#potions mistress

[offtorivendell]

Elain Archeron Week, Days 2 and 3: Hope and Stength

I've got many hopes for the quiet dreamer, who in turn has been so heavily associated with hope herself, when we finally get her book. But what I'd love to see most is Elain using the skills she's gained in both her "little garden" and kitchen - those for which she has previously been belittled - for the benefit of the IC/Prythian. To demonstrate that not all strengths involve muscle and blades, though she's shown she can wield one when necessary.

Elain could be...

On a mission, working as a cook or gardener. One of the main reasons Nuala and Cerridwen are such great spies is they can convincingly double as maidservants, however there are only two of them, and as half-wraiths they still stand out. If someone had to take a job in a kitchen or garden, to fly under the radar and gather information (because servants talk!) then Elain would be perfect for this role. She wouldn't need to learn the work she's meant to be doing, and as Nesta suggested that she may have been taking lessons in stealth from her two wraith friends, she may already have those skills covered, too.

A diplomat, recreating someone's favourite dish from home. Putting foreign ambassadors in a good mood would quite possibly help with any negotiations or loosen tongues, and Elain listening to information that others may deem unimportant - like discussion about food or flowers - and acting on it is something she has shown an aptitude for in the past, like when she had a horse and supplies ready for Feyre's return to Prythian in ACOTAR, or when she shadow walked to take down the King of Hybern in ACOWAR.

A potions mistress, creating poisons and antidotes. This is one of my most favourite, long-standing wishes for Elain, and I know I'm not the only one who hopes that she has a witchy aspect to her story. Imagine if she could Make her plants, imbuing their natural properties with a little more oomph? Or doing the same to any potions she concocts? Could she create faster acting antidotes to power blocking substances that we have seen before? Has she, as @ladynightcourt3 suggested, been apprenticing under Madja? This would be such a handy skillset to have on hand, especially when combined with the stealth she's exhibited.

It's important to note - and I know I'm not the first to discuss this, as SJM has mentioned it before - that women can be very effective spies (though maybe we'd call them informants, or say they worked in "intelligence" instead?) without the whole cloak and dagger "spy" approach. With regards to possible ships, imo the parallels between Azriel and Lucien are extensive; their shared role in information gathering is just one of those similarities (so in this way, at least, I think she'd do well with either - I'm mentioning this as the "couple roles" parallels SJM seems to be going for aren't irrelevant to the plot).

That being said, no matter who Elain ends up with in the end I think she'll use her charm, observational skills, wit and wisdom (all canon!) to gather important information (I've previously discussed that she may have used parties to do this while human, rather than to simply socialise); hopefully her well-earnt and unique skillset in the garden and kitchen will also come into play.

@elainarcheronweek

[witchofthesouls]

We are seriously sleeping on the hilarity of magic-is-real within Transformers fandom.

Like give me humans-to-Cybertronians, but not from the modern day or the usual human cast. Oh no, give me a sparkeater that was once a vampire that was turned somewhere in the 18th/19th century. Give a monoformer that was once a young woman from the roaring 20s that fell Underhill and found herself in the space-inbetween-space and had to become an alchemist's apprentice to get back home, but finds out she's 50 years in the future and not a day older when she disappeared.

Basically what I want:

Sparkeater: "I'm almost 300 years old! If I hadn't figured out money at this point, I might as well stabbed myself with a stake!"

All the baseline humans: oh my god, you're so old!

The nearby 'bots/'cons: Sweet Primus, it's a baby

Or,

Random bots/cons are having a dilemma when it's found out that the Apprentice just wears her training robes and no armature. She's adamant that she's well-protected with all the personalized runework upon it, especially since she's covered head-to-toe. Meanwhile, bots/cons don't want the kid running around naked in her base form.

Apprentice: "Quite fussing, Mrs. Grundy. I'm wrapped up tighter than a nunnery!"

Ratchet: "You got nothing but protoform! Put this one!"

[bosimba]

*twirls hair coyly*

[dramioneasks]

Love & Other Problems By: Shananigans10 - M, 18 chapters - Draco Malfoy had fallen from grace; he spent almost all of his time alone, secluded in his cottage with nothing but spirits to keep him company. After a rowdy night out at his company's party, his life abruptly changed. An unexpected pregnancy and new friends helped him to turn his life around and embrace everything life had to offer. TW: Alcoholism, NonCon, Abduction, Char. Death

[sweetmerry]

I was studying AKI and discovered there's two types of AKI's

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Very loosely based on the Reptilia28 Don't Fear the Reaper Death Challenge, whereby Harry gets to relive his life. As do a couple of other people. What effect does this have on Harry's life and the Voldemort Blood wars? Not a Discworld crossover, but some guest appearances by Death's granddaughter. Some character bashing. No Cursed Child or Fantastic Beasts. COMPLETE.

[dennavanhossen]

Making potions for next DnD session

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

Random TF Blurb - Wife’s Revenge

Tiffany was raddled. She found out for the last 7 months, her husband has been cheating on her. So she decided to use this concoction on her husband. It was an old cursed potion her mother and grandmother taught her when she was young.

Before her husband Pete went off for his “late-night” office run, she slipped the potion into his coffee as he drank it Tiffany watched with anticipation but nothing happened. Did she get something wrong?

Pete just smirked and went off to the dingy motel he and his mistress Chloe always went too. Chloe was in her early 20s and embraced Pete. What Tiffany didn’t know was the curse was gonna have the weirdest effects for Pete’s night.

The duo went into the room, and Chloe went into the bathroom to freshen up. She felt a strangeness in her skirt. She looked down to see her thong has become a pair of white briefs.

Within seconds that felt like minutes, Chloe began to grow and expand. Her height towered to 6’5. Her feet bursted through her heels as she had to rebalance herself as she saw them thicken and widen until they were large size 15 feet.

Her hair shortened and face chiseled as she just watched in complete terror. Her breasts vanished, as her chest toned and her shirt ripped off. He quickly took off his skirt leaving him just in his briefs. He looked in awe, as there was something stirring in his head.

His mind was changing as he looked at his face continuing to change and get more masculine. His torso formed lean muscle, as his hands thickened. Body hair grew lightly on his body, as Carrington looked back with a smirk.

Carrington was a devious male prostitute who liked to rob the older men who picked him up. Pete was getting impatient on the other side of the room. Weirdly he didn’t hear one thing of Chloe’s struggled.

“Babe. You ready” he said annoyed.

Carrington then came out of the bathroom. His toned body just in briefs, and now taller then Pete.

“Who the fuck are you?” Pete asked.

