips open, watching as the slickness coats his digits. he’s enjoying this, the control he has over your body, the way you respond to his touch. “these tattoos.. are staying here forever.” his finger slid inside, stretching you completely wide. he loved this part, making you helplessly needy for his touch. blade knew he could take your body to the edge and back, control you completely.. a slow, sensual invasion meant to calm your nerves and ground you in the here and now. his eyes locked on your face, gauging your reactions and facial expressions. fuck, he knew you hated this combination. you hated that stupid combination of his fingers and his tongue, knowing it’ll make you cum quicker than usual.

blade couldn't get enough of you. no matter how many times he’d touch you, draw tattoos on you, kissed you, it was never enough for him. he wanted more, and he demanded for more. he could cover your entire body up with tattoos for all he cares! his talented tongue delved deeper, flicking and teasing your heat mercilessly. blade absolutely delighted in making you squirm, taking pleasure in your moans and whimpers… you were overwhelmed with everything, especially when blade’s fingers slipped in and out so easily like this. it was almost impressive. he hummed appreciatively at your wetness, a testament to how much you craved his touch.

“so wet.” blade muttered against your pussy, his voice thick with lust. "every touch, every kiss, every orgasm, it all belongs to me. no one else gets to enjoy your sweet body like this.”

…

“especially with my name signed on your womb.”

[mononijikayu]

gum— ryomen sukuna.

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!

WARNING/S: nsfw, rated 18 and above, explicit content, smut, oral (female receiving) fingering, orgasm, humor, teasing, flirting, playfulness, possessiveness, characters speaking in sexual innuendo, depiction of sexual acts, mention of sexual euphemisms, depiction of explicit sexual content, bad boy bf! sukuna, goodie two shoes gf!;

WORD COUNT: 1.2k words.

NOTE: the song ggum by txt's yeonjun is stuck in my head and i just??? i can't stop listening to it right now. i want to stop, but like??? its really really good. anyway, i'm working on other things right now and most of them are going to be in the longer format. but i hope you enjoy them anyway. i'll be back with something new soon!!! i love you all <3

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IF THERE’S ANYTHING SUKUNA’S GOOD AT, IT'S CHEWING GUM AND WINNING YOU. And your boyfriend revels in it. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your fingers tangling in the sheets beneath you as Ryomen Sukuna’s mouth works you over with expert precision.

It’s a sight you never thought you’d be part of—a "goodie two-shoes" girl, everyone’s picture-perfect student, tangled up with the campus bad boy. But here you are, completely undone. He’s the only one who can do this to you. And he knows it.

You could feel his rough hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you pinned down while his tongue moves skillfully against your throbbing core. He grinned as though he was delighted. Because you know he was. You knew that he was happy, that none would see him the way he does. No one's allowed to see his goodie two shoes like this but him. And no one will.

You can't stop the loud echoing moans spilling from your lips, the intensity of his mouth sending sparks through your body. Your hips move on their own, grinding against his face as his tongue flicks and curls in a rhythm that drives you to the edge.

You glance down, and the sight of him between your legs only adds fuel to the fire. His bright scarlet eyes lock with yours, a wicked gleam in them as he gives you a grin, never slowing his pace. Your face twists in pleasure, a mix of gasps and whimpers falling from your lips. Your boyfriend’s the most wicked man in the world. And you’re excited about it. 

You feel like you’re going to lose it, your body trembling, legs shaking as he pulls you deeper into a euphoric haze. You haven’t come in a while, not even when you want to. You were too crazy about not failing your exams. And Sukuna respected that. But you know it too well that it got the best of him too, to wait. He likes pleasure as much as he loves you. And Sukuna adores having both. 

Even with his tongue buried deep between your thighs, Ryomen Sukuna’s bad-boy persona never falters. You catch the faintest scent of mint—he’s chewing gum, the same cocky grin stretching across his lips while he devours you like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

You don't know why he does it. But he does this sometimes. And he enjoys it. So you feel the sweetness of his mouth and the mint of his breath take you in as though there was nothing sweeter or delicious in the world than you.

The rhythm of his tongue never stops, even as he adjusts his jaw slightly, that damn piece of gum rolling from one side of his mouth to the other. It’s maddening, the way he’s so casual about it, like he isn’t unraveling you entirely, like he’s not completely in control.

Your body’s trembling, skin on fire as you push your hips harder against his mouth, chasing the wave of pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue. He hums against your soaked core, and the vibration sends a shudder up your spine. 

"Mm, tastes better than gum, doll." he murmurs, his voice muffled, laced with amusement. "You tastin' so good, even better than before."

He doesn't even stop to swallow his words, just dives back in, his grip on your thighs tightening, pulling you closer to his face. You bite your lip to stifle a scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. It was all too much. And yet you still craved for more.

Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably, and Sukuna seems to revel in it, his mouth never losing its cruel, delicious pace. You’re so close, teetering on the edge, and the sound of him lazily chewing that gum only heightens the absurdity, making your head spin.

You grind against his face, desperate for release, and with a low growl, Sukuna pushes you over the brink. The world around you shatters into blinding pleasure as your body shakes and trembles under his relentless mouth. His tongue doesn’t let up, riding you through the waves, leaving you breathless and spent, pinned under the weight of his wicked grin.

Your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath, still trembling from the intense orgasm Sukuna just pulled from you. Unshed tears pooling in your eyes, your head slanted to the side, as you take a breath. He made a mess out of you.

He pulls back slightly, lips glistening with evidence of his handiwork, and that damn piece of gum is still in his mouth, rolling lazily over his tongue. He wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then, with that smug grin of his, he looks up at you, eyes dark with mischief.

"Didn't expect the good girl to be such a mess, doll." he teases, his voice low and full of that rough-edged charm. His fingers trace lazy circles along your inner thigh, sending aftershocks through your overstimulated body. “You sure you're not addicted to this already?”

You try to glare at him, but your body betrays you, hips still twitching slightly, aching for more despite everything.

"S-Shut up!" you manage to gasp, but it’s weak, your voice shaky from how thoroughly he wrecked you. The smirk on his face grows wider as he leans forward, his breath hot against your thigh.

"You’re all shy and innocent in class, doll." he continues, his voice dripping with arrogance. "But when you're spread out for me, you can’t stop begging for it, huh?"

His words are teasing, cruel in a way that makes your pulse quicken, but there’s something magnetic in the way he says it. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s infuriating. You try to sit up, but he pushes you back down gently, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before trailing his mouth back up toward your sensitive core.

"What’s the rush, doll, hm?" he purrs, eyes locked on yours, completely unbothered. "I’m not done with you yet. I’m still…hungry."

You can feel him smirking against your skin as he slides a finger through your slickness, deliberately slow, watching your reaction. "Look at you, doll." he drawls, clearly enjoying every second of your helplessness. "Already soaked again. Guess I’m pretty good at this, huh?"

You grit your teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of another moan, but your body betrays you, heat pooling in your stomach again. His finger teases you mercilessly, sliding just barely inside before pulling away, leaving you aching for more.

"Come on, just admit it, doll." he coaxes, clearly reveling in your frustration. "You love it when I do this, don't you?" His finger circles your entrance again, maddeningly slow, as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me, doll. Tell me how much you love it."

You want to resist, but the words slip out in a breathless whisper before you can stop them. You mewl in pleasure. "I love it. I love it so much, baby!"

Sukuna chuckles darkly, satisfied. "That’s my bestest girl, hm?”

[bamfaholic]

A Letter from Kurt... Dated November 6th, 2024

Summary: letter written to the reader by Kurt Wagner after the 2024 election results. Hurt/comfort fic

A/N: I think we could all use comfort here. This idea came to me this morning. If you voted Trump or support Trump fucking block me this goddamn instant I do not tolerate your vile hatred here.

How insane is this concept at all, nightcrawler and Trump shouldn't really mix

A letter is delivered to your quarters within the mansion, addressed with your full name. The script is neat, flowy, and beautiful. You recognize the handwriting to be none other than Kurt Wagner. There is no return address. The X-Men have been on a mission in Ukraine for months now, including Kurt. You had been so anxiously awaiting his return. You hastily tear into the envelope, devouring it's contents.

Mein liebling,

I have heard the news. My hand shakes as I write this, unsure of what to say. I cannot believe Americans, our fellow people, voted for such vile hatred. I knew they hated our kind, but I never knew the sheer wrath they had for one another. Do they know what they've done? Do the mutants who backed that man know what they've done?

I've only known for the past two hours. It is late here. The sun sleeps, but I cannot. I lie awake thinking about you, the children, anyone this will gravely endanger. It is not new for us to be hunted, to be cast out, but now there are millions more who must walk the same path as we.

Charles has already requested some of us return, including me. It is spreading us thin. Too much is happening in the world for us to defeat at once. However, a mutant sanctuary is necessary. What fight is there if mutant-kind vanishes?

This is why... I urge you. I urge you to fight. You must keep fighting.

I am trying not to lament or drown you in my sorrows, but I feel lost. I feel as if God has abandoned me in utter darkness. Such darkness that even I, Nightcrawler, cannot see through.

History often repeats itself, and I think me of all people should know what is coming. I am afraid.

It appears as if the ink has been smeared. The paper is warped, like it had been wet.

I am afraid, liebling. Our future is uncertain. I know that is not new for us, but now they can be vocal in their disdain. Logan says the writing is on the wall. The entire military can be weaponized now. Our right to live, to breathe, to contest these wicked views, is in danger.

We will be under the "guidance" of a hateful monster. I do not use the term lightly, but I fear that he may truly be a demon from Hell. He is everything wicked with the world. This cheater, bigot, Godless man deserves none of this. None of this rejoicing, praise, power. I swear to you I will not rest in making this right, or I will die trying. You will be safe.

We are not the only ones, not any longer.

I sense the mansion may soon take in thousands, if not more. We'll have to expand and protect our brethren. I have faith we will make it through; that we will make this right. I am certain of it.

If God has drenched us in darkness, then I know that He will also lead us into the light. For they are one and the same: without light there cannot be darkness, and without darkness there cannot be light.

I anxiously await our reunion. Mien schatz, please wait for me.

Signed forever yours,

Kurt Wagner.

