#i wasn't even drunk this time

[asimperingswannsong]

Abject Devotion

Part 4

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: Happy Spooky Season. Homicidal loony gets bred by her dragon. Dismemberment as foreplay? Tentacle kink? True Form Sex? Weird shit? 18+ Only Smut

Hetaera spent the next few days in the library reading, painting, and learning piano from Aria while Alcina traveled back and forth mired in meetings. In the evenings, Alcina doted on her. Aside from the occasional excursion to the village for a midnight hunt as Hetaera slept, every moment of Alcina's time in the evenings was devoted to Hetaera.

Hetaera couldn't believe how lucky she was or how happy she felt. She'd found Alcina fascinating from the start but now she was deeply in love with the sexy, intelligent, dominant woman of the castle.

She was grateful for each day with her and for the leisure of sitting and reading or devoting hours to learning a task without the need to work the land, or water the animals, or tend the children. She did miss her younger siblings but not the daily struggle of barely surviving.

One evening Alcina ran late returning from a meeting and Hetaera sat all alone at the massive dining table in the main hall. She stared worriedly at her lover's empty plate opposite her. She tried to eat the food the staff had prepared for her, but she was distressed by Alcina's absence and couldn't focus.

Eventually she'd given up entirely and pushed the plate away. She had Katya guide her downstairs to the foyer where she pulled up a wingback next to the fire with a view out the window of the castle's entry gate and drive.

She waited quietly for Alcina's return. She declined Katya's offer of coffee or brandy. Finally, just before darkness began to fall, she spotted her mistress' carriage. "Oh," she stood excitedly, "there she is Katya!" "Good, my lady. I knew she'd come." "Can you unlock the door?" Katya hesitated.

"I'm not sure I should my lady." "Please, Katya, I just want to greet her as she comes in." "I will unlock it if you promise not to leave the threshold my lady," Katya said reluctantly relenting, "The mistress wouldn't want you to leave the house, I'm sure." "I'll wait in the door. I promise. I'm just so anxious to see her."

"Very well my lady," Katya unlocked the door, "We'll open it when she's through the gate so you can greet her when she arrives." The gate swung open as the carriage approached. Hetaera continued to watch through the window as Katya stood next to the door.

Just as the carriage started through the gate there was an explosion beneath the car and the wheels fell into holes formed by the blast. The horses began to buck excitedly trying to flee. Finally, the reins failed, and they escaped.

Hetaera screamed in terror as she saw a crowd of villagers appear from either side of the disabled carriage. They were holding all manner of weapons shotguns, pikes, pitchforks, clubs, and bow and arrows. The driver fell dead as the first attacker shot him through the eye with an arrow. He immediately reloaded, sitting the next arrow ablaze, and launching it into the side of the abandoned car.

"No!" Hetaera screamed as she saw the car catch fire. Katya heard the explosion and saw her lady becoming frantic. "What's happening?" She rushed toward the window as Hetaera rushed to the door. "No, my lady! It isn't safe!" "I have to go to her!" Hetaera shouted as she threw the door open and ran out. "Please! My lady!" Katya pleaded.

Katya was too late to stop her as Hetaera was out the door and rushing down the drive toward the crowd of angry armed villagers who were threatening her lover. Hetaera saw Alcina step from the burning carriage car only to be immediately attacked by a villager holding a pike. He viciously rammed it into her side, and she bent double roaring in pain.

She quickly turned extending her claws and ripping through his guts. He dropped the pike and fell to her feet, but she didn't have a chance to recover before a second villager shot her in the chest with a blast from his shotgun.

She swiped at him, snarling in anger, and caught the end of the weapon sending it skittering across the ground. Undeterred, he bent down and began picking up rocks and hurling them at her while another villager stabbed her repeatedly from behind with a pitchfork. Her angry screams drowned out the ones coming from Hetaera who continued running toward her.

She had been frightened for her lover at first, but as she came close, she was enraged at the number of people attacking Alcina. Alcina turned, busy trying to disarm the villager attacking her with a pitchfork, causing her to not notice Hetaera's arrival. The man throwing stones saw Alcina's distraction as an opportunity to try and retrieve his shotgun. He too was oblivious to Hetaera approaching behind him.