“Doesn’t matter dad” Carrington smirked, as he quickly manhandled Pete. Pete tried to put up a fight but before he knew it, he had a bloody nose and was robbed by the almost naked man.

Later that night Pete came back fucked up from this encounter. He explained to Tiffany an outlandish story of being jumped but Tiffany knew this was the potion working. She did wonder if he’d ever tell her the truth and what actually happened to that mistress Chloe.

[gremlingottoosilly]

I'm not sure if my ask has been sent since I had shitty internet; Anyways.. Your Eldritch!Konig and witch!reader has been stuck ohmy head like a loop, UGH their dynamic is literally Dog x Chewtoy <3333 What if witch!reader is ovuating and (Begrudgingly) asks for her big monster to absolutely rock her shit 🥺 ((On a fluffier note: technically as her familiar, would he ever protect her from her enemies//other monsters??))

Familiars are supposed to serve their masters - this is the first line in the magic handbook you read from. The book had nothing on what you can do in case your familiar is a millenia-old monster from the depths of the universe who is a hundred times stronger than any or any witch alive, but you still try to honor that familiar-mistress bond as hard as you can. Besides, Konig was so good lately - only ever fucking up your potions twice last week and only eating one poor suitor who came to buy some of the herbs - that you decided to throw him a bone. Or, well, a pussy. You knew it was way above his melting point already - eldritch beings aren't known for their patience, and you sure as hell that Konig wouldn't really care for your boundaries in case you tried to establish them. Still, it was somewhat good to know that he didn't try to breed you yet - as much as he would lick and suck on your tits or force his tongue inside of your pussy, he never once tried to actually fuck you, with either his cock - if he has one, you aren't entirely sure - or his tentacles. And it drives you crazy. The biological clock is ticking, and sometimes, when you spend the whole day in a murky basement trying to perfect the incantations on the artifact that would take weeks to complete, you just want someone to hold you. To hold you with their strong, muscular hands, claw at your underwear and plop your leaking hole on their monstrous cock, making you take it all until you feel it bruising your womb and filling your life with a new purpose...god, you're desperate. Desperate enough to call in for your familiar, to ask - demand - that he will take you right here, on the same bed that you usually not allow him to lay in. Konig is an eldritch monster, but he can fuck - he pushes his tentacles inside, finding your hole already slick from all of your useless masturbation attempts earlier. Konig is more than happy to fill you up, force you to carry his eggs inside until the remaining magic finally sips into your womb and somehow makes you this much stronger - god, he fucking adores you, silly little human, still thinking you can get powers outside of his reach. At least you're cute, unlike most humans. He can't wait to breed you for days after your ovulation is over - you did ask him to fill you up, didn't you?

[jayaury]

Proper disposal of alchemical potions is a must.

Because if you don't, they can mix in... interesting ways.

Like those Love Potions that expired.

And the Tonic of Mental Domination.

And the Liquor of Bimbo.

And the Mix of Mistress.

But not to worry. I'm sure that slime girl doesn't have all the powers of those potions.

She certainly won't hypnotize you into kissing her soft, bouncy, jiggly breasts.

And you surely won't be drugged into adoring her like a good, brainless bimbo plaything.

She's totally safe.

So why not take her home?

You can dispose of her later.

And in the meantime, you can lick her lovely body all over. Just to make sure she's absolutely safe and totally not addictive.

[pruneunfair]

The Remarried empress fandom is practically a cult.

If it isn't the very pro-monarchy storyline that gets me, its the fans and how they idolize its protagonist and everyone else who supports her, this normally wouldn't be an issue if it didn't reach the point of condoning literal slavery.

The way the fans of this comic act is straight up disturbing, part of me thinks remarried empress might even be propaganda to push imperialism and monarchies. The characters you're supposed to root for are all horrible people such as a slave owner who is regarded as a cute fangirl, the ML who is a king with an annoying uwu persona that also steals from mages and kills innocent people, a grand duke is so obsessed with Navier he becomes a creep who goes around passing date-rape love potions like candy, and a brother who violates another woman's autonomy by slipping her abortion drugs but they never face consequences and if they do, its portrayed as something unfair caused by the evil women who get in Navier's way.

speaking of which lets talk about how any other woman in this story who is powerful and above Navier in some way is immediately villainized. the mistress Rashta is a former slave who was sold by her father, abused by her masters, one of them sexually assaults her as well (the narrative tries to say Rashta consented even though a slave can't say no to someone who owns them) and ends up severely traumatized after her baby is taken away and replaced with a dead one. Already off to a rough start for someone we are supposed to see as a one dimensional villain.

in the beginning chapters, Navier's ladies in waiting are already ridiculing Rashta before she even did anything all for being a slave who dared to become the Emperors mistress and hurt the feelings of their perfect empress, how could that slave not worship our empress!? What a wench!. later the narrative justifies making a slave the ultimate evil by making her into someone who "seduced" the Emperor and is ultimately written as a evil moron who is the true villain using her body to charm the poor little noblemen. (Ugh..) In the end her character is basically to be a punching bag for Navier to girl boss back into place and she dies alone in a prison cell as the most evil empress in history.

Then there's Krista, a queen dowager who didn't really like Navier but never went as far beyond snubbing her and letting rumors spread, bad but nothing too horrible, and when she sends a gift one of Navier's ladies in waiting gets all upset and asks if she can toss the gift out, its played off as a joke but it becomes clear it's supposed to tell readers that Krista is a mean mean woman for not adoring the MC.

Then when Krista is becoming too independent for the authors liking they begin to ruin her character by having pine after Heinrey, weird as hell but it could've worked if she was actually utilized as a villain and not a bug that needs to be squashed, she then gets blamed for letting Heinrey rest on her lap even though Kaufman was the one who drugged Heinrey while Krista didn't know, she's disgraced and later killed off while Heinrey proceeds to make the rest of her family suffer in the long run as well. And yet fans practically celebrated her death.

The comments are honestly the worst part, nothing but "Trashta has nothing on our queen! 😍" and "Navier is such a true girlboss! go away Trashta! 🤢" there are chapters where characters like Heinrey literally say that he'll torture people who don't like Navier and the comments are all just "Awww he's such an upgrade from Sovieshit, what a soft boy he is!" ffs it honestly feels like a cult where Navier is the god and all her supporters are her apostles.

The message is clear: you MUST like Navier! If you don't then it makes you a bad guy worthy of death row, and it doesn't take much either, all you need to do if talk a little shit about Navier and boom, her hubby has your mouth with rocks and sewn shut (yes this actually happened and it's never talked about again) if Rashta did something like that she'd be getting flamed, I'm even willing to bet if it was Heinrey who mutilated Delice the comments would either be full of cheap excuses for him or they just would give him a slap on the wrist.