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

intro post!!

hi there! my name’s emmy, welcome to my blog! i’ve been here for a good while now but since i’ve started to gain more attention, i figured it was time to make an intro post!

basic info:

name(s): em/emmy/emeline, angie/angel (no preference)

age: minor (NO NSFW BULLSHIT PLEASE)

birthday: january 4 :D

orientation/sexuality: bisexual (femme/wlw leaning)

gender: cis girl

pronouns: she/her (they/them is ok but not preferred)

nationality: born and raised in the US of A (new york babyyyyyyy), but my parents are guyanese, so i’d say guyanese american

race: mixed, my mom has light skin (she gets mistaken as hispanic a lot) and my dad has medium brown skin so i’m somewhere in the middle (i too get mistaken for hispanic a lot)

other info: i’m neurodivergent, possibly autism or adhd (or both) but i was a “gifted” kid if that counts for anything, oh and i have anxiety

fandoms:

this a multifandom blog, so while i do have my phases/eras/hyperfixations, i will be posting about multiple fandoms at once, even if one’s taking up more posts than the others combined.

here are some of my mains!

roblox piggy

murder drones

hazbin hotel + helluva boss

gravity falls

ride the cyclone

welcome home

it’s easiest to tell what my current main hyperfixation is by just looking at my pfp/blog theme, as i’ll usually set it to something related to my current biggest hyperfix. i’ll update this list as needed, but i’m also active in the percy jackson, american girl, and stranger things fandoms. i’m also into a lot of cartoons, like she-ra and the princesses of power, steven universe, the owl house, carmen sandiego, mlp gen 4, etc. so feel free to ask about those! i’m also a major theater kid, some of my favorite shows are hamilton, dear evan hansen, wicked, mean girls, beetlejuice, and six, so you can ask about any of those too! (i’ve only seen wicked and hamilton 😭)

links

ok so all my links to other posts or blogs or accounts or anything really are here!!

youtube: here!!

hazbin hotel high school au masterpost: here!!

discord server bullshittery masterpost: here >:3

tags

#em rambles - original post tag

#asks - any and all asks i get!!

#mutuals - any asks from/posts about my mutuals will be tagged with this, and it's like a guarantee that you'll get your own name tag too!!

#anon - if you send me an anon ask, just look here to find it :D

#emmy’s edits - all my original edits!! they’re up on my youtube too but you can find them here under that tag

#hazbin high school au - my own au!! i made this by myself with a few ideas from friends but this is like my own creation that i'm working on!!

EDIT: AS OF 07/06/2024, ANYTHING RELATING TO HELLUVA BOSS S2E9 APOLOGY TOUR WILL NOT BE TAGGED AS SPOILERS. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE I ADVISE AGAINST SCROLLING.

edit: as of 07/16/2024 i have a girlfriend!! her name is hannie, aka the wonderful amazing absolutely adorable @furryrainbowscreature i love her so much <333

dni:

homophobes, transphobes

supporters of israel

queer exclusionists (anti "conflicting" labels, terfs, etc)

racists

blogs with heavy amounts of nsfw content (i’m a teenager so. please.)

sexists/misogynists

pedos/“maps”

so yeah i think that’s about it!! thanks for reading y'all <3

also: FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

[realmackross]

Time: August 13th, 2024 Content Warnings: None!

"Don't you, forget about me. Don't, don't, don't, don't. Don't you, forget about me." - Simple Minds

The feelings that Mackenzie held in her heart were mixed. Though the departure from Wicked’s Rest wouldn’t be permanent, as far as she was currently concerned, the idea of leaving a place that had oddly and painfully become her home over the past year was still hard to wrap her head around. But it hadn’t been a decision she had taken lightly. It was one of self-preservation, because if she didn’t do it, she was sure this town was going to claim another life, even if she was a member of the undead.

But what had been impossible before, when she left no trace and just disappeared, had seemed even harder now that she was doing it the right way. Alerting those she loved that she was leaving. That she was off to temporarily start a new life for herself. At least for as long as this new movie was shooting and the press tour was going. Of course there was still the murder of Brody Stevens lingering, even while he sat right next to her reassuring her that this was for the best. It was still a problem she wasn’t sure how to come to terms with – turn herself in or pray that she would be acquitted if the truth ever came out that she was the one to kill him. She certainly still looked guilty and though the love of her life had reassured her that even he knew it wasn’t intentional, Mackenzie still struggled.

“Hey, Kenz. Your flight leaves soon. Are you ready? Are we doing this? I don’t think Jack can stand this cat-carrier much longer, and we’ve got a long flight ahead.” Taylor held Jack’s carrier in her hands as she looked towards the zombie.

“Yeah, I just…You got enough brains for the flight right? I don’t want to do this if there’s any risk of a plane going down over the Pacific because of a zombie…” It sounded absurd, but if it had been one thing Mackenzie had learned in her time in Wicked’s Rest was that preparation was key, especially when it came to literal life and death.

“Yes, and I’ve already found a supplier in Australia, which means there’s more people out there like you. Outside of Wicked’s Rest. You’re not going to be alone…” She sent a soft, reassuring smile in her friend’s direction, “I’ll be out in the car.”

Nodding softly, Mackenzie turned back around to face the quiet house releasing a heavy sigh. As she looked around, she let her eyes take in all the good memories and even the bad memories with the friends she had made since her arrival. The sleepover and falling off over the upstairs bannister. The time spent with Alex talking about life and watching movies. The zombie movie marathon with Milo. And even the night of drinking with Chai that led to one of the worst mistakes of her life. More recently the relationship with Elora that allowed her a chance to see that love was possible again. And the birthday party of two with Winter, even after the strain on their friendship. She thought about all the nights spent alone watching tv late into the night and all the As Seen On TV stuff that had been dropped off in a box at a local shelter, along with some clothes and a donation check hoping it would do some good, despite all the harm that had seemed to come from her existence.

“This is a good thing, Babe. And I’ll be with you as long as I’m allowed.”

His voice was a reminder of a life when everything felt right. Felt good. And she closed her eyes taking in every word Brody whispered in her ear. God, how she wanted to hold him and kiss him again. But just having him in her presence was more than enough for what she was about to do, “You’re right. I’m just scared.”

Turning around to face him, she refrained from letting her hand run across his face knowing the outcome, “I know I need this. I just don’t want to hurt anybody.”

“You’ve got this. And Winter, she was right. Forgive yourself, Mackenzie Elizabeth Ross. There’s plenty of other times in life to feel guilty. If I can forgive you and still love you, then you can forgive you.” He shot his trademark smirk in her direction as she let her eyes scan over the house one last time.

“Okay, let’s do this. Let’s go make a movie in Australia.”

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Mackenzie thought back on all the people she was leaving. Winter. Monty and Kaden. Cass. Charlie. She thought of Sellama praying she was safe. She thought of Elora, Alex, Milo, Marcus and all the other friends who had come and gone hoping they were happy. She thought of Caleb, who she hadn’t seen, but had even wished him the best, hearing through town gossip that he had been freed of the demon that plagued him. And Jade? Well Jade was just Jade.

Wicked’s Rest had felt like a lifetime, despite it only being a year of her life. But she knew she’d keep the lessons she had learned close to her heart as she went onto bigger and better things. Knowing that even if the time there was brief, it had still made quite the impact.

“Hey, Mackenzie! Look!”

Blinking through the tears in her eyes to clear her vision, she quickly looked out the other side of the window of the car she was in to see Sellama pronking happily through the grass, “She’s alive? She’s alive!!!” Mackenzie rolled down the window and leaned forward screaming out the window, “SELLAMA! I LOVE YOU, GIRL! BE SAFE MY SWEET GIRL! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

At that moment, her decision had felt right. She was as free as Sellama was, pronking happily through the fields of Wicked’s Rest, and without second thought, Mack stuck her head out the window and screamed something of relief as the salt laced wind blew through her wavy blond hair. With Brody, Taylor, and even Jack at her side, Mackenzie felt safe. She'd be back eventually, but not until it felt right in her heart.

And as she boarded the plane to Australia knowing that she had people in her corner in all parts of the world, everything felt okay. It felt right. It felt whole.

[edogawa-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Yuriko Kuromiya

~~ December 22nd ~~

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”

Login Lines:

“It’s quiet today…too quiet. I've forgotten something major. I know it. What on earth is the question-hm? Oh, it’s you. What is it?”  

“A gift? ….Ah. That explains the feeling I've been getting all day. Well, thank you. I do appreciate it.”

Voice Lines:

“Everyone is telling me how they can’t believe that I’m turning 36 years old and how I look no older than my mid-20s. I honestly don’t care for their words but I suppose I can’t blame them. I’ve aged better than most have over the years.”

“If one more person asks me when I’m going to settle down I’m going to snap. I don’t give a damn about this so-called “time limit” I have and how my window of having biological kids is getting shorter and shorter each year. I’m content where I am with no partner, plus Kaoru and Kanra are enough as it is. A newborn would only make my life more chaotic.” 

“I had planned on going to work today, but the coroner’s office called to tell me that I had the day off since it was my birthday. I’m afraid I’m unsure what to do today with all this free time. I’m used to being constantly busy one way or another. It’s quite an odd feeling.”

“Father…I wish you were still here some days. I’ve long made peace with your death, but sometimes I wonder what could’ve been. I’m sure you would've enjoyed meeting those two gremlins I call daughters. Perhaps you could have taught them a trick or two.”

“Are you still singing that song, Kaoru? Uh-huh…and how many times have you seen “Wicked” since it came out? I can’t believe you would…no actually, I can believe you would do that. We’ll talk about your new obsession later, but speaking of gifts, what do you have for me this year? I want to hope that it’s nothing insane but knowing you I shouldn’t expect that.” 

“This is surprisingly tame for you, Kaoru. Oh no, what did you do to it? Dammit, I knew I should’ve expected another deranged gift from you. Only you would think to coat a person's nail in a dangerous fatal poison Kaoru. One question, though, why green? Why not black or violet? The colors I normally wear. Kaoru…stop watching “Wicked” I beg of you. *sighs* …There she goes, I truly can’t with her sometimes.” 