Hetaera gritted her teeth in rage as she watched him stoop, retrieve the weapon, and point it at her lover. Alcina turned as he screamed, "Die! Demon!" She extended her claws to attack but the man's face exploded as a pike rammed out from the front of it. He'd been impaled from the back of his head. Her mouth dropped in confusion as he fell to the ground twitching and revealing an angry Hetaera standing behind him.

"Draga?" Alcina exclaimed in shock. She started to speak again but Hetaera ran forward retrieving the shotgun and rummaging through the dead man's pockets for shells. She reloaded and ran forward and around her speechless lover making for the three additional villagers coming around the side of the carriage to continue their onslaught.

Alcina reached out finally making contact with the irritating man with the pitchfork. As she slashed his throat open, she regained her faculties of speech. "Draga! No! It isn't safe for you here!" she shouted as she saw the stomach of a man holding a torch burst open from Hetaera's first shot.

Out of fear for the maiden's safety, Alcina shifted into her true form. The second of the three remaining attackers recognized Hetaera, stopping his charge, "Hetaera? What are you doing? We thought you'd died with Baciu?" Hetaera let out an inarticulate scream of fury and shot him in the face with her second shell.

The remaining villager shouted at her, "Are you helping the fiend? What the hell is wrong with you?" He rushed toward her wielding a spiked club but stopped abruptly staring upward with a look of horror on his face. Hetaera was momentarily confused but then she smirked and said, "Wait. Don't tell me. There's a dragon behind my back isn't there?" An unholy screech emanated from Alcina, and the man fell to the ground in fear before frantically scrambling to escape. A large, clawed foot came down from behind Hetaera crushing the man's legs beneath it. He screamed in pain and fear, trapped and writhing beneath the creature.

Hetaera turned slowly around staring up at her lover's true form in awe. The creature grabbed Hetaera gently and lifted her up, reaching out with its tentacles it wrapped her up securely before shifting its focus back to the remaining villager.

The dragon lifted the man into the air with its foot, dangling him from his mangled legs as he pleaded for mercy. She reached out with her arm and tore the man in half. She was so intent on enjoying the slaughter that she failed to notice the way Hetaera regarded her.

She ripped an arm from her prey and tossed it into her enormous maw crunching down happily on it. She was fully engrossed until she was caught off guard by a different sort of pleasurable tingle running down the length of her spine. She was confused until she noticed the girl in the grasp. She was watching her with adoration and open lust and Alcina noticed she'd pressed her core down on one of her tentacles and was busy rolling her hips along its length.

Curious to repeat the pleasurable sensation, Alcina experimentally pressed up helping the girl make better contact. She was rewarded with another wave of pleasure causing her to groan loudly. The girl who was held firmly by half a dozen tentacles wrapping beneath her arms, around her thighs, and belly, arched her back and moaned along with her. Alcina saw her hardened nipples through her thin gown.

The girl made eye contact with her again breathing heavily with lust. "Finish your food my beautiful lady," she whispered. Alcina growled at her and threw the rest of the man into her jaws crunching down on him as she snaked a free tentacle up to Hetaera's panty line. The girl bucked her hips forward encouragingly and Alcina dipped the tentacle inside running it into her folds.

"Of fuck," she mewled dropping her head back again. Alcina found her opening and tentatively pressed the tip inside her. "Oh...yes! more please!" Alcina delved deeper into the girl curious at how her own body was responding.

She felt a slick viscous essence begin to drip from the end of her tentacles. She'd inhabited this form many times since the Cadou, but she'd only ever used it to hunt or to defend herself. She'd never done anything like this before and she was now regretting that oversight. She could feel the girl struggling in her grasp trying to press herself further down onto the tentacle and she happily helped her along pressing further inside her.

"Oh...fuck. So good my lady," the girl whimpered as she writhed and explored within her. She could feel the girl begin to clench down on her and it was an incredible sensation. She'd never realized how sensitive this form could feel. As the girl clenched down tighter and gave way to her climax Alcina felt an orgasm of her own tear through her. The viscous slick from the end of her tentacles increased and she could feel it oozing out inside the girl.