I really wanted to like Remarried empress but I honestly can't anymore with the hypocrisy. Navier isn't even very likeable anymore since all she does now is react to everything and either condone what people do in her name or just not caring, so much for an empress who loves her subjects.

[kquil]

hi hope ure okay 🤗 will u be posting a chapter 7 preview?

i'm doing great, thank you (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ i've been getting pretty busy lately and have just gotten over my monthly visit with mother nature (ಥ‿ಥ) so i'm sorry for being late with my preview. here it is for you!

DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER 7 (PREVIEW)

Screams rang out through the night, horrific and painful, that was what had woken Sirius up. Shaken by the disturbing sound, Sirius clambers out of bed to look out of the dorm room window. Like some sort of haunted picture, the full moon hangs suspended in the night sky, laying claim to its dominance over the vast expanse of space, outshining the stars and ousting all clouds that still linger. It glowed like the many poltergeists that roam Hogwarts’ halls but the moon’s presence was incomparably menacing. 

“What is that screaming?” Sirius utters, his grey eyes searching the landscape through his window for some form of explanation. 

“I don’t know but Remus still hasn’t returned,” James speaks up from the shadows, nearly making Sirius jump out of his skin. 

“W-wait, Remus isn’t back yet?” Peter asks, also slipping out of bed and the three make their way over to their friend’s absent bunk. “Where could he be?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out,” James grins and holds up a cloak. 

“How is that gonna help us find out where Rem—” Sirius begins, rubbing his eyes from sleep but stutters to a stop when James’ figure disappears beneath the fabric. The eldest Black brother shares a look of surprise with Peter before turning a grin back to James who was now a floating head. 

“I like your thinking, James old chap!” Sirius jests and slips beneath the invisibility cloak with him. 

“Will we all be able to fit inside?” Peter’s eyes swim with a healthy level of uncertainty, only to be pulled under the cloak despite his protests. 

“We’ll fit, just keep in time with my pace and be very very quiet,”James warns and the two nod affirmatively, Sirius being much more enthusiastic compared to Peter’s hesitance. 

“I hope we find, Remus soon,” Sirius comments under his breath, pressed against James’ right as Peter staggers along at James’ left. 

“I know… with all that screaming outside, I hope he isn’t in any trouble.” The three make their way to the hospital wing but falter at a hallway junction. Which way was the hospital wing again? 

“I-I think we should go right,” Peter helpfully stutters after some thought. 

“I thought it was left?” Sirius scratches at his head as James gnaws on his inner cheek. The three collectively decide to go right for the time being and if it was wrong, they simply turn back and go the other way. 

Later that night, you ask Kreacher for more information. The topic clearly made Regulus uncomfortable and you didn’t want him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, which is why you didn’t ask any further questions, especially at the dinner table where the atmosphere should be lighter. Hopefully, you can fully dismiss all tensions from dinner when you tuck him into bed later on. 

Seated at your desk, you suppress the groans of discomfort that were being conducted through the walls from Orion’s private office — you can’t believe he’s still hasn’t asked Kreacher for a healing potion. But you suppose it’s fitting that his ego is making him suffer more at this point. You savour the sounds of his pain for only a few moments more before calling for Kreacher yourself. 

“Mistress has called for Kreacher?” the hunched house elf immediately asks after appearing before you with a pop. He remains ever aged and wrinkled but his unruffled demeanour and, somewhat, contented expression certainly makes him appear brighter. 

“Yes, I was wondering if the house had any secret rooms, perhaps down the hall from the library,” Kreacher gives you a skeptical look, one that was doused with suspicions you immediately set about diffusing, “it seems my fainting spells are getting to me and tampering with my memories,” At this, Kreacher’s expression morphs into worry and he begins to clutch tightly at his ragged clothes while falling into rambles upon rambles of heightening anxiety for your health. It was a rather endearing sight, knowing someone cares so deeply for your well-being, but you think the poor elf might just self-induce a heart attack if you let him continue like this, “it’s okay though Kreacher, I’m okay. Please just tell me about that secret room?”

Kreacher takes a moment to catch his breath and flush away his anxiety before answering, “Ladies of the noble and most ancient house of Black were the only ones, Mistress, they be the only ones allowed into the parlour,”

“Parlour?”

“The private parlour, Mistress, yes,” Kreacher nods, subconsciously flattening the wrinkles of his clothes with his hands, standing a little straighter and subtly puffing out his chest, “the powerful, esteemed ladies like to talk in priiiivateeee,” he drags out the word in a low tone, which spikes your interest and reaffirms your speculation on the room being used for dark purposes. 

˖  ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔݁ ˖

Regulus reads his letter again and nods in satisfaction. This was his third draft of it but he felt his efforts to be worthwhile. Letters were a special occasion and something that made a person feel immediately special when they read a letter that’s addressed specifically to them so he wanted to put in a good effort for Sirius. He just hopes it reaches him in good time. 

“Mother,” Regulus stands with his letter in hand, ready for postage, “my letter is finished, may I deliver it Sirius now, please?”

You smile warmly and nod, slipping Alphard’s letter into the main drawer of your desk. With a small wave of your hand, you gesture him over to you, “would you like to give it a wax seal?”

Regulus’ eyes sparkled with excitement, “I’m allowed?”

“Of course, little love, come here,” you pull him into your lap and gesture to the apparatus around you to create a wax seal.

“First, pick out the coloured wax you want for your seal,” Regulus picks metallic silver wax, a perfect choice for the black envelope he was sending it in, a signature of the Black Family. “Now you put it in this little spoon and melt it over the candle,” with an eager nod, Regulus holds the spoon over the candlelight and the two of you wait for it to melt together. 

“I think it’s melted now mother,” 

“Let me see…” he shows you, swirling around the liquid wax to demonstrate it’s fluidity and grins at your approving nod, “good good. Get the seal ready,” he diligently takes the Black Family seal in his other hand, “now, when you stamp the wax, don’t wiggle it around or else the design will get muddled,” Regulus gives an affirming nod and waits for your instruction to pour the wax before stamping it. He doesn’t wiggle it as you’ve advised. After a few moments, you whisper that it was finally okay for him to take away the stamp and he gasps in delight at the beautiful seal that was left behind. 

“Thank you, Mother!”

“Would you like to post it or ask Kreacher to post it for you?” 

“I’d like to post it please,” his request pulls you away from your desk, just in time as it was nearing 5pm already. You patiently lead him to the family owl and watch with a smile as he hands over his letter and waves off the owl with a cheer. “Sirius is going to love the letter, darling,”

“I hope he sends one back soon!”