“Hello there, Kanra. Your gift wouldn’t happen to be as manic as Kaoru’s would it? Just a touch, dear. I love her but sometimes I wonder if she was dropped on her head as a baby. *snorts* Can’t lose what was never truly there. Oh, you should know I’d love any gift from you Kanra. You’re my sweet girl after all. ” 

“I’m an albino Kanra I can’t help that light and I do not mix but it is a lovely gift. It’ll be especially helpful in the summer so I don’t burn. Just thinking about that time makes me wish it could stay winter forever. Oh, hush you we all have our preferences. Yes yes, lead the way dear. Your cakes are to die for.”

Kaoru Lines:

“Popular~! You’re gonna be popular~! Sorry! It’s just really catchy even if I like Elphaba over Glinda. Just 2 okay maybe…22 times. It’s such a good movie you wouldn’t understand, but enough about that, it’s your special day! Happy birthday, Yuriko! I got you a little gift to celebrate! So here! Hope you enjoy it!”   

“Oh, you should know by now, Yuriko, that I’d give you something more than some simple nail polish. First, I made it myself, and second, it contains a deadly fast-action poison that'll kill anyone in minutes if you scratch them. Hm? Why green? Oh, I got the idea after seeing Elphaba’s nails. Like they’re such a stunning shade of green, and your nails are pretty long, so I thought it was perfect. Nope, I'm riding this obsession until the very end, Yuriko! Anyway, I’m off to recreate Glinda’s bubble now since I’m done with Elphaba’s broom! Bye!” 

Kanra Lines:

“Happy Birthday, Yuriko-san! Did Kaoru go crazy with her gift again? Sounds like her and it doesn’t help that I heard her laughing from her lab all week. I think she’s finally losing her sanity. If it makes you feel better my gift is way more tame than hers. It’s not much but I think you get better use out of it than Kaoru’s.” 

“I know you don’t like the sun or any type of light, actually, so I thought you’d like a parasol. Considering how you burn in the summer sun I can’t blame you for not liking the season but stay in winter? It’s too cold for me. I already sleep with 4 blankets. Hehehe yeah, I like spring more. Now come on! I have your cake already made and it’s tea-flavored too! So hurry up!”  

[ggathena]

bitter brew {self para}

The White Wyvern was a haven for withces and wizards seeking solace and celebration. Tonight, it was a refuger for Athena, who sat in a shadowed corner nursing a tumbler of firewhisky. The amber liquid burned her throat, but the physical heat was a welcome distraction from the storm raging within her.

The news had hit her like a Bludger to the chest. Her mind replayed the moment she found out in excrutiating detail. Rita was ruthless, she lived for the gossip and took a special kind of pleasure in writing sensationalist stories to get the best out of her readers. Athena had always admired her cousin for that wicked quality yet had never been one to indulge behind the scenes or pay attention to what she was writing. However, she had certainly appreciated the private meeting they'd shared where she had shown pictures and spilled all the details of the couple's outings. A brief encounter, a strong negative on her part and off she was.

"Another one," she murmured to the barmaid, who eyed her with a mix of sypmathy and concern.

"Sure you don't want to slow down, love?" she asked, but Athena only shook her head, her eyes fixated on the glass in front of her, downing its contents and extending the glass for the barmaid to refill it with a deft hand.

I love you, Thea. The words echoed through her head, her grip tightening on the glass. In spite of the breakup, all throughout these years their time together had been a whirlwind of passion and volatility, a flame that burned too bright for it to ever die out. She'd already known heartbreak once, stepping out of his room where she'd seen his blonde hair resting on the pillow beside another witch. That should've been it, enough to have her stay away from him, but it never really was. Relentlessly drawn back together, the beater's love for the wizard had never once faltered and after too many late nights lying awake wondering if she shouldn't have walked away, she'd finally came to the conclusion she didn't want to lie to herself anymore.

It had been only a couple of nights ago where she'd confessed her love, vowed herself his and believed they were finally in the same page again. How mistaken had she been. While she'd put herself out there, wrapped her heart up and delivered it to him hopeful and determined, he had laughed right in her face, a pretense that had her stripping her clothes for him one last time, murmuring in the dark a love that wasn't returned, promising to be his when he was already someone else's.

She downed the rest of her firewhisky in one gulp, the liquid scorching her throat but failing to cleanse her heart. Her eyes were red, anger flashing behind them, the tears welling up as she held onto the glass with all her force, smashing it to pieces just like her soul had. She didn't feel the pain from the nasty cut now in her hand, her body too numb from the alcohol intake that had been going on for hours at this time. Emma's face appeared beneath her eyes though she was certain the witch wasn't really there, a wicked trick her mind was playing her. She knew her friend hadn't meant to hurt her, after all she didn't exactly knew about her past with Thorfinn, but that knowledge didn't ease the sting of betrayal she felt now.

The brunette stood up unsteady, not caring to look back at the table or the mess she'd left behind. Making her way past the door and into the cold night, the dim lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of pain and confusion as she stumbled down the damp streets, her vision swimming from the alcohol, blood mingling with rainwater as it dripped from her hand, leaving crimson trails on the craked pavement. The irony of the glass with her favorite shattering in her grip, mirroring the shards of her heart. The betrayal had been swift and brutal, her lover and her best friend, entwined in deceit that left her world crumbling.

Now, she wandered aimlessly, the cool night air doing little to soothe the searing pain that tore through her chest. People passed by, their faces a blur of indifference, unaware or unisterested in the silent scream that echoed within her.

Her steps faltered as she reached a deserted alley, the oppressive darkness matching the void inside her. She fell to her knees, the rough asphalt digging into her flesh. The sobs came then, wracking her body with violent shudders. She clutched her bleeding hand to her chest, the physical pain should've been a distraction from the torment in her sould, yet it was not.

"Why?" She choked out, her voice breaking in the emptiness. The word hung in the air, unanswered, swallowed by the night. She bower her head, the tears mingling with the rain, her heart splintering with every beat. There was no solace, no escape from the anguish that consumed her. She was lost, adrift in a sea of betrayal and heartache, drowning in her sorrow.

The witch's eyes snapped open, blazing with a resolve born of her pain. She wasn't going to be a victim, her heart had been taken from her, a void left in her chest-- but they hadn't taken her strenght. She pushed herself to her feet, looking down at the dry blood in her hand, a reminder of the night's cruel reality.

Her breath came faster, her anger intensifying with each passing moment. Athena clenched her jaw, tasting the metalic tang of blood as she bit down on her lip. She wanted to confront him, to demand answers, to make him feel a fraction of the torment he had inflicted upon her.

But even as the fury consumed her, a hollow ache lingered beneath it. She still loved him, despite everything. The thought twisted like a knife in her gut, adding a bitter edge to her anger. How could she still care for someone who had shattered her so completely? Twice?

Torn between her rage and the remnants of her love, the brunette stromed out of the alley, the cold rain pelting her face, mingling with the hot tears of rage. Her steps grew surer, her heart pounding with a volatile mix of fury and longing. It wasn't over, and she wasn't done. He would know of her pain, and somehow she would confront the love that still, inexplicably, held a piece of her heart.

[cryssyd]

A Love Beyond Hell

Previous: Chapter 7

It is an adaption to "Always and Forever" by ChaoticDoll (MadamMimic505) at Quotev.com.

Pairings: Alastor x Reader (Julia) Female

Summary: With marital bliss hanging in the air, Alastor is brought back down to reality when he discovers his wife's surpise.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Established Relationship, Violence, Death, Graphic Details, Pregnancy and Birth, Smut, Minors DNI

Chapter 8

The concrete sidewalk was now a gruesome sight, covered in blood and a horrifying mix of flesh, bones, teeth, and burnt skin. The sinners watched in terror as the broadcast played out, sending shivers down their spines. The citizens of Hell were left traumatized by the chilling sounds of screams and bones breaking, echoing through every corner of the fiery underworld. Alastor gazed upon the bloody mess with a wicked grin, relishing in the fear that gripped those around him. The sinners scattered, fearing for their lives, not daring to stick around and face a fate worse than death.

None of them had any clue about the identity of the unfortunate soul or the grave offence they had committed to enrage the Radio Demon to such a righteous rage. The Rat's remains were unrecognizable, reduced to a mere heap of blood-soaked flesh and entrails. Alastor, after spitting disdainfully at the gruesome sight, took a moment to adjust his suit and slick back his hair, restoring his appearance to one of respectability. The knowledge that he had finally exacted revenge upon the scum of the Earth, those who had robbed him of his life and torn him away from his beloved Julia, filled him with immense satisfaction. Leaving the grotesque mess behind, he allowed it to sizzle under the scorching rays of Hell's sun, forever trapping the punished soul within his very own microphone staff. Oh, how he relished the thought of tormenting it for all eternity during his leisure time.

Alastor paused, gazing at the crimson sky that seemed to stretch on forever. A shiver of excitement tingled down his spine, causing him to release a trembling breath. His insatiable thirst for blood had always consumed him, but this time it felt particularly satisfying. He yearned to return to her side immediately. Julia awoke to find Alastor missing once more, but she remained calm. She knew he would come back to her, as he always did. Rising from the bed, she stretched her arms and let out a soft yawn, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Despite Alastor's absence, their home didn't feel as desolate as it once had in his absence. The lingering scent of him and the warmth he left behind still enveloped her.

Julia, determined to stand up, finally managed to get on her feet. While waiting for him to come back, she thought it would be a good idea to grab a bite to eat. Perhaps she could also take the opportunity to catch up on her reading, although Alastor had been a constant distraction. After all, it's not every day that your deceased husband returns from the afterlife. As she entered the kitchen, she could sense and hear the comforting static of her beloved radio, humming and occasionally skipping. Suddenly, a new melody filled the air, causing her to turn around with a gentle smile of recognition.

¯ I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart… in my heart I have but one desire. And that one is you. No other will do. ¯

¯ I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim; I just want to be the one you love. And with your admission that you feel the same, I’ll have reached the goal I dreaming of. Believe me. ¯

¯ I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart~ I don’t want to set the world on fire. I have other plans; I just want to start a flame in your heart. ¯

¯ In my heart I have but one desire. There’s no room for more and that one is you. No other will do. I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim; I just want to be the one you love~ And with your admission that you feel the same. I’ll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of. ¯

¯Believe me, I don’t want to set the world on fire, but it is my desire, I just want to start a flame in your heart. ¯

Her face turned pink as she danced to the music, grabbing the tea kettle, filling it with water, and placing it on the stove. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she waited for the water to boil, a gentle grin on her lips as she enjoyed the tune playing on the radio. Amidst the music, she caught the sound of distant footsteps drawing near, resembling the click-clack of shoes on the floor. The footsteps approached closer and closer, the radio crackling with static as someone passed by, yet the song remained uninterrupted.

