#red moissanite

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OC-Tober prompt 18 done

Fun fact, the background was actually originally a height scale to make sure all four of them were proportionally the same

[marathyst]

For the record i did name my new headphones too

Dont name your electronics if you dont to get more sad than you would when they inevitably break

[aestheticaltcow]

Wedding of the Year

Sierra and Carmy are getting married, and you and Richie play important roles in the ceremony. Of course, the two of you will find some time for some fun.

MDNI 18+

Previous Part

The Bear Masterlist

“It’s so pretty! He has surprisingly good taste,” you gushed as Sierra showed you the shiny platinum emerald-cut moissanite ring with small pearl details on both sides, creating a unique yet classic three-stone ring.

“I don’t think he picked it out himself, but I do love it- and him.” she smiled as she ran her thumb across the stones. “And now you have something to fidget with.” you cracked, elbowing her before you hopped down from the low brick wall the two of you had been sitting on during her lunch break from the hospital. Sierra rolled her eyes, “Downside, Dr. Dunlap is being a booty hole about me ‘being engaged to her ex’, like girl- he never even referred to you as his girlfriend. Pull the stick out of your butt, and let me be happy and in love.” 

You shrugged, “Well, I should probably get back to work. See you tomorrow night for dinner with your fiance.” you teased slightly. Sierra laughed and nodded, “Hey, Y/N, just to let you know… Richie is gonna be there. If we do a traditional wedding, Carmy wants him to be his best man… obviously you’re my maid of honor. It’s not gonna be like weird or anything, right?” 

You shook your head, “Sierra, I couldn’t care less about what that man thinks of me. He called me a whore like six months ago; it’s ancient fuckin’ history.”

Sierra shot you a concerned look. The shitty part about being twins was the fact she always knew when you were lying, even if you didn’t know it yourself. It had hurt when Richie called you out six months ago, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t something you’d thought about periodically here and there, but you’d do anything to make Sierra happy. She was your big sister- by 17 minutes- after all, and if that meant dealing with Richie for a few hours every so often, all be it.

~

Richie was frustrated about needing to go to your apartment that evening. Since he confronted you, he’s successfully avoided you like the plague, but when Carmy told him he proposed to Sierra, and she’d said ‘yes’, he knew he’d have to deal with you again at one point. “Let’s get this over with…” Richie mumbled to himself as he knocked on the door to your apartment. When you opened the door, you stood in awkward silence before moving to the side to allow Richie into your place. 

“Sorry about the mess.” you half-heartedly apologized as Richie removed his jacket and threw it on a small kitchen table separating the main room of your apartment and the open kitchen area. You crossed your arms over your chest as Richie looked around your apartment, “You have a Master’s degree?” he asked aloud as you moved toward your well-loved red couch. You nodded, “I’m working on my PhD in microbiology. I teach at The University of Chicago.” 

“That’s pretty badass… women in STEM and shit…” Richie awkwardly stammered as he noticed the pictures on the walls. He assumed some were science-related as they were rounded images of what he imagined were cells or something. He smiled when he noticed a picture of you and Sierra from what he presumed was high school or college graduation.

“Thanks. I’ve been told it’s impressive- but I’m also just a slut.” you rolled your eyes and moved to sit on the couch. You brought a box up from under the coffee table and waited for Richie to sit beside you.

“For what it counts- I’m sorry for calling you a slut. I have a daughter, and I-” You cut Richie off with a blunt scoff. “Fuck off with the pseudo feminism Richard. Let’s just go through these pictures and be pleasant for the sake of Sierra and Carmy.” 

Richie sighed, “Okay.”

Neither of you was sure how you’d gotten into this predicament. You’d gone from being at each other’s throats and looking through Sierra-provided/approved photos for some wedding slideshow to Richie being in your throat. Now you were laid back on the couch while Richie ran his tongue through your velvety folds. You pulled at the little hair he had as one of his slender fingers slipped inside of you, brushing places you could only dream of getting by yourself. You mewled at the sensation, bucking your hips against his mouth, desperate for more. Richie suckled at your clit, savoring the taste of your fluids. 