“I don’t doubt that he will,”

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i hope you darlings enjoyed the preview and are looking forward to the full chapter on 1st December!ヾ(。✪ω✪。)ｼ

[ghost-1-y]

Aphrodisiac

Witch!Shinobu x AFAB!Reader

Content Warnings: MDNI, sexual content, unprotected sex, mistress/slut dynamic, dom!Shinobu, sub!reader, cunnilingus (Shinobu receiving), scissoring, squirting, cum-eating(?), spanking as punishment, aphrodisiac, thigh riding, hair pulling, degradation (reader-receiving), lighthearted Sanemi slander, lmk if I missed anything!!

Summary: Your girlfriend usually spends all day cooped up in your shared cabin brewing potions and studying spells, and, of course, placing the occasional hex on someone she doesn’t particularly like. One day, when you return to your home deep in the woods, you find that she has come up with a rather…interesting potion recipe, and wishes for both of you to try it out together.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Divider Credit: @/benkeibear

The woven basket you carried was slowly getting heavier as you trudged along the hidden trail that led you deeper into the woods, the soft crunch of the leaves a delightful sound which rang again and again with each step you took. Above, there was the loud staccato of a woodpecker looking for its next meal, and ravens soared overhead as they returned to their nest before sundown.

The red and orange foliage was mesmerizing, something you always looked forward to in the autumnal months of the year. It also signaled the beginnings of cooler weather, after the dreadful heat that summer brought upon the land. You hummed to yourself, singing melodic tunes that you’d heard since you were young – lullabies which would silence the cries of any newborn child. 

As you continued your way into the forest, you stopped to collect herbs and vegetation you found on the trail – finding mushrooms and gourds growing wild near trees, as well as the occasional set of animal bones left behind by some predator. It may have weighed down your basket even more, but the look on your girlfriend’s face would be worth it after a day away from the cabin you two lived in together.

Your eyes eventually caught a plume of smoke rising above the trees, as a small oak wood cabin appeared within the forest, surrounded by shrubs and flowers. You walked up the mossy stone pathway that led to the entrance, the door opening for you without having to knock, sensing your familiar energy as you walked closer.

The soft crackling of the fireplace was soothing as you walked inside and placed your basket on the wooden table – organizing the items you’d picked up both from the forest floor as well as the farmer’s market in the nearby village – where you’d purchased foods for the upcoming week. You brought the foodstuffs into your shared kitchen, putting them away into their proper places before gathering the remaining items and carrying them upstairs, the soft creak of each step you took giving away the age in which the cabin was built.

You knocked on the door that led to your girlfriend’s bedroom, hearing a soft “come in” before entering. She was, as usual, at her desk – looking through what seemed to be a spell book with unbroken focus.

Her room was enchanting, her shelves lined with books about herbology and magick, as well as jars filled with various ingredients that she’d use for potion making. Her black cat was sitting on the comforter of her bed, eyes watching you as you walked over to her desk.

“I’m back, ‘Nobu,” you gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before placing your basket on her desk, “I brought you some ingredients, I hope they’ll be of some use to you!”

She turned to you, a faint smile on her lips as she peered through what the basket contained, taking out various herbs and anything else you gathered for her on your walk home.

“Thank you, love, I appreciate this,” she spoke softly, “I’m sure I’ll find good use for them.”

You grinned and sat down on her bed, her cat walking over to you before sitting in your lap, allowing you to pet it. A comfortable silence ensued, you watching her study whatever spell she was working on, with nothing but the faint sounds of the fireplace from the living room and the soft purrs from the cat in your lap filling the air.

“I saw Sanemi flirting with your sister the other day,” you mused, watching the way her shoulders tensed, “he was so awkward with the whole thing, it was hilarious to watch honestly.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to hex him so he won’t be able to shit for the next week,” she responded, and you giggled. Shinobu was always protective of her older sister, which you admired, but you found it slightly amusing what lengths she’d sometimes go to display such protection.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate you for that, ‘Nobu,” you smiled, and she continued her reading.

“I wanted to ask you about something, love,” she paused, “unrelated to Shinazugawa’s poor flirting skills.”

You laughed, “I’m listening.”

“However, I’d like for you to tell me if you trust me first,” she said.

You looked at her, briefly stopping the soft pets you were giving her cat, “of course I trust you, Shinobu,” you said seriously, “you’ve never given me a reason not to. I trust you fully.”

You could see some of the tension melt from her shoulders, relief seemingly filling her veins as she turned to you, her violet eyes searching yours.

“I’ve come up with a new potion,” she started.

“Really? What properties does it have?” you asked, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I incorporated ingredients that are initially used for love potions, such as rosewater, rose petals, and cinnamon, however, I got curious and added some other ingredients to it as well.”

“Like what?” you asked curiously.

“Shatavari, maca root – both of which I ground into a powder, as well as damiana…which, if you’ve listened to my ramblings or have gone through my herbology books, you’d know that these are–”

“Aphrodisiacs,” you finished for her, your interest peaked, “and you created a potion out of these ingredients?”

“Yes,” Shinobu answered, “from what I could tell given the results of it, it’s a very potent lust potion, and I was wondering–”

“Do you want to drink it together?” you blurted out, slightly flushed from both the idea as well as the obvious eagerness in your tone.

She hesitated, “only if you’re completely fine with it, I know this is something new for both of us, so I just wanted to make sure–”

“Yes, when can we start?”

A slight smirk appeared on her face, before getting up from her desk and walking towards one of her shelves and pulling out two jars with a pink-tinted liquid inside them. She handed one of them to you, and turned her back for just a second to sit down on her bed.

“Honestly, one sip should be enough to cause the desired effects, so just–” she paused, eyes widening and mouth agape as she realized you’d already downed half of the entire jar.

You looked at her, fear in your eyes, “um…it’s not gonna kill me, right?” 

She shook her head, “no, but…oh fuck it,” she exclaimed, before downing nearly half of it herself. 

An awkward silence ensued, both of you waiting for the other to start exhibiting symptoms.

“Uh…’Nobu, I love you, but…are you sure this is gonna work?” you asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I’m certain it should work. I highly doubt that any of the ingredients would cancel each other out.”

“Okay, well…I hope I didn’t just drink that gross liquid for nothin—oh fuck–!” you jolted, careening over as you went to hug yourself, a searing hot sensation bubbled deep within your gut. Startled by your sudden movement, Shinobu’s cat crawled out of your grasp and left the room. You looked over at Shinobu with widened eyes, nervous considering how strong the reaction was, and she looked slightly concerned before going into a fetal-like position herself, seemingly dealing with a similar situation as you were.