As she stood there, she suddenly felt strong arms enveloping her waist from behind. The familiar scent of pine and burnt leaves filled her senses, mingling with the metallic tang of copper. Pressed against her back, she could feel his chest, and his warm breath tickled her neck as he nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder. Julia couldn't help but notice his heavy panting, which initially worried her. The smell of blood in the air made her fear that he might be injured. However, all her worries vanished when she felt the warmth of his tongue tracing up her collarbone. Instantly, her face flushed a deep shade of red, mirroring the colour of his suit. Alastor reached over her, effortlessly picking up the kettle and placing it on the counter before turning off the stove dial.

Julia's voice trembled as she uttered, "Alastor, what has come over you?" The question hung in the air, unanswered. But before she could comprehend the situation, her breath caught in her throat as he scooped her up in his arms, holding her like a bride. Their lips collided in a fervent and intoxicating kiss, leaving her gasping for air. Gone was the anger that once consumed him; now his eyes blazed with a fiery passion, a seductive and untamed allure. His scarlet pupils dilated, revealing the depth of his desire. Julia reciprocated his kiss, desperately trying to match his newfound intensity. He carried her effortlessly into the living room, gently placing her on the wooden floor in front of the crackling fireplace. Looking up at him, her vibrant blue eyes only fueled the flames of seduction. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she noticed the transformation in him - his antlers seemed larger, and his hair dishevelled. Alastor gazed down at Julia with a mixture of love and passion, his eyes radiating a crimson glow that enveloped her in its warmth. His breathing had slowed, and his hands rested on either side of her head as if cherishing the moment.

He whispered sweet words of adoration to Julia, who responded with a nod before their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Alastor then swept her off her feet and carried her into the living room, where the crackling fire added to the warmth of the moment. As he gently laid her down on the wooden floor, her hair fanned out around her. Despite his bloodlust, Alastor found peace in her presence. Heat radiated from his lower belly as he sensed the primal urge coursing through his veins. Before long, Alastor found himself hovering over her, his lean legs enclosing her. Leaning in close, his breath mingled with hers. Julia's heart raced as she locked eyes with his alluring gaze. His half-closed eyes and faint smile hinted at his intentions.

“Alas, this wasn't exactly what I had envisioned for this moment, but fate had other plans.” Alastor's hands, large and commanding, glided down her body with a tantalizing touch. With effortless ease, he parted her thighs, positioning himself between them. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his undeniable masculinity penetrate her depths. Alastor's unwavering gaze remained fixed on her, savouring every flicker of emotion that danced across her face. The way her lips parted and a soft whimper escaped her throat only added to his adoration. With skilled precision, he skillfully removed her clothing, leaving her completely exposed to his desires.

“Oh my, you truly are a captivating vision. I could devour you whole," He slowly moved closer, sliding along the smooth wooden floor, never breaking eye contact with Julia as he positioned himself. Alastor sensually placed her thighs over his shoulders, teasing and tantalizing the delicate skin with gentle bites and licks. Each touch elicited moans from her lips and intensified her desire. Without hesitation, his wicked tongue explored the depths of her being. A low, guttural groan escaped Alastor's throat as he savoured her taste. She was divine, becoming his newfound obsession.

Alastor indulged in the taste of Julia's essence, his mischievous tongue exploring every inch of her desire. As his tongue playfully danced, Julia couldn't help but surrender to the waves of ecstasy. Instinctively, her hands found their way to the crown of Alastor's head, gripping his budding antlers as if her life depended on it. Alastor's fervent devotion consumed her, his moans against her skin sending delightful shivers down her spine. The pleasure he bestowed upon Julia was nothing short of divine. With each passing moment, she yearned for release, craving it with every fibre of her being. And when Alastor's lips finally embraced her most intimate parts, she was overcome. Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, the intensity peaking as her thighs clenched around Alastor's head.

"A-Alastor!" Her vision blurred as he guided Julia through her climax, only withdrawing when he sensed her legs relaxing. As she regained her breath, Alastor positioned himself between her thighs. Swiftly undoing his belt, he lowered his trousers to reveal his erect member. He stared down at Julia with an intensity that made her feel like his prey. Her mind was hazy, but she nodded in consent. With her free hand, she grasped the back of Alastor's neck and pulled him towards her. He positioned himself at her entrance, causing Alastor's breath to catch in anticipation.

With a firm thrust, Alastor pressed his hips forward. Gradually, he immersed himself into Julia, inch by inch. "Oh my... you're gripping me so tightly..." The sensation was exquisite, as Alastor filled her. It was as if they were meant for each other. Julia released a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. Alastor's gaze overflowed with affection, causing her heart to flutter. "You belong to me, completely." Alastor declared, before capturing her lips with his own. In that passionate kiss, he poured all of his emotions, causing Julia to close her eyes as her hands tangled in his unique two-toned hair.

Alastor's tongue traced the curve of her lower lip, silently seeking permission to intensify their passionate embrace. Without hesitation, Julia granted him access, allowing him to explore the depths of her mouth. A soft whimper escaped her lips as her fingertips delicately caressed his ears. The sensation caused Alastor's desire to surge, his body responding eagerly to the warmth enveloping him.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, he broke away from the kiss, his head thrown back in ecstasy as her nails grazed the sensitive base of his ears. A lascivious moan escaped his lips, causing Julia's inner walls to quiver around him. Their eyes locked, and Alastor's gaze grew darker, filled with an insatiable hunger. "You should know, my love, that I won't be able to restrain myself any longer," he whispered, punctuating his words with a shallow but powerful thrust. Julia's moan echoed through the air as Alastor pressed his pelvis against hers, ensuring their connection remained deep and unyielding.

Alastor couldn't help but release a mixture of laughter and pleasure, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. He leaned in, their lips barely grazing each other's. With a forceful and rapid movement, he thrust his hips against Julia, emitting deep grunts and moans. Julia clung to his antlers; her senses overwhelmed. Each thrust hit her sweet spot, causing her to see stars. Alastor's hands began to explore, moving faster as her back arched. He teased her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, while his intense gaze absorbed every reaction she displayed, leaving him dizzy with desire.

Alastor's hands swiftly moved to Julia's thighs, lifting them towards her chest. He trembled as he penetrated her more deeply than ever before. His playful actions only brought her closer to the edge, a fact he was well aware of. "Please, please, please!" Julia pleaded, holding onto his antlers tightly as she met his forceful movements with her own. Alastor chuckled darkly. A guttural moan escaped her lips as she writhed on the floor. Her legs spasmed as she climaxed. But this orgasm was unlike any she had experienced before. Julia barely had time to catch her breath before feeling Alastor inside her once again.

The possessive nature of his touch always ignited a fiery passion within Julia. With every powerful movement, he filled her, leaving her breathless. Alastor let out a primal moan as he came to a halt, releasing himself deep inside her. Julia whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely claimed by Alastor. Gritting his teeth, he emptied himself into her. Collapsing onto her, Alastor whispered, "That was beyond amazing, my love." Julia chuckled, her breath still heavy, as Alastor rolled off her and settled beside her on the floor. She watched as he discarded the last of his clothing, before pulling her close in his arms. "You are my perfect match, my dear." As they lay intertwined, both warmed by the fire and their passionate encounter, Julia and Alastor drifted off to sleep.

Alastor woke up to the gentle touch of the sun's rays on his face, causing him to groan and rub the remnants of sleep from his eyes. As he reached out with his free arm, he expected to find Julia beside him, but all he felt was the chilling touch of the wooden floor. Sitting up, the Radio Demon noticed that the fire in the fireplace had long been extinguished, leaving behind only lukewarm ashes. It seemed as though Julia had taken care of him during the night or morning, as a blanket was draped over him as if she had tucked him in. Pushing his hair away from his eyes, Alastor spotted his robe neatly folded on the coffee table nearby, beckoning him to start the day.

Alastor's lips curved into a gentle smile, impressed by her foresight. He draped the blanket around his body, tying the sash tightly for modesty. How long had she been up? Normally, she was the one to sleep in until midday. As he picked up the blanket, he instantly recognized it as her favourite one she snuggled with while reading horror novels. Folding it neatly, he placed it on the couch's armrest. The Overlord observed that she had already gathered all the clothes from the previous night. Where could she be? She wouldn't wander off without him. "Darling?" He called out, but there was no response. His ears perked up, straining to catch any sound she might make - a soft footstep or her sweet humming that he adored.

As a gentle breeze brushed past him, Alastor turned his head to see the front door ajar, while the screen door remained shut. Stepping out onto the front porch, he spotted Julia leaning against the railing, her striking blue eyes fixed on a small family of deer grazing near the tree line. A sense of relief washed over Alastor, even though he knew she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Not seeing her first thing in the morning always made him dark heartache. Silently approaching her, he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side as she greeted him with a smile.

Julia's words were filled with sincerity as she spoke, "I apologize if I caused you any concern." As she gently caressed the back of his hand with her thumb, Alastor responded with a soft hum. Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. In the morning sunlight, Julia appeared radiant, resembling an angel with the vibrant hues of pink and blue painting the sky. Her captivating blue eyes wandered back to the family of deer, where a buck stood protectively beside a doe, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Two young fawns frolicked and played in their delightful way, bringing a smile to Julia's face and filling her heart with warmth. Alastor found the scene incredibly endearing, and he expressed his affection by giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. His gaze shifted from her stomach to the young fawns, cherishing the beauty of the moment.

“I understand why you're fond of them," he remarked, his smile never fading. "Those little dots they have are just too precious. Unfortunately, the hunters have to intervene, but I suppose it's necessary to maintain the population." She let out a sigh, her gaze fixed on the ground. Suddenly, she snapped out of it. "I left some corn and apple slices for them. I never go near the edge of the forest. My mom used to say I had quite the throwing arm," she chuckled.