Alcina in her dragon form felt suddenly very possessive. She had an instinctual urge to hide the girl away from everyone else. As she withdrew the tentacle from inside her, she clutched her close to her chest and roared loudly before taking flight. Instead of returning to the castle she flew away into the mountains. She wasn't sure where she was going, she just felt an animalistic need to isolate herself and her lover for protection. Eventually she landed in an open meadow surrounded by enormous mountain peaks on all sides.

She lay her smaller upper body across her much larger lower trunk, keeping the girl wrapped securely within her tentacles. She brought her large leathery wings down and formed a warm cocoon around them as she nuzzled against her lover's neck. "Mmm," the girl hummed happily at her. She turned and kissed Alcina before whispering, "I love you." Alcina produced a purring sound from deep within her chest. It vibrated through Hetaera in a pleasant way. She tucked herself in closely and drifted to sleep in her lover's embrace. Alcina followed soon after.

[stiltonbasket]

I was today years old when I found out about the Binghe cameo in MDZS...

[mascxdaddy]

what is it about me that makes girls wanna fuck me over so bad😭 like what higher power did i piss off oh my god

[blackknight-100]

More Apollo fic excerpts for you all, because I'm on a roll:

Looking at Father is hard. Apollo has learnt this early on, but Apollo is also either incorrigibly foolish, or insurmountably stubborn. Either way, he tries and tries and tries; the truth is his, and he will look into the King's eyes while he gets it.

Lightning crackles around Zeus's lashes, fine white scars upon his dark skin. He sighs unhappily, and somewhere around Cretan Ida, rain-black clouds are blown away. "Why do you ask that, child?"

"Hekate thinks it is unjust."

"Did she say that to you?"

"No."

Apollo does not mention that she said that to his sister and his mother, because that was not what Father asked. He does not speak of her grief either - the King is a forge of hot power thrumming with ill-supressed rage, a rush of deadly cloudstrike and bitter ozone under his tongue - and Apollo is... apprehensive, if not afraid.

Zeus sighs again. The rain clouds return, and drought is averted. His beard droops, and the riot of spiked hair curls into itself. "It is fate," he says. "There had to be a safe place for you to be born."

"And fate is greater than justice, then?"

"You know the Fates. You know Fate is greater than everything."

Apollo says nothing. In the following silence, father and son stare at each other, picking away at the other's minds.

As always, Father breaks first. "I could not lose you," he says. "You are to be a great god."

Perhaps Apollo should be kinder, perhaps Apollo should be blind. But he is not. Here too the Fates are unfair - he can see Ares' quiet pain, he can see Hera's righteous rage. And his memory is terrible in its divinity - a hundred thousand words of fatherly love will not wipe away all those days of his mother's tears.

Or perhaps it is not fatherly love at all. Apollo is to be a great god, a mighty cog in the automaton that is Fate, and like Hephaestus, Zeus its builder cares little for who the cogs are, or where they come from. They must only exist.

Or perhaps it is just him - Apollo, the Destroyer. Under his hands is the ruin of a hundred women, and then some more, and Hekate is one notch among many others. Perhaps Apollo blames fruitlessly, for it is his father who chased his aunt, and his birth that holds her down. Perhaps his father loves them - him and Artemis and Mother Leto, and has only sought to turn fate in their favour through his ruthlessness. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. So many chances, so many answers.

Apollo looks at Father, and does not believe even one.

"I see," he says. "Thank you for your time, Your Majesty."

Zeus-King frowns. He holds out a hand as if to call out, then drops it and turns away. "You may leave," he says, and Apollo does.

[pyrepostings]

Those child harnesses but sized up so whumper can walk whumpee around in public.

[donnydamakkk]

unpopular opinion: there is no point in the show in which jeid would have made sense. jj never seemed interested in him, and his feelings always felt misconstrued and misplaced. they never had that kinda chemistry.

[fromtheseventhhell]

It’s almost 2024 and Lannister posts are still like:

Cersei is a drunk, stupid, lazy, crazy, fat, ugly bitch who is exactly like her rapist and abuser 😡 (but did Bobby B really raped and abused that whore ??)