The feeling of heat in the lower part of your abdomen began to radiate, spreading to other parts of your body. You shuddered, starting to become irritated by the clothes you were wearing – your skin just felt so sensitive. Without hesitating, you removed your outer layers, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. Shinobu eyed you hungrily from her position on the bed, seemingly liking the idea of removing her own clothes as well – taking off the butterfly-patterned cardigan that was a gift from her sister, as well as the rest of her outfit. A blush spread across her cheeks, panting from her increased heart rate as well as the heat that seemed to fill each and every crevice of the room.

“Well, I knew the effects would be strong, but–” Shinobu gasped, “this is more than what I originally anticipated.”

“Kiss me, ‘Nobu, please.”

She didn’t waste any time, her hand going behind your neck and pulling you into her, kissing you fervently. She forced her tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan as she used it to massage and caress your tongue. She brought her hands to your breasts, roughly tweaking at your nipples and pinching them, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sensitivity of each touch she gave you.

Your moans were wanton as she fondled your breasts, grinding against her thigh as your panties grew wetter – barely even able to taste the friction due to how slick it was between your thighs. She slapped one of your tits, before taking her bra off and pulling you down by your hair so you could suck on hers while she continued to grope your own. You took one of her tits in your mouth, moaning at how soft and supple her skin was before sucking at it, earning a moan from her as she grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Such a good slut for your mistress, aren’t you?” she cooed, and you whined around her nipple, licking and softly biting at it just as she liked. Her head tilted back, as she took her free hand and placed it between her legs, rubbing at her own clit to get herself off as you moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention that you gave the first before reaching up to kiss her once more.

Your hips continued to grind down on Shinobu’s thigh, your movements getting faster as you listened to her moans. Suddenly, without warning, you were cumming – nearly choking on your own saliva from how unexpected it was. You got lost in your own pleasure, fucking yourself on her smooth skin, moaning deeply into Shinobu’s mouth. Once you came down from your high, you noticed that Shinobu was eerily quiet. You opened your eyes, swallowing thickly at the disapproving look she gave you.

“Did I give you permission to cum, slut?” she asked, demanding that you answer.

“No–” you breathed shakily, “no, mistress.”

If Shinobu was feeling the same effects of the potion as you were, she was damn good at hiding it, because she readjusted her position and patted her lap, beckoning you to crawl over it.

“Do you know what happens to sluts who don’t obey?” she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet given the foul words that were coming out of her mouth.

“They– they get punished,” you stuttered, and she nodded.

“That’s right, bad sluts get punished. I want you on all fours and crawled over my lap, do you understand?”

You nodded meekly and obeyed her command, arching your back as she traced her hand down your body, eventually reaching the fullness of your ass. She grabbed a handful of your flesh before pulling her hand back and landing a slap on your ass, earning a small yelp from you. The smacks continued, as she alternated between your ass cheeks with each slap, both proudly displaying a blooming redness as she punished you.

“Ah– ‘Nobu please…’t hurts,” you whined, despite obviously arching your back even more so she could continue. 

“Oh, I know, baby, but you have to understand that good sluts are ones who don’t cum without permission. Does your dumb little brain know that yet? Or are you just a mindless cum whore who needs to be fucked?”

“Mmmh— need you, ‘Nobu.”

Shinobu sighed, “obviously you’re too fucked out to comprehend anything I’m saying. But, you’re lucky, ‘cause I– I need to cum just as much as you do,” she started to pant, the effects of the potion slowly addling her brain as well. “Get off my lap, I’m gonna fuck you now ‘mkay?” 

You crawled off of her and laid on your back, legs spread as she moved herself between them, holding one of your legs as her pussy pressed against yours – both of you gasping at the feeling of copious amounts of slick leaking out of each of your cunts. Shinobu started to grind down onto you, gasping and moaning with each brush her clit made against your pussy. You whined, starting to buck your own hips to increase the friction she was creating.

It wasn’t enough.

Shinobu’s movements quickened, wanting, needing more – more friction, more pleasure, more you.

Her head fell back, her gasps and moans dripping from her mouth as her grinding became second nature, unable to stop or slow down even if she wanted to. The mattress creaked with each thrust, knocking the headboard against the wall with each buck of her hips against your sweet cunt. 

Your legs were shaking, one of them only being held up due to Shinobu’s grip on it – an attempt at stabilizing herself. Each brush of her cunt against your clit caused fresh tears to fall down your cheeks, your mouth permanently agape and emitting the smallest moans as you lost control over your voice. 

Eventually, Shinobu wasn’t able to hold herself up anymore, collapsing on top of you as she ground into your pussy, seeking your lips with hers as wanton moans escaped both of your lips.

“Fu– Fuck, baby I– shit,” she moaned, kissing you sloppily, the warmth in her gut unrelenting as she fucked you. 

You whined in response, babbling being the most you could do from how drunk you were from her pussy. Your abdomen tensed, feeling the familiar buildup inside of your stomach. 

“Nngh– ‘Nobu, I– I’m gonna–!” you whined. 

Her breath was hot against your ear as she panted. “Cum for me, slut.”

It was too much – by the time she brushed up against your clit once more, you felt a sudden rush of fluid gushing out of your cunt, causing a spike of pleasure unparalleled to anything you’ve felt before. You let out a high pitched whine as it sprayed all over Shinobu’s pussy, gasping for air as it messily dripped down both of your thighs. 

“Oh my– you’re such a filthy slut aren’t you?” she smirked, and you flushed red with embarrassment, “come clean up your mess, pet– I won’t let you go until you do.” 

Whimpering, you crawled out from under her and placed your head in between her thighs, sloppily licking up the mess you made on her pussy, swallowing everything you lapped up. Her soft moans encouraged you, moving up to suck on her clit before licking your tongue in circles around it. Her legs trembled on either side of you as you greedily swallowed all of the juices that leaked out of her, inserting two fingers inside of her cunt just to collect more of her sweetness on your tongue. You felt her tense above you, and a moan escaped her throat as she gushed all over your mouth, soft whines filling the air as you lapped up all that she gave you.

“Such a good slut f’ me…” she breathed, and you smiled as you licked the last of her up, earning a few more whines from the overstimulation you were causing her. You kissed her thigh before resting your head on her stomach, her fingers slowly brushing through your hair as she laid back on her bed, a sense of calmness filling the room as the burning effects of the potion slowly wore off.

“Mmh…love you ‘Nobu,” you mumbled, eyes closing due to how fatigued you were. She sighed, her own exhaustion becoming apparent as you relaxed against her.