“F-fuck!” you exhaled as your legs shook as your orgasm had finally peaked. Richie hummed against your upper thigh before gently biting the sensitive skin just hard enough to leave a slight bruise. With that, Richie sat on your couch as you panted, attempting to catch your breath. He chuckled as he ran his hands over his mouth, wiping away the evidence of what he’d done. You moved to sit up and looked over at Richie, lustfully ready for round two, especially after noticing the lump in his boxer briefs. “Let’s go back to my room?” you whispered as you moved to rest your hand on his thigh.

Richie wanted to say ‘yes’, but when he looked at the clock, he remembered the babysitter was only booked until 10:30. He groaned and placed his hand over yours, “I want to, I really fuckin’ want to, but I gotta get home to my kid.” 

You frowned but nodded reluctantly, “It's okay.” 

~

Richie wanted you. He watched as you stood in a circle with some of the other bride’s maids; he breathed deeply as you brought your vape to your lips. Seeing your lips wrap around anything was getting him hot. “You okay there, Richie?” Pete bantered as he stood before Richie with one hand in his pocket and a cocktail in the other. Richie tilted his head to the side and waved off the man so he could continue staring at you, “Go for it.” Pete commented as he looked over his shoulder to see Richie had been starring at you. “You and Carmy could be brother-in-laws.”

You were talking to a group of your and Sierra’s high school friends when you felt a hand on your lower back. “Hey,” Richie greeted you warmly. You smiled in his direction and noticed one of your friends nudge the other before walking away. “Scarin’ my friends away old man.” you playfully teased as you turned to face Richie. 

“You look pretty…my kid is at her Mom’s place.” 

You clicked your tongue, “I don’t know Richie. Turns out Carmy has some REALLY hot friends… you’re not my only option.” 

Richie chuckled as he looked around the room, “Baby girl… they won’t fuck you right. Don’t you want a real man?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up as Richie’s hand got closer to your ass cheek, “You’re not wearin’ panties…” Richie mumbled into your ear. You playfully hit his chest, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” you teased. 

“Prove me wrong, Y/N.”

You looked around the room and ensured your parents were occupied before looping your finger around Richie’s belt, “Meet me in the bathroom…”

~

“Fuck your-” Richie grunted as he continued to thrust his hip into you, “your pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.” you met his compliment with soft mewls as your head bumped against the wall of the bathroom stall. Your dress was hiked up above your hips. Richie squeezed your thigh, pulling it up over his hips as he fucked you against the wall. You sank your nails into his neck as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. “Feel good, baby? Cum on my fuckin’ cock.” 

“Mmm, yes, Daddy.” you whimpered as his thrusts started to get sloppier and shorter—the bathroom filled with the sounds of slapping skin and both of your moans. “I’m gonna cum- uh fuckfuckfuck!”

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror fixing your lipstick as Richie zipped his pants and wiped his brow. “Wanna come over tonight?” he asked as you moved to fix your hair, you shrugged. Richie groaned, “Y/N, come on.” he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the bottom of your stomach and leaned against your back resting his chin on your shoulder. “How bout I take you out for dinner some time?” he offered moving to kiss your jaw. You giggled and put your hands over his, “When?” you quiered putting your head back against his shoulder as he moved to pepper soft open mouth kisses on your neck. 

“Whenever you’re free.” 

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 2)

Raphael x Fem!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

It's almost two. He's later than he was supposed to be, because somehow the night construction crew on 4th don't need to take pee breaks. He had to wait half an hour for an opening to get by the site, but he's finally made it home.

He walks into the lair to find you asleep on the couch, cuddled with one of his blankets, and five pumpkins left. The living room is a wreck. Thin foam slices and shapes, along with more than a handful of candy wrappers (most likely your dinner) litter the couch and the