Julia grabbed Alastor's hand and guided him inside the house, a sudden gust of wind making her hair fly into her face. Alastor chuckled and gently moved the stray hair away from her eyes. "I'll whip us up some breakfast, my dear." Alastor grinned at her. "Not today." She cut him off with a joyful smile, standing confidently in front of him with hands on her hips, his crimson button-up shirt enveloping her figure perfectly. "Let me give it a shot this time, even you deserve a break now and then, Big Red."

Alastor's grin widened as he looked down at her, captivated by her charmingly playful demeanour. There was a certain allure to her that made him believe she had started the day on a particularly positive note. Today, she seemed to have an extra spring in her step. Standing on her tiptoes, she playfully tapped his nose. "I may not be as amazing as my grandma, but I've picked up a few tricks from her!" With a swift turn on her heel, she made her way to the kitchen, heading straight for the French press to prepare her famous Barista-style coffee that Alastor adored.

Warmth enveloped his chest as Alastor hummed, "Well thank you, my dear. I'll go freshen up, enjoy yourself, darling." With that, he bid her farewell and made his way upstairs. She watched his tall figure vanish before opening the fridge to retrieve a carton of eggs. Alastor entered the bedroom, glancing at the boxes near the dresser containing his clothes. He hadn't intended for her to discover the basement. He should have taken care of that before she ventured down there.

It was inevitable. She had uncovered Alastor's true nature, and his past actions, and despite the lack of specifics, she had embraced him. Most ordinary humans would have fled at the sight of his arsenal of weapons. Yet, she remained steadfast. Alastor crouched down and picked up a crimson button-down shirt, its sleeves long and adorned with black buttons and maroon cuffs. He paired it with solid black trousers and a sleeveless, black button-up vest. Stepping into the bathroom, he gazed at his reflection, a rare occurrence since the night of his demise. The demon shook off the haunting memories, choosing not to dwell on the darkness. For her sake, he would continue to wear a smile, no matter what.

After getting dressed, he ran a comb through his fiery red hair, meticulously styling it to perfection. His hair was his pride and joy, and he was extremely particular about its appearance. Anyone foolish enough to tug on it would face the wrath of his fury, as he would swiftly remove their jaw. Alastor had been plagued by a nagging spot ever since he was shot in the back of his head, causing his hair to never quite fall into place. The back of his head sported a shorter length, creating a stylish angled bob. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he decided to embrace the unruliness and allowed his hair to have a mind of its own.

Julia was the only one who had ever run her fingers through his hair, apart from his mother, of course. Back when he was just a young boy, she would help him style it. As he was getting ready to leave the bathroom, something peculiar caught his attention. Alastor cocked his head to the side, his ears perking up as he noticed a plastic stick-like object resting on the edge of the bathtub next to the toilet. He gazed down at it, puzzled, his mind whirring as he tried to figure out what the stick-like thing was. And it wasn't just one - there were two more lined up beside it. Recalling her cheerful demeanour, he realized it might be a result of how nicely he had treated her the night before. He couldn't shake off the image of her radiant smile in the morning sunlight, she seemed to be even happier.

Alastor's eyes widened in a sudden moment of realization, feeling a rush of happiness as his deer tail wagged in excitement. He picked up one of the stick-like items with his gloved hand, noticing a red plus symbol in the center. Looking down at the others, he saw they all matched. In the mirror, the Radio Demon's shadow grinned wider as Alastor exclaimed, "What a surprise!" With a flash, he vanished into the other shadows, leaving his shadowy doppelganger behind.

Julia hovered by the stove, tapping her foot while expertly flipping the omelet to perfection. Baking was her forte, but she could hold her own in the kitchen. Before Alastor passed away, they had a routine - he cooked, she cleaned. Occasionally, they would swap roles for fun. Suddenly, she felt a familiar touch pulling her away from the stove. Alastor's beaming face greeted her, his eyes sparkling with magic.

He whispered lovingly, planting a gentle kiss on Julia's cheek before gracefully sinking to his knees. Embracing her hips, he nestled his head against her stomach. "Why didn't you inform me about the pregnancy test?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Alastor! I wanted to astonish you. I must have forgotten amidst the excitement." He tightened his hold on her, his touch possessive yet filled with adoration. Julia understood his intentions were pure. "My beloved Julia, can you fathom the immense joy that fills my heart? Oh! Just imagine what my mother would say."

Julia gently caressed his hair and rubbed it behind his ear. "How many weeks are you?" Alastor asked. "I'm not exactly sure. I went to the bathroom a week ago and realized I missed my period," she confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I took the tests this morning to confirm my suspicion. Let's just call it a woman's intuition."

Alastor was overwhelmed by this revelation, and its significance went far beyond Julia's comprehension. She had no inkling of the depth of his emotions. Although she wasn't visibly pregnant yet, his instincts were already on high alert. Regardless, he vowed to support her unconditionally throughout the entire journey. Alastor was never one to seek assistance, but as Julia progressed further into her pregnancy, he knew he would have to rely on a trusted partner to watch over her. And not just anyone, but someone he could wholeheartedly trust.

Next: Chapter 9

[swiftscion]

“ You wanted my stamina, right? ”  He wasn't sure if he was remembering correctly, but he does vaguely remember something like that from back when they had been competing against one another for that fitness seminar. It seemed as if ever since coming to Fodlan, the two of them were competing in some way, now that he thinks about it. Rivals. He hadn't expected that kind of relationship with the Isaachian princess, but it's not one he feels any need to revoke either. He thinks they're doing just fine as they are.

And so when the day of the Winter Festival comes, he comes bearing a gift for her. A bottle wrapped in a silver ribbon trades hands from his to hers, but instead of any alcohol, what is in there livens the spirit in a slightly different way.

“ It's not the same, but here. It's an S Drink. ”  She had given him something rare as a present once, so here he was doing the same. He's not sure anything he could give would compare to the treasure of good news her Verdanite gift had been for him his previous birthday, but he tries nevertheless in his own way.  “ My army used these when we needed to push ourselves beyond our limits. If someone was fatigued, they'd drink it and be able to go into battle just fine afterwards. ”

In their darkest hours, this had been the thing to save them. And now he was passing it onto Larcei.

“ If you want to keep training and getting stronger, then this should help. And when you're the strongest you can be, come to me, OK?? ”

Because he wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

S Drink, huh? Doesn't Leif know that pulling the ace out of his sleeve will leave him defenseless in his most desperate hour? Larcei handles the offered bottle with a practiced hand, swirling it from its head to give the contents a healthy mix. She goes wordless at first, just hunting around in Leif's eyes.

What could this mean? Does he not think he'd need the S Drink's advantage to best her; is he hoping to see her at her highest peak so he could savor bringing her plummeting back down? The bronze twins on his face are shields, revealing nothing and concealing everything. She just has to trust that this is what he'd mean, as her friend, as her competitor.

And she smirks.

Larcei would have it no other way. This belief of Leif's--that he can take her at her strongest--is something to be excited about. It's fuel for her furnace, a shovel of dust to power the cosmic engine in her star. "When that day comes," she warns, though she still wears her wicked smile, "I'll wipe you for good. You'll regret even thinkin' you could match me at my best."

His words filter through her head a second time as she eyes the drink. This thing could save her life, if the prince has even one honest bone in his body. Thinking back to all the times she pushed herself to her limit, borrowed power from beyond the grave--fought even after burning out--she devises a number of ways she could put this to good use. This S Drink, that she now pockets, becomes her lifeline.

Leif comes into view again.

"'Till then though, you can't give in. And I'll make sure of that." An arm crosses over her chest, balled into a fist at the end. It's swearing an oath of some sort. Though nonspecific, the heart behind it is very real. "What you gave me might save my life, so I'm savin' yours in return. Leif, you've got my promise as a warrior of Isaach that I won't let you fall." Her fingers clench tighter as the words permeate the space between them. They leave their lingering taste for a second of silence, during which Larcei's eyes flutter shut. This is something serious. She can't have Leif catch her goofing off.

Once it's over, she pats him on the shoulder with a friendlier air about her. They can go back to being buds.

"At least, not until we've had our fight!"

[1016anon]

Title: So This Is Love Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: With this ring, I thee bed.

A/N -- Cock rings.

- 3 -

"Darling, did you order something from--"

"Don't open it, that's mine!"

Anthony blinked when Kate snatched the box from his hands and furtively pawed through its contents as though she was Gollum with the One Ring of Power.

Once satisfied that everything she'd ordered was still there, she glared at Anthony.

"How many times must I tell you?  Stop opening my packages!"

"Why are you acting so strangely about the new plumbing fixtures?"

"What?"

"They're those pipe connector things, aren't they?  To repair the bathroom sink."

"... yes, that's exactly what they are.  Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"I wasn't going to try to fix it.  I learned my lesson last time."

"Well," she sniffed.  "One can never be too careful."

--

"I think my wife ordered some parts, let me check with her."

"Parts?"

"Yes.  Didn't you ask her to get some pieces or the like for the repairs?"

"No, sir," the plumber shook his head.  "I've got everything I need right here, all the custom parts came in yesterday."

He held up something which looked absolutely nothing like the pipe fixture things Kate had gotten the other day.

"Oh, must've been a mix-up then."

The plumber just kind of stood there, at a loss for how to respond.

"Sorry, I'll get out of your hair, let you get back to work."

The man gave him an odd look before turning his attention back to the pipes and whatever.

(It was only later that Anthony realized the man was bald.)

--

"Darling, what are these?"

"Um.  They're... binder rings."

"Binder rings?  Since when does your office use real paper for anything?"

"They're-- they're for important notes.  Handwritten.  Plans for a-- a prototype," she nodded as if to confirm.  "Yes, a prototype."

".... okay.  But do you really need three different sizes?"

"Yes!" she snatched them out of his hand.  "Stop interrogating me about my office supplies, I'll organize my papers however I like!"

"All right, all right, I was just curious."

"Well, don't be!"

--

"Everything going well?  I hear you're working on some sort of prototype with Kate."

"I don't think she was supposed to tell you that," Dorset replied, amused.  "But yeah, we've been working on some computer simulations, they're coming along nicely."

"Has Kate been papering over your office with all her drawings?"

"Nah, she loves her tablet too much.  Does all her sketching digitally now-- I miss the days we did everything on paper.  The tablets are convenient, but there's something about physical paper and pencil that's different."