“Love you more, my dear, always will,” she said softly, eyes slowly drifting shut as you both peacefully fell asleep in each others’ embrace.

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[libby-for-life]

Alright, so I just set up an ask box. You are more than welcome to ask questions about my book, Adam Dies, or even One-Shot suggestions for my new and very obsessed ship Adamsapple. I will try my best to answer all questions, even if it's something I wouldn't normally answer. If I like the One-Shot suggestion, I will write it and post it!

This is definitely 18+!!!

While I don't condone anyone super young reading my content, I also have no control over what they read. I'm not their mother. The most I can do is put a warning.

Anyway, have fun reading my book! Love you guys!

Here is a MasterList of all my original one-shots

Adam is sick part 1

Adam is sick part 2

Lilith hurts Adam

Adamsapple (rough sex/master pet)

Adamsapple (Lilith returns part 1)

Adamsapple (Lilith returns part 2)

Adamsapple (fluffy)

AngelicRadio (part 1)

AngelicRadio ( part 2)

StaticRadio ( a gift)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer)

Adamsapple (Date Night)

Adamsapple ( clubbing)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 2)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 3)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 4)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 5)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 6)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 7)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 8)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au part 2)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au part 3)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 9)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 10)

Adamsapple (yandere Adamsapple)

Adamsapple (Nesting Little Bird)

Adamsapple (Nesting Little Bird Part 2)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 11)

AngelicRadio (What You Could Have Had)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 12)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 13

Adamsapple (Alpha Lucifer and Omega Adam)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 14)

Their Little Lamb (Yandere Hazbin Hotel)

Just A Peak (Adamsapple)

Adam Dies (yandere au)

Theirs (Yandere! Lucifer/Adam/Yandere! Lilith)

Theirs part 2 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 3 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 4 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 5 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 6 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

How Dare He? (Jealous Lucifer/Adam/Michael)

Reincarnation au

Reincarnation au part 2

Reincarnation au part 3

A Deal (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Deal part 2 (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Deal part 3( Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

The Angel of Death (Azreal/Adam)

The Lust Potion/200 sub special! (Adamsapple)

Shrunk Down (Adamsapple)

Just Desserts au

Just Desserts au part 2

Just Desserts au part 3

Ticklish Kissing (Adamsapple)

An Experiment (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

An Experiment part 2 (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

Clone Fucking (Lucifer Clones/Adam)

Milking (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Little Too Late (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 2 (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 3 (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 4 (Michael/Adam)

Sharing is Caring (Lucifer/Adam/Pilot!Luci)

Birds of a Feather (Angel!Lucifer/Adam)

Stuck in a Wall (Adamsapple)

Through Sickness and Health (Adamsapple)

Through Sickness and Health part 2 (Adamsapple)

The Waiting Game au (not my au, unrequited Adamsapple)

Does Size Make A Difference? (Adamsapple)

Does Size Make A Difference? Part 2

Adam and Steve

Adamsapple (Yandere Adam)

A Dragon's Tale (Adamsapple)

A Dragon's Tale part 2 (Adamsapple)

A Dragon's Tale part 3 (Adamsapple)

Swap au (Adamsapple)

Swap au part 2 (Adamsapple)

Pumpkins: Day 2 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Coffee Date: Day 3 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Sweaters: Day 4 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Fallen Leaves: Day 5 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Bonfire: Day 6 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Candy: Day 7 (Adam and Emily fluff)

Bondage: Day 8 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Spanking: Day 9 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Tentacles: Day 10 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Feeding Kink: Day 11 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Biting, Thigh Fucking, and Temperature Play: Days 12, 13, and 14 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Yes, Captain (Guitarhero)

Lucifer's Mistress (Adamsapple)

The Sacrifice (Lucifer x Lilith x Adam)

The Sacrifice Part 2 (Lucifer x Lilith x Adam)

The Rabbit and the Wolf (Adamsapple)

A Serpent's Mate (Omega! Lucifer x Beta! Adam)

A Sperants Mate Part 2

Only Mine (Yandere Lucifer x Adam)

XXX

Writing Commissions:

Part Two of my Master List:

[dramioneasks]

The Olive Branch Apothecary by PixieCat95 - M, 53 chapters, Words: 178,814 - Hermione Granger has finally decided to pursue a blossoming dream after working far too long in a desk position at the Ministry. After picking up potions as a hobby on the advice of her therapist, the response to her domestic brews had been so overwhelming it almost didn’t make sense for her not to open the shop. The Olive Branch Apothecary was born out of a hope for the future and the encouragement of her client base, and although it’s been going quite well, everything gets thrown for a loop when her storefront / apartment is sold out from underneath her by her retiring landlord. When the dust settles, Hermione finds herself relying on an unexpected client. The world begins to spin around them both as old and new friends alike have to join forces to stop a dark bio-terrorist who’s trying to instill fear in a wizarding world that’s just started to hope again.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Potions 'n Passions: Spooky Season Special

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL ONESHOT (Ellie Williams x witch Fem! reader)

BEFORE YOU READ: I want to do more Halloween/spooky type writing before October is over so if you have any ideas pls request!

Content: Oral sex(R! receiving), Jackson Ellie, witch reader, Dina doesn't really exist in this so the events of the game are tweaked to fit the story, violence, scary themes, gore(descriptions of bodies and witchy symbols engraved into skin) Smut with plot, this is more of a blair witch project type of witch than a cutesy romantic situation

Word Count: 3k

Summary: After Joel's death, a revenge thirsty Ellie would do anything to avenge the man who was practically a father to her. She had heard of countless urban legends of a frightening witch who hides away deep in the forests outside of Jackson. They say she can provide spells and potion, but everything has a cost. More dark stories say she's a vexing woman who has a few tricks up her sleeve. Determined to avenge Joel, Ellie leaves Jackson in pursuit of finding out if the legends of some wicked witch are true. If this witch could help her make those responsible for Joel’s death pay, Ellie would pay her a visit with no hesitation. However, what she finds is far from what she expected.

Ellie had been traveling outside of Jackson for a day and a half, and each step felt like she was barreling towards what could be a reckless mistake. A fatal mistake and in ways Ellie didn't even know existed. She knew what she was attempting was not conventional in any sense, however, what was the definition of conventional in a post apocalyptical world in which the person closest to you is brutally murdered? Ellie wasn't a dumbass; she knew going on a literal witch-hunt was like a horror story waiting to happen. But she was so desperate for revenge, to get justice for Joel and all that jazz, that she must've left her senses at home. And now here she was, deep outside of Jackson's sanctuary, snow crunching under her boots as she carefully treaded deeper into the forest.