Poor Jaime everyone is so mean to him cause he killed Aerys and saved everyone and his bitch sister won’t break her back to accommodate his every whim 😥 But I know brienne will 😁

There are no Lannister stans, only male centered Jaime stans.

Misogyny is so crazy cause Cersei is one of the best-written characters in the books and genuinely has the complexity + nuance that Jaime stans (*cough*dick-riders*cough*) swear he has but since she's a female character, she gets reduced to a prop in his story. Minimally satisfying is the fact that even when they demonize her to hell and back, they can't find any way to make him seem interesting without bringing her up. His "redemption arc" is just his stans going "Doesn't he look so much better in comparison to Cersei?" and pretending that being in Brienne's proximity will magically purify him. The irony of people (i.e. his misogynistic stans) largely reducing him to his relationships with two female characters isn't lost on me. If they didn't hate women so much they could just enjoy Cersei's character, but I guess they like settling for crumbs of character development.

[morningstargirl666]

FIC REC FRIDAY #4

ad aeternam. by darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

His eyes are intent on her. They always are, but never so strong, never so scorching, as when he’s needling for information she’d rather not give.

“I want you to come and …” She sighs. This is more difficult than she had expected it to be, and that’s saying something. She’d expected it to be like pulling teeth, but the feeling is more akin to ripping off an arm. “I want you to come and pretendtodateme.”

There. Done. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

No, not at all.

Klaus’s face smooths over, washed of all emotion. “Would you mind repeating that?”

Guys. Listen. I don't go searching for fake dating AUs. Mostly because I'm not a fan of human AUs. When I'm reading klaroline fanfiction, I'm here for the fantasy element, the age old hybrid falling in love with the blonde baby vampire. Therefore, fake dating AUs just don't really blip up on my radar. But. Guys. Guys. THIS FIC ALRIGHT. THIS FIC HAS OVERHAULED MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM???? LIKE? IT'S POST-CANON DIVERGENCE???????? YET A FAKE DATING AU????????????? DO YOU SEE THE QUESTION MARKS HERE IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME THIS COULD BE A THING AND YET IT IS AND IT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATION TO EVER EXIST?

Anyways. Yeah, go read it.

OR I AM DISOWNING ALL OF YOU

[timoswerner]

you know what last night was boring in that none of us were eve tipsy and we just played games all night but i had a lovely time and it's nice not to have a hangover and it's nice not to have thrown up on the way home like i did in 22/23

[maliciousalice]

[sanguineshade]

Just saw a BDSM educational post and it reminded me of how I had to bring up the topic to my mother the last time I was complaining about my ex.

Basically, what happened was, I have no good things to say about my ex. She's asked a couple times over the course of these months "what I learned from this relationship" (which was my first) and my only response was "I learned I deserved better and that I need to look for someone who will care for me how I care for them".

On our last talk, she proceeded to reply that this was "too narrowing", to which I gently explained it was not, and all the ways I cared for my ex that he didn't return even when I desperately, verbally asked. I ended this by concluding it was a matter of emotional maturity (not saying he wasn't mature, just that we were at different points, with different needs, and he could not meet mine), and that in hindsight, I should've not started that kind of relationship with him, since he never even filled out his document.

And then I had to explain the Document.

You see, I put it shortly to her, I made a document detailing the kind of things I was interested in, sexually. I described what places I felt I'd like to be touched, the things I'd like to do, the things I was open to try and the ones I would decline. I made it readable, with separated topics, and had a blank version for my then-partner to simply fill out. I knew he didn't like to write much so I made it easy to check options, with minimal writing. I gave that to him, and he never filled it up.

She was flabbergasted that I'd do such an un-romantic thing, describing it as "detached" and "like work" and "who would want to sign a document before having a relationship, where did you get this idea from?"

I paused for a moment. "Do you know BDSM?" She did not. I explained what the acronym meant. She was not happy as she asked what that had to do with anything, and where I heard of such things. "Well," I started from the beginning. "You know about 50 Shades of Grey, right?"