Anthony nodded, smiling.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you."

"Not a clue."

--

"Flattered as I am by your love for me--"

Kate squeaked and let go of his dick,

"Mind telling me why you were staring?"

"I thought you were asleep!"

"One does tend to wake up when one's wife is feeling frisky."

"That's not what I was doing."

"Oh?  Then what were you doing?"

"Nothing," she mumbled.

"I don't mind somnophilia.  I imagine it's quite pleasant to wake up to a blow job--"

"I already do that," she huffed.  "Or what do you call yesterday morning?"

"I was awake yesterday morning."

"Half awake, at best."

"Darling, I think I know my state of wakefulness better than you.  I definitely saw you come out of the en suite, after which you climbed back into bed and had your wicked way with me.  If I recall correctly, there was quite a bit of foreplay before you swallowed me down."

"You have a one-track mind."

"Says the person who was holding my dick at--" he looked at his phone-- "three in the morning."

"If you must know--"

"Mm, I most certainly must," he brought their bodies close and nibbled along the side of her neck

"I was measuring."

That brought things to a grinding halt.

"What?"

"I was measuring."

"You were measuring."

"Yes."

"You were measuring--"

"Your penis."

"Yes, I gathered," he said, somewhat outraged, confused, and turned on at the same time.  "I think this goes without saying, but why????"

"I wanted to know."

"You wanted to know."

"Yes."

"Again, the question bears repeating:  Why?"

"Does a wife need a reason to measure her husband's length and girth?" she purred.

"No, you're not getting out of this by seducing me."

"Oh, I think I can," she started kissing down his body.

It was really quite unfair that she could.

--

Anthony finally got with the program when the next package he opened-- addressed to his wife-- was too large to be a ring, too small to be a bracelet, and too metal to be anything but--

"This is a cock ring."

She didn't even have the decency to deny it.

"Yes."

"You've been ordering cock rings online."

"I have."

And it was unexpected that he actually felt... hurt?  That she didn't feel like she could talk to him about it.

"No, Anthony, it's not what you're thinking," she hurried to reassure him.

Of course his wife read the thought off his face.

"Then why didn't you--"

"It was supposed to be a surprise.  For our anniversary."

Kate picked up the large designer tote thing she used to carry all her workly possessions.  What Anthony had assumed was a bag for her makeup actually held her astonishing collection of cock rings and what could only be a vibrator and remote control.

Two vibrators and two remote controls.

His and hers.

Apparently.

They came in fancy little plastic cases.

"What, no lube?"

She smacked his arm.

He still wasn't sure how he felt about this.  Anthony and Kate were both masters of edging (themselves, each other-- it amounted to the same thing), were regular practitioners of orgasm denial, but had only discussed longer term chastity devices in the context of going through their kink list.

Once again, Kate read the thought off his face.

"No, I thought it would be fun to have a contest."

"To see how many times we can make each other come, or how many times we can edge each other?"

"Both?"

"Both," he raised his eyebrows.

"Anthony, neither you nor I can be edged for a day.  I'll either end up killing you or getting a migraine."

"Ah, so you'd like to set up a sort of sexual obstacle course?"

"No," she wrinkled her nose.  "Just a morning of orgasm denial, followed by forced orgasms and overstimulation, that's all.  Then I think shower before we take the car--"

"The car?  You want to go on a drive?"

"I made dinner and hotel reservations."

"You're lovely, have I told you that?"

Kate blushed quite fetchingly, a rosy glow on her dark skin.

"Not using those words, but I have some idea of how much you love me," she said, trying to regain the upper hand.  "As I was saying-- go on our date--"

"Let me guess, you want to have more edging during dinner."

She smiled smugly.

"Winner gets both remotes."

"Both remotes," Anthony raised his eyebrows.  "When is this contest?  That morning?"

"No," she frowned.  "In the week leading up to our anniversary.  And how would that even work?  We can't go with number of orgasms in one scene, you have a natural advantage."

"I could play with a handicap."

"You did not just compare our sex life to golf."

"All right, then I did not.  How do we determine the winner?"

"Well, now that you brought up this idea of a sexual obstacle course, I rather like the concept."

"No, we need an objective measure-- not number of orgasms.  Otherwise you and I will be arguing over rules and points the entire week.  And don't think for a moment that I've forgotten your ability to come without a sound."

She smiled, supremely smug.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Our anniversary is in two weeks, darling.  I'll think of something before then.  But in the meantime," he laid out the eleven different models and sizes of cock rings his wife had squirreled away in her bag.  "I want to try these."

Kate pounced and kissed him.

--

It actually took a few days to try all of them for comfort and fit.  Anthony couldn't come eleven times in a row, no matter how much his wife might wish it.

And it happened that the one Anthony liked most was not the one Kate loved to use on him, but really-- that was par for course.

[docrotten]

BILLY THE KID VERSUS DRACULA (1966) – Episode 170 – Decades Of Horror: The Classic Era

“Here. [hands Billy whiskey] A little something to take the soreness out. … I think I’ll join you. I don’t feel too good myself.” Always follow the doctor’s orders! Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Doc Rotten, and Jeff Mohr – as they saddle up for a rip-roaring ride out west with Billy the Kid Versus Dracula (1966)! Giddyup, Grue Believers!

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 170 – Billy the Kid Versus Dracula (1966)

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Dracula travels to the American West, intent on making a beautiful ranch owner his next victim. Her fiance, outlaw Billy the Kid, finds out about it and rushes to save her.

  Directed by: William Beaudine

Writer: Carl K. Hittleman (as Carl Hittleman)

Selected Cast:

John Carradine as Count Dracula / posing as James Underhill

Chuck Courtney as William ‘Billy the Kid’ Bonney

Melinda Casey as Elizabeth (Betty) Bentley (credited as Melinda Plowman)

Virginia Christine as Eva Oster

Walter Janovitz as Franz Oster (as Walter Janowitz)

Bing Russell as Dan ‘Red’ Thorpe

Olive Carey as Dr. Henrietta Hull

Roy Barcroft as Sheriff Griffin

Hannie Landman as Lisa Oster

Richard Reeves as Pete – Saloonkeeper

Marjorie Bennett as Mary Ann Bentley

William Forrest as The Real James Underhill

George Cisar as Joe Flake

Harry Carey Jr. as Ben Dooley

Leonard P. Geer as Yancy (as Lennie Geer)

William Challee as Tom – Station Agent (as William Chalee)

Charlita as Nana – Indian Maiden

Max Kleven as Sandy Newman (as Max Klevin)

Jack Williams as Duffy

The subgenre of horror-westerns is not often used. In 1966, however, Embassy Pictures released a pair of this mixed breed on a groovy double feature. Joining Jesse James Meets Frankenstein’s Daughter (1966) is tonight’s feature discussion, Billy the Kid Versus Dracula (1966). Both of these genre mashups are directed by William Beaudine. Once again, Dracula is portrayed by John Carradine (House of Frankenstein, 1944; House of Dracula, 1945) and you might also recognize Chuck Courtney, who plays Billy the Kid, from (Pet Sematary, 1989). From there the cast becomes a who’s who of TV and Film Westerns character actors, putting Jeff in his happy place!

Carradine once said this film was “the worst movie he ever acted in.” The Grue-Crew may have other thoughts. Check it out now and let us know what you think of this bizarre and fun blend of genres. 

At the time of this writing, Billy the Kid Versus Dracula is available for streaming from several different sources. The Grue Crew found the best resolution on the Classic Horror Movie Channel and Kanopy, but, among others, it can also be found on Tubi and Plex. The film is available on physical media as a Blu-ray from Kino Lorber.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Up next in their very flexible schedule, as chosen by Jeff, is Beyond the Time Barrier (1960), directed by Edgar G. Ulmer (The Black Cat, 1934) and starring Robert Clarke (The Hideous Sun Demon, 1958).

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[celticbarb]

Author: Her Scandalous Scot

Series: The Highland Knights, Book #2

Book Length: 275 pages

Release Date: June 12, 2023

Overall Rating: 5/5 Stars

Blog Rating: 5/5 Saltire Flags

This is the second time I read and reviewed this book as this book is a reissue and was originally under the title Highland Awakening. Furthermore Amazon posted my 5 star review back in 2017. Now in this second reissue there are some content changes and again I gave it another 5 star review. My review is similar with some minor changes with my second review for the same book. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did…..Celtic Barb’s Book Review Blog

London, 1816

This hero of the story is the handsome, strong, braw, highlander, Camden McLeod, a member of the secret Scottish mercenary elite group The Highland Knights. Camden, known as Cam, is a man who likes and is used to having things his own, precise way! The heroine is Lady Esme Hawkins, the introverted, shy, sister spinster of the Duke of Trent , who is one of the most important men in all of England! Another interesting layer to this story is Esme has a secret past that caused a scandal and nearly ruined her and the Trent name. Esme wants to make this up for past mistakes to her brother of such a high status and wants him to trust and believe in her again.

Cam and Esme meet where she is in disguise ldoing research at the most unlikely place a man brothel and he is on assignment for a Viscount at a classy expensive first class brothel where. They both share a very passionate kiss and embrace as they have instant chemistry and attraction with a dash of lust. This is the last place you expect to meet an introverted spinster and sister of a Duke. Cam is curious about this woman, when questioned about her notebook Esme fears the worst! She feels if he caught just a glimpse of her writing it could cause her ruin and scandal which forces her to bolt and take off.

Cam and Esme meet again at a party her brother is throwing and this is where he finds out she is betrothed to Henry which doesn't stop Cam in his pursuit of Esme. He is determined to have her and makes it very direct by his feelings and actions. What makes matters worse is her betrothed Henry is a former schoolmate of Cam's from Elton. On top of this there is murder in the mix as one of the Highland Knights has been murdered and the entire group is targeted for murder as well.

Will there be more deaths among the Highland Knights? Could it be Cam? Will they ever find who is doing the killing and why? Who will Esme choose Henry or Cam? Is someone’s heart possibly going to break? Will Esme get ruined with her reputation destroyed if any of her writing is ever made public? Can this destroy her brother's successful political career? To have these questions answered and more you must read this mesmerizing book to find out!