The moon was full, and the frosty white ground was hardly visible under Ellie's tacky flashlight. The scene was almost eerie enough to make her turn around, but she persisted. Moonlight couldn't seem to reach through the trees. Odd, Ellie thought. These trees were not much different from the ones near Jackson. She forced herself to brush the observation off as the tree types being different than the ones back at home. She tried to ignore the insistent feeling in her gut, the little voice in the back of her mind that begged her to turn around. However, the auburnette was far too determined for that.

Before Joel's death, Ellie had already heard the ridiculous tales of the 'witch of the woods'. She would scrunch her nose up in irritable disbelief, because how could anyone ever believe in something so stupid? Jackson's elders droned on and on, mouthing cautionary tales of some woman far, far away from Jackson who could grant wishes with spells and potions. At first, Ellie found the stories to be cute. What was a town without a little spook behind it? However, as these stories went from classic Halloween folklore and became "the witch uses magic to create ritualistic symbols”, and “those patrollers definitely went missing because of the witch of the woods!", Ellie found them to be a nuisance. They were starting to scare the kids! And for what, a little bit of entertainment? And who would ever be desperate enough for something in this fucked up world that they'd visit some witch to get what they wanted?

Well, that someone was now her. When Joel was killed, her first thought definitely was not, “oh, I should track down the ‘devil’s mistress’, as old man Eugene loved to refer to her as. However, nothing seemed to work in her favor in suit of her vengeance. She had no information on those responsible for what happened, and the other people in the settlement seemed to move on with their lives. It took Ellie a total of two weeks after his death to even consider what she was about to do. However, the thought of that witch really existing, and sending some horrific curse on those who took Joel away was too satisfying of a thought, it couldn’t help but fester in her brain. Plus, she was out of options.

Ellie expected to feel spooked as she walked through the forest, that much was expected. However, she couldn’t continue to brush off the abnormal observations that couldn’t be explained by science. They started with footprints in the snow. And no, not just shoe prints. Ellie crouched down carefully and she didn’t know what she was looking at. ‘Why the hell would someone be barefoot in the middle of a forest, deep in snow?’ If only this was closer to Jackson, then she could theorize that some dumbass on patrol had a case of paradoxical undressing due to the frigid temperatures. If only she could say it was an infected footprint. Part of her knew it couldn’t be, though. However, the next sight was even more odd.

There was what seemed to be a stick figure crafted of sticks, tied together by thin, brown rope. Now, this was inexplicable. This felt so familiar to her. And then, it hit her. Those old stories that circulated in Jackson, those silly legends had to be true, because while she hadn’t paid much attention to the absurd details, she remembered Eugene’s explanation of some ‘clearly satanic conception.’ Did Ellie turn back when she saw a straight line of these figures leading down a steep hill? No, no she did not. She took it as a desperate but hazy sign to keep going.

The steep, snowy hill was not expecting any visitors, and Ellie's footing was lodged into an root, sending her tumbling down at full speed.

Ellie's eyes flickered opened before shutting again, fluttering multiple times before they finally opened to look up at the pitch dark sky. She felt a burning sensation all over, and that's how she knew she had been out for a while. Her skin was freezing cold and frost bite would soon threaten to make its appearance if it hadn't already. However, that wasn't the only pain present. The once purely white flakes that indulged the ground were now littered by crimson droplets. Blood. The adrenaline from the fall began to falter, and Ellie struggled to sit up, her gaze flickering down to the matching red hue coloring her shirt. With shaky hands, she carefully lifted her shirt to find an engraving in her abdomen. It was horrific to look at, and was seemingly randomly placed. A little star symbol. Now, Ellie was full-fledge panicking. Shallow breaths, racing thoughts of her already fading life, and most significantly, an utter sense of bewilderment.

It felt as if hours had gone by since Ellie had accepted her own death. She went out looking for some magical witch who could save her some her grief, give her some justice. Now, she was starting to see the darkest parts of reality in an already tainted world. Ellie wanted to think of more questions to increase her confusion, like why no infected had found her, or why the stick figures that once lined a path for her were suddenly gone without a trace. But all minor wonders seemed to have left her. It was a split second blink, and then there was a building in the far distance.

Moss plastered the humble wood, and there was a faint glow visible from the windows, a faint pulse of electricity. There couldn’t have been any generators around. Ellis knew she was close to something ultimately wicked and sinful, yet she couldn’t stop herself from limping forward towards the home with numb digits and a bloodied abdomen. She felt life slip faster and faster out of her grasp, and determination failed her as she hit the ground once more.

Ellie groaned as she came back to her senses. Her vision was a blurry haze, and her mind was reeling from a weird sense of doom. It was as if her whole body was telling her to run, to evacuate whatever place she was currently in, but the unfortunately reasonable part of her brain told her it was too late for that. She could feel a presence. Ellie remembered some of the old folks in town talking about danger, about how certain aspects of it left you sensing it before you even saw it. But what could she do now? She heard it first.

“Tell me your name..I cannot read you.” It was a voice..it was almost alluring to the auburn girl, which she found strange. The last few hours, she had been introduced to countless ugly horrors. Now, a beautiful feminine voice was ringing into her ears, poisoning her mind. Finally, her eyes reacher clarity and she opened them to see the scene before her.

The room was dark with only candlelight guiding her vision. There were vials of liquids on the dusty shelves that she couldn’t identify. The windows were boarded up with wooden planks from the outside, making the building look as if it were abandoned. However, the sight in front of her was one she couldn’t have predicted from a witches’ lair.

You were beautiful. Beautiful didn’t even put it into words. You had silky, ravenous curls that reached your waist. Your face was utter perfection, as if some Greek philosopher had taken years to debate such a beauty, and some renaissance painter had layered millions of years worth of sublimity onto you. As if some sculptor had carved the very meaning of life into your mold. You could’ve been blinding and Ellie still wouldn’t have been able to look away. She’d seen countless girls in her life, yet none were as alluring as the witch before her. However, she still couldn’t shake the sense of terrible danger that resonated into her soul at the sight. No mortal or even right immortal could be so beautiful and still so good.

“Name. Tell me your name, please.” There it was again, that harmonic call of yours. Ellie tried to find her words, clearing her throat.

“Ellie,” she managed to croak, her voice dry from disuse. It was immature, but she felt self-conscious at the sight of such a beautiful creature.

Your hands held the back of Ellie’s head, and the contact was electric. You were exactly what she needed, an installation of warmth set deep into her body, filling her up like a hearty soup. If only you were that harmless. If only you were actually good for her. Bless that poor lesbian’s heart.. It was harder and harder to remember what she was even doing in this situation, but somehow you already knew.