I explained to her how, in the boom of the book's popularity, the most important aspect every critic brought up was how the story was, in fact, not displaying BDSM as it advertised, but instead abuse. I proceeded to relate how that got me to read about BDSM, and how consent and guidelines and communication were such an important part of it, how "scenes" need a lot of prep work and how people deeply care for each other.

There was nothing quite like the joy I felt as her expression mellowed, especially as I reminded her that it was my first relationship, and I came up with the document as a guideline, as a safety, as a way of communicating my needs and to hear back from my partner. "But he didn't fill it" she replied, now fully supportive of the document. "Why did you still date him?"

It cut a little deeper than I expected, even now, reminiscing of those words. "It was my first time," I remember shrugging, "and I trusted him."

That was the end of it. I'd love to have a happy ending to add, about how I moved on and found a wonderful person who filled their Document and I am now in a loving relationship with, but there's none of that. Maybe I'll never find anyone who'd do this for me. Maybe my level of maturity doesn't have a match, and my needs are too much for any partner to deal with. Honestly, the only thing I need as I'm typing this is a job, so I could have at least a semblance of financial security. I couldn't care less about intimate relationships right now.

But, all that said, I really wanna thank the BDSM community for all their teachings on consent, and trust, and on how to make things good for all parties involved. I could see the understanding in my mom's eyes with my (honestly probably mediocre) explanations. Of course she knew the difference between a relationship where you feel safe and one where you're just going with the flow, but I could tell she became aware of it while I was talking. I'm sure we both came out of that conversation with a little more knowledge in our minds.

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[ilkkawhat]

I don't know about you, but it is really hard picturing myself getting into a romantic relationship at the moment when it is not considered normal to talk for 9 hours straight about a horror game 😞. Also, how am I supposed to explain the fact that 95 % of the 500 + pictures on my phone are of some Finnish man

exactly! sometimes i have the legit fear that my SO would like see one of my fav obsessions and be like "yah that's trash" but lol they better be ready for those long ass dissertations about horror games and a certain finnish man if they wanna date me for the foreseeable future 😂

[turtlemagnum]

when i was younger and hung out around my uncle a lot more than i do now, i remember whenever he referred to things regarding his native heritage, he always just called it "indian". called himself an indian, called the words he taught us indian, so on. since i was a little kid who didn't know any better, i didn't know that "indian" in the context of indigenous americans was a very broad, frankly bastardized term to paint a vast variety of cultures spanning two whole damn continents with one brush. it only occurred to me as i got much older than i was at the time that there'd be more than one "indian" language, and up until now since i had no idea what tribe(s) he even is i couldn't even begin to know where to look unless i found a download of every goddamn interlingual dictionary available and painstakingly checked every godddamn one for what their word for "thunder" is

the word he taught us meant thunder was hiloha. i didn't even know how to spell it until now, because he only ever said it aloud. literally just a few minutes ago, i decided to ask my grandma (his sister) if we knew what tribe(s) he belonged to. and apparently he's a mix of choctaw and makah. which gave me a lead, which led to me finding a dictionary on libgen, which led to me word searching "thunder" in the choctaw to english dictionary. it's the only word i remember him teaching us, and i'm unsure if he ever tried teaching us others. but it was his dogs name, and he was a damn good boy, so i remembered it clear as day. though, they normally shortened it to "hilo".

so, i guess what came out of this is that i now know a bit more about my uncle's heritage, and where to look for more research. so, if you're gonna have a takeaway from this, i'd appreciate it if you remembered the word "hiloha". it means thunder. and aside from being the name of a very good boy who deserves to be remembered, i think it's even more important to remember the histories, cultures, and of course the languages of all the indigenous folks who came before us and did their damndest to preserve their cultures in spite of it all.

[shannonsketches]

bruh I don't think people realize that in the dbz manga Vegeta is not combative with Bulma except for one (1) time and she ends up being so right about the situation that he just shuts the fuck up for the rest of the series akljdls

[tasakesi]

also the pandemic wasnt a “simple window to what we could be without capitalism”. IF U THINK THAT YOU WERE INCREDIBLY PRIVILEGED AND YOUR EXPERIENCES WEREN'T UNIVERAL