Jennifer Haymore does it again with another quick paced page turner, in “Her Scandalous Scot ''. Furthermore this includes multi dimensional characters, fast moving conflicts, stunning settings, wicked villains that immediately takes you on the path of hatred, devastation and destruction, plus mystery, murder mayhem and so much more that includes love! All the elements historical romance fans want to read about and so much more! Another swoon worthy book that caused me to lose some hours of sleep, but definitely worth the loss of shut eye! This book is action packed and full of twists and turns, a heart warming riveting adventure from start to finish! Jennifer Haymore is an exquisite master storyteller in my opinion and will leave readers totally delighted! Readers definitely do not want to miss this exceptional read!

Even though it is a re-issue that I have read before, after-all this is my second time reading this story, as it felt like a brand new book to me. Especially since there is new content in it and it has been like seven or eight years since I originally read this Highland Knight series. Readers will be able to read this in series order or as a stand alone book. I always prefer to read in book order myself, which I highly Prefer in recommend. It was a delightful read! This series is a reissue from 2016 and as always this reviewer always follows Amazon’s review guidelines.

The Highland Knights Series

1. The Spinster and Mr. Scot formerly Highland Heat

2. Her Scandalous Scot formerly Highland Awakening

Disclaimer: I received an advance readers copy from the publisher. I voluntarily agreed to do an honest, fair, review and blog. All words, thoughts and ideas are my own.

[silksandcravats]

All Tied Up - Viscount!Kylo

Once again I find myself taking my sweet time with the backstory kylo piece so in its place please accept another piece of viscount!kylo smut <3

Lady Ren stumbles across a rather indecent piece of literature which leads to her taken certain sexual liberties with her husband OR reader insert ties Kylo to the bed.

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Warnings/contents: fem!reader, bondage, PIV sex, unprotected sex, regency era, reader still has limited sexual knowledge, historical inaccuracies probably

You fidgeted with the ribbons in your hand, turning them over and over again. Blue felt like as good a colour as any to use. It was a wicked idea, surely not one that might be expected from a gently bred lady such as yourself. But then, the idea wasn’t originally yours, that terribly indecent book was to blame. And it’s not like you sought the book out! You had only been seeking out the newest Jane Austen novel, which had the town abuzz (though the opinion of the female author herself was rather mixed). 

You, unfortunately, had been rather late to hearing about the work, meaning there was not a copy to be spared in all of Mayfair. Not to be deterred, you had linked arms with your ladies maid, and bribed one of your coachmen a whole two pounds to take you into the city. (The act of bribery had become necessary after the man expressed concern that the Viscount might not approve of your excursion, he was right of course but you were not easily dissuaded.)

Whilst scouring the shelves of that London bookshelf, you noticed a book at the end of the row had been turned down so the spine was hidden and pushed back slightly as if someone had been trying to hide it. Upon further inspection you found the title to be, “The art of Basketweaving”. 

How curious, you thought to yourself, turning the book over in your hands. Why would anyone have need to hide this? 

It took only a brief look inside for you to realise the book had nothing to do with baskets at all. Your cheeks grew very hot and you slammed the book shut, not wanting to be caught reading it, at least not here. And so in the end you returned to Mayfair with a very different sort of book.

Which lead you up to now, sitting in your bedchambers, awaiting your husband who should return from parliament any time now. You turned the book open to study the position once more. It was the most devious, most erotic drawing you had ever seen. The way the man’s wrists had been crossed over and snuggly tied to the bedpost, the way the woman on top appeared to be lowering herself onto him, you had to admit you hadn’t even known it was possible!

You slammed the book quickly when you heard approaching footsteps you knew belonged to your husband. You hid the book in the top drawer of your writing desk, beneath loose stationery, and pushed the door shut.

The Viscount used your first name to greet you, coming into the room just as you tossed the ribbons onto the bed.

“Hello darling,” you smiled turning to face him. You felt slightly nauseous as you watched his eyes flicker briefly to the ribbon on the bed. You made yourself take a deep breath as he turned back to you, trying to force your nerves to calm, he didn’t know what you were up to, he couldn’t.

“I did not expect to find you here at this time of day,” he spoke walking towards you. You hated when he looked at you this way - like he already knew all of your secrets, but you knew you couldn’t look away, that would be as good as branding yourself with the word “guilty”.

“I was hoping we might enjoy each other’s company for a while, before dinner,” you did your best to sound innocent, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Is that so?” He queried, his hands coming down to grasp your waist.

“Yes,” you breathed, tipping your face up to meet his. He kissed you briefly, before pulling back.

“And what might be the occasion?” 

“No occasion,” you shook your head, tugging slightly at his cravat. He hummed thoughtfully but didn’t reply, allowing you to pull the material free. You knew he was suspicious, but he didn’t push, allowing you to pull through his layers. His hands roamed you, undressing you at a much slower pace than you were him. And so when you finished you splayed your hands across his chest, and leaned forward, kissing slowly up his torso. 

“You’re very eager,” he noted, finally removing your drawers.

“Is such a sin to want one’s husband?” You looked up at him through your lashes, hoping to replace his curiosity with lust.

“Not at all,” He smirked, pulling your now naked form closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you had to be careful here, one wrong move and you would end up below him, and then you might as well forget your plans. You let your hands roam him a moment longer and slowly, slowly backed him up to the bed and then-

“I know you left Mayfair today,” He broke away, speaking down to you. Your brows furrowed.

“How did you-”

“I gave him five pounds.” 

He then took you by surprise, dropped back on the bed, and pulling you along on top of him. This was good, now he was right where you wanted him. 

“Five?” You gasped, trying to linger on the topic of staff rather than your unauthorised outing. “We shall be out a coachman when he runs off with his new fortune.” 

His fingertips grazed the flesh of your hips, tracing your skin, his touch was sinful but you couldn’t allow yourself to bask in it now, you needed his hands higher up. Your situation was still quite precarious after all, he might flip you onto your back at any moment.

“I don’t know what was more foolish, you leaving Mayfair or thinking I wouldn’t know,” he admonished. You grasped his hands, feeling pleased when he cooperated, and dragged them up slowly.

“I did bring Daisy along,” you pointed out, frowning innocently.

“I’m beginning to believe I allow you too many liberties, perhaps I ought to take you in hand,” He spoke suggestively, the meaning of his words not lost on you. His eyes were darkening, you were running out of time, if you were going to act it had to be now.

“Actually,” you leaned in.

All at once, you took over. In a speed even you hadn’t known you possessed, you snatched up your hair ribbons, which were already within arms reach, and shoved his wrists against the headboard, tossing one over the other and tied them to the spot, quickly and firmly. You prayed it was tight enough.

“I should like to take a few more liberties before the day is through,” your lips ghosted over his, your stomach lurched at the boldness of your actions but you held your composure.

“You devilish woman,” he pulled his head back from you, leaning against the pillow to look up at your handiwork. He survived the bonds for a moment but made no effort to yank free, instead he sighed.

“That was very clever of you darling,” he admitted, turning his gaze from his hands to meet you again. “But what do you plan to do now that you have me?”

“A great many things I should think,” you spoke boldly. You reached down and grasped his length, first loosely, then you tightened a bit, give him a few teasing strokes. You watched proudly as his already partially hard cock grew firmer in your grip, fully standing at attention now. Still in the first bloom of marriage, you hadn’t mastered his body yet. You were still learning the best ways to touch and tease. 

A few drops were beginning to collect at his tip so you swiped your thumb along his slit, collecting the moisture, the contact making him hiss. And then, feeling incredibly vulgar, you lifted your thumb to your mouth and licking slowly. Kylo let out a shameless moan in response, watching you with great interest. This was going very well indeed.

“And where might my sweet little wife get such a wicked idea from?” He quirked a brow, watching your hand work him. Even now, bound to the bed he looked calm and collected, and perhaps even somehow still in control. In fact, he looked almost as if he was lying in the garden of your country home, basking in the summer sun. 

You didn’t answer. He was fully and entirely erect now and so you pulled away, leaning up on his thighs and looking down at him with determination. Your hand slipped between your legs and you touched yourself, pushing two fingers inside of yourself and moving them in a sort of scissoring motion the way Kylo always did before he took you. It wasn’t the same of course, your fingers were smaller and you couldn’t work yourself open the same way, but you did your best given your position. 

“If you need help wife, you need but ask,” he chimed, watching you touch yourself. His demeanour was still collected but there was a hunger in his eyes, clearly you weren’t the only one who wished it was his fingers plunged inside of you.

“That’s quite alright husband,” you shook your head, pulling your fingers away and moving above him. You grasped him again aligning himself to your opening and taking a deep breath.

“Go ahead, darling.”

Perhaps he was asking you to hurry along because he was eager, but it was also possible his words were encouraging, and you couldn’t have him thinking you were nervous, so you briskly lowered yourself all the way down, filling yourself to the brim. You both moaned loudly at your action. 

You hadn’t been able to open yourself up as well as he does, so the stretch of him burned more deeply than you were used to causing you to wince. Being on top you knew you had all the time you would like to adjust, but you couldn’t give your husband the satisfaction of knowing how affected you were.

And so you adjusted slightly and, -consequential soreness be damned- you began rocking yourself on top of him, up and down. The third time you moved you went too far and he slipped out of you. You nearly cursed but instead you simply repositioned and tried again. 

It took you a few tries to set a rhythm, and Kylo, knowing when and when to not tease his wife, kept his amusement to himself as best he could while you gathered your bearings. Finally, you slipped into a fluid pattern, bouncing on top of him rather pleasantly.

Whenever Kylo bedded you, he fully sheathed himself with every single thrust, knocking against something deep inside of you, and he couldn’t help but notice that now that it was your turn you made sure to never drop all the way down. Not because you didn’t enjoy the feeling, he knew you liked it quite a bit, but rather he realised it was too intense for you to subject yourself to. 

It felt wonderful to have him this way, but it was taking quite a bit of energy to maintain your pace and you were beginning to develop a newfound sense of respect that he was able to ravish you so frequently and for so long. You knew you’d be able to finish this way, and you were fairly sure he could too, and so you willed yourself to carry on. It wasn’t until you begin to pant softly that Kylo couldn’t resist speaking up.

“You seem to be overexerting yourself, dear, shall I take over for you?” He cooed, his voice sweet and heavy like honey. It was a tempting proposition, to roll over and let him have you, but you finally held power in your grasps, and who knows when you might have it again?