“I know what you’re here for, Ellie. Revenge..” God, the way your voice indulged into her name like it was made for your lips. However, she had to stay focused. Her brain registered that this event could’ve been a major trap, and your words reminded her to stay somewhat aware. The girl simply nodded, and you leaned forward. Ellie was now aware that she was laid out on a tattered bed, you towering over her body. She suddenly remembered something vivid, the very reason she sought out the building, and her fingertips traveled to feel her abdomen. No branding, no mark on her. However, any concerns or protests she had died down. It was as if she was numbed down, mind clear and yet so hazy. A trance.

You leaned forward and your soft lips tugged upward. The strange feeling in her gut telling her that you were dangerous, a force of nature not to be messed with ceased to get through to her body as she leaned in as well. Your breath fanned over her face, and your scent enveloped Ellie’s nostrils until she finally succumbed to it, her lips chasing after yours.

Ellie told herself that it wasn't her that made the first move. You were mystical; you tempted her, lured her body in ways she couldn't control. You were tempting in ways no mortal could control. Part of her knew that this could end horribly, that she was indulging in her mere lust, but all she could feel was the way your strangely warm lips caressed hers like an embrace of mouths her body craved. She didn't know if witches even had souls or not, but she found a certain type of comfort in the way you provided her with everything she needed. She wasn't thinking about her battle with loss, or Abby and her friends. She was in need of a respite you neutrally gave out.

Each moment felt enhanced, time moving slow as your lips continued to connect and tease each other. You were sitting back and allowing her to lavish attention to your boundless body. You could do anything you wanted to her and you knew that. Hell, Ellie did too. But she just couldn't find it in her to pull away. The outside world was distant, cold, and marked with bodies she used to love. You could give her everything.

Ellie's fingers desperately grasped your face, pulling you closer, her touch uncontrolled and needy. She was worshipping you as if you were some deity. Your lips were so soft, so rosy and perfect against hers while she was stuck in her mortal body, her form chapped and worn but eager nonetheless. Tongues met, yours still somehow so warm and slick against hers, and Ellie let out a soft whine. Usually, she'd never be this impatient. She wouldn't be this needy or this forward, but something deep inside her pussy was telling her she needed to take this moment for granted. Afterall, not everyday can you spend making out with a witch.

Ellie's hands wandered from her hold on your face to your shoulders, taking in your feminine form so perfect she could worship it for hours. She would be, in fact. And the best part was that you just let her. Somehow, you were telling her that this was how it was meant to be. Her palms moved to caress your breasts, how they fit so perfectly in her hands, she needed to visualize soon or she'd die.

And you only confirmed your awareness when you slipped off the clothes that were mended to your body, giving Ellie what she so desperately craved. Ellie noticed the way natural science of light opposed to your body, the way shadows avoided your frame. Your body was a work of art, a natural horror show if she ever knew one, and the branding on your hip was the same as hers yet the fading gut feeling telling her this was wrong disappeared as her fingertips brushed upon the indent the symbol made. However, Ellie's mouth had different wishes, instead latching onto one of your breasts, suckling at your nipple and almost fainting at the taste. Your skin was like a berry bush she wanted to eat away at for the rest of her life span, only so short but fulfilling.

Her lips trailed lower, tongue leaving a wet trail down your stomach and lapped at your hip, observing the way your face tilted back in what could only be identified as pleasure. So you weren't so mysterious after all. Ellie's mouth had a mind of its own, slipping further below until she reached your vagina. She was practically drooling at your body, the way your eyes stared down at her as if you knew the hold you had over her while she was only here to please you. Then it hit her.

That was her purpose here, wasn't it? The request she had kept away in her mind when she embarked upon her journey to you was a large one. Ellie had requested a great harm upon people and had expected you to deliver her greatest justice without payment. This was her payment: your pleasure. This didn't seem to deter her, as she finally placed sweltering smooches to your clit before wrapping her swollen lips around it. You were not holding back your own reactions, eyes glazing over with an obscene amount of pleasure, your brows shifting slightly upwards. This wasn't just a physical situation, but a comfort to your own soul too. That was a vulnerability shared without words, causing Ellie to only double down on her actions, her desperation to please you causing her tongue to find its way into your aching hole, tongue-fucking you with efforts greater than expressed by words. Enough was said telepathically.

Ellie's humble nose bumped away at your clit, and she had enough of playing it safe. She needed you. Ellie pulled away for only a moment to slide two fingers into your slick hole, not thrusting or jamming but instead brushing against the most sensitive spots inside of you as if she was intending to love you. In that moment, Ellie could've. And maybe she did. It wasn't improbable to say Ellie was overcome by the situation at hand, overcome by her own adoration for such a perfect woman. You were the peak of love, the arc of nature. The flat of her tongue nudged at your clit while her fingers continued on with their pace. Nothing could ever satiate her like the nectar that oozed from your most intimate form as she adored it with greedy hands.

When she finally felt you twist and bend with your peak, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight, the sounds, the sensations of wetness on her calloused fingers and tongue. She tried to coax the pleasure further out of you like a sailor baiting at fish, but she could hardly focus. The sight above her, the expressions she received from you, the velvet-sounding moans so delightful to hear were messing with her head.

When Ellie awoke, her head throbbed painfully. However, the expectation she had to awake in your lair were far from granted, as she seemed to awake in Jackson's infirmary. Not much was discussed about her trip. If anyone asked if Ellie had truly discovered some urban legend witch, she'd appear offended, her voice trailing off into a quiet denial. However, some things couldn't be hidden, even if she tried to distance herself from her night spend with a witch.

Several bodies were found not far from Jackson, all stripped of clothing, cold in the snow with symbols tattered across almost every inch of their skin. Most were nearly identifiable by the brutal weather. However, chillingly, one observation made was a female with a blonde braid in her hair, her body fairly strong and healthy. Ellie was given what she wanted, of course. She soon seemed to realize the memories of Joel never ceased. The pain never lessened as your body promised her.

Ellie came to realize after all was said and done that you weren't the perfection she seemed to chase after relentlessly. She would never fully pay you off for you lurked in her dreams when she tossed and turned, haunted by visions of your silhouette, of screams deep in the forest, sometimes haunted by her journey more than Joel. It wasn't only just sex, though. Your voice and the few words you shared only made the connection tethered more closer. You uttered so little yet her feelings were anything but just a divine lust. You would follow her heart, tear at it until the day she died, buried next to Joel in a shallow grave. Ellie was starting to wonder if even death would cut away at the curse you placed upon the poor girl.