“N-no,” you shook your head violently, picking up the speed even though your muscles were screaming, begging you to stop.

“Very well, come here then,” he nodded once, urging you toward him. You complied, sliding your hands further up his chest and leaning down to kiss him. Once he had your mouth on him he began to move beneath you, rocking up in time with you so that the next time you came down he slid farther inside of you knocking against your cervix making you screech his name, and then he did it again, and again.

“Touch yourself for me,” he groaned against your mouth. And so you did without thinking, having to shift in the process so you could reach, which only allowed him to further space to thrust up into you. You couldn’t believe it, he was topping from the bottom? 

“Oh Kylo!” you exclaim, jolting when your fingers found your own little bud.

“That’s it darling,” he groaned, his own composure beginning to cripple, “come with me.” Your chest tightened, your rocking had grown sloppy and he was doing the bulk on the work now, he pushed up into you once, twice more and then your world shattered. Your eyes squeezed shut and your head tilted back, your mouth falling ajar. You felt him finish inside of you, gushing around your walls. 

You were breathing heavily, even after the effects of your release had faded, feeling utterly and completely exhausted.

“That was excellent my love,” he spoke, and before you had the chance to free him, he tugged away from the bonds all on his own. The ribbons fell to the bed and you realised he had merely been allowing you to believe you had him subdued. He leaned up to wrap his arms around you, pulling you down to the bed. In instant, you were lying on your back and he on his side, holding you tenderly and wrapping you up in sheets. 

“But in the future, I should think it better suited if you were the one in bondage, dear wife.” He dropped a swift kiss on your cheek. “And we will be having a discussion later about your little trip.”

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[thebestworstidea]

The Green Knight’s Lady- 7

Sequel fic to “The Witch and the Green Knight” (on Ao3)

Warnings: undeserved redemption arc, graphic imagery and bad behavior. And once again, violence against an apparent minor. There’s a line to slap him, don’t be surprised.

Chapter 1: In which Rowan has Unexpected House Guests

Chapter 2: In Which They Try to Figure Out What the Hell is Going On

Chapter 3: In Which Remus and Rowan’s Stupidity Escalates to Treason (sort of)

Chapter 4: In Which Life is Difficult

Chapter 5: In Which Remus has an Argument with A Cat and Rowan makes some Charms

Chapter 6: In Which Love is Bullshit. >-<>-< ——————-<>——————- >-<>-< Chapter 7: in which Commitment and Love are Put to the Test >-<>-< ——————-<>——————- >-<>-<

It was properly summer now and Rowan was glad for it. The smell of hot grass, the long sunlit days, the profusion of plants everywhere. All of it made her feel content even as her guest grumbled about the heat in the attic loft and moved to spend his days in the library room instead. 

Remus was gone as often as he was there, working on his house to make it nice enough for DN. Personally Rowan doubted the little fae would ever be content in a wild fae's home, no matter how luxurious he made it.

Remus had visited for a few days, snatching raw meat from the barbecue tray, teasing Rowan's sister much more gently than he did Rowan and soaking in attention. He had to go back, he'd made a deal with a fae craftsman and needed to pick up something. 

“Here.” Rowan held out a music box and headphones. “I made you a couple of mixes so you can listen to them instead of your own head. It helps me sometimes.” 

Remus hooked his arm around her and squished her. 

“Aw, you like me.”

“Whatever gives you that impression. Must be all the affection.” her eyes rolled but she smiled, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You'll need to come back and charge it every few days." 

"Oooooh music treat and reminder of the passage of time, you're a wicked one."

“Do you not want to borrow the camera?” she asked wiggling the small blue box in her other hand. “I thought you wanted to show me your house.” 

“Ooh ohh gimmie!” he made grabby hands at it. “It’s looking so good! The moss is in all the right places and the wood’s all polished on the inside.” 

"It sounds nice." She admitted. I can't wait to see."

"Sometime I'll bring you to see it.” He said in a way that sounded like a promise, fiddling with the camera. “I should get a phone.” 

“That’ll be fun.” Rowan snorted, picturing him walking into the wireless store. "Would it even work?"

"Oh yeah, probably. The spider and honey and cream use theirs underhill after all. Think no-thank-you daddy long legs is playing antenna."

Rowan considered that. 

"Well, it is just waves of energy, and magic can be described that way." 

"Neat." Reaching out he fluffed her bangs, and grinned at Danger Noodle who was catching a breeze with a glass of lemonade on the porch and certainly wasn't there to see Remus off. He had, after all,  made it clear he didn't care either way. “Should I bring you anything?”

“Properly made food would be good.” he said, sounding bored. “I’d ask for a change of clothes but I don’t trust your fashion choices.” 

“Just wait and see!” Remus said brightly, and bounded off into the woods like a hyperactive deer.

“... I’m glad to see him happy.” Rowan commented. 

“Hmf.”

“He was very sad when I met him.” she continued. “Not that it was easy to tell of course. On account of the batshit crazy.”

“He was like that when I met him.” 

“I’m sure.”

(Rowan’s Break up List for Passive Aggressive Witches) 

Three days later, Remus reappeared, singing ‘New Rules’ by Dua Lipa and carrying a bundle and a basket. He handed over both the camera and mp3 player to Rowan, kissed her mother on the cheek while getting a cookie, and moved into the library where Danger Noodle was reading in a window seat. He looked up as Remus entered. 

“Well that wasn’t any faster than usual.” 

“Would have been back yesterday, but I was getting something.” Remus said, plopping down on the floor next to the window seat. Rowan had followed him in, apparently she had also been reading, in an armchair instead, if the glass of sweet tea he brought in and the book she picked up were any clues. 

Remus handed the basket to D.N. Inside he found a veritable picnic of fairy food that could be eaten cold, and kept fairly well. Danger Noodle had mainly been joking, while the preparation was different, and some things were procured by magic, food was food. Though he could be absolutely sure that these hadn’t been touched by steel, let alone iron. He put a tiny meat pie in his mouth and let it dissolve a bit rather than chewing, savoring the flavors. 

“Also this.” He opened the bundle and produced some fabric, a jacket, a pair of pants, some fine stockings and gloves. They looked a little bit too big for D.N. “I remembered what you said, but these looked like things you’d worn before, so I thought it might be okay?”

“Not exactly suitable for my current situation.” He sniffed, looking at the soft embossed leather of the coat over. Despite that, he looked slightly pleased. “You really go out of the way to find things I’ve asked for.”

“Yep!” Remus grinned, looking happy. “I want you to be as happy as possible.” 

“Anything I ask?” 

“Pretty much.” He was pulling more clothing out of the bundle, grinning to himself. 

“And what if I asked you to kill her?”

The smile disappeared as Remus’s eyes went wide and his head came up like he’d been physically struck.

“Please don’t ask me that.”

“I need to know.” 

“Please.” his voice was a thin whine. 

“It’s okay.” Rowan said quietly, calling attention to herself. “Take my body somewhere it won’t be found.”

“What?” 

“He needs to know you love him more than me. So.” She opened her arms, as if inviting a blow or a hug. “Painless would be good too.” 

Remus looked back at D.N. who sighed theatrically.

“I’m not actually asking.” he said “She’s right, annoyingly. Also annoyingly more useful alive.”

“Careful.” She picked her book up again. “Someone might think you’re starting to like me.” 

“I don’t think that’s terribly likely.” 

Remus stood up, suddenly enough that they both turned to stare at him. 

“I’m going.” he said, and headed out the back door.  “I’ll be back.” the door slammed. 

“I think you upset him.” Rowan said quietly. 

“Oh, and your reaction had nothing to do with it.” he curled his lip. “Would you really have let him kill you?” 

“What about our interactions makes you think that I value my life?” Rowan retorted. 

“You aren’t dead yet. It’s not something I’d recommended, personally.” 

“Well the people I piss off generally can’t curse me.”

“You’re not too old to change.” 

“Again, with your odd brand of compliments.” she snorted and took a sip of her tea. “I could wish you hadn’t chased him away when he just got back.” 

“He’ll be fine. Thinking big thoughts takes him time.” He began sorting through the clothes in the bundle. 

“Giving him a philosophical dilemma about his emotions is just unkind.”

“So am I.” He held up a shirt in dove gray and frowned at it. “Do be quiet if you’re going to be in the same room with me. I’m not Remus, I don’t like your peculiar brand of humor and your key-dead voice.” 

Rowan huffed and picked up her book and glass. 

“Fine. I’m going to keep watch for him, in case he needs a hug when he gets back.”

“You do that.”

“And who knows. Maybe he’ll realize he deserves better.” 

“He hasn’t in a hundred years.” 

Rowan glanced back at him, not quite sure what he meant, not wanting to know what he meant.

(illustration, Danger Noodle and New Clothes)

The rest of the afternoon was fairly quiet, and the moon was just rising when Remus let himself back in. The rest of Rowan’s family had gone off to see a movie, and Rowan had stayed behind because she was waiting for Remus, and not really interested in the movie.  Remus looked like he’d been in a fight, and the winner was uncertain. His knuckle were bloodied and there were sticks and bits of leaves in his hair. Danger Noodle had taken over the table in the library- possibly his favorite room because once the fire tools had been moved out, there was no cast iron in it- and was prodding at the clothing, muttering to himself and drinking something that was the color of moonstone that had been in the basket. He looked up as Remus entered. The green knight shifted on his feet.

“I’ve decided.” Remus said slowly. “That the answer would be no.”  

“What?”

“I love you.” he said it simply, like an absolute truth. “And I always will. I will protect you. But I am not going to help you hurt me anymore.” this Remus said like it hurt.  D.N. just looked confused, but Rowan immediately hugged Remus, flinging her arms around his neck and pressing their cheeks together. 

“Don’t get too excited, little tree.” Remus mumbled, even as he supported her weight “It’s true now, but who knows how long it will be.”

“I’m still so proud of you.” she retorted. “That had to have been hard to decide.”  She kept holding onto him, so she wouldn't have to look at the baffled, terrified expression that haunted the edges of D.N.’s eyes. It was so much easier just to think of him as a one note villain. 

Even if she held onto the hope he could change, if only for Remus’s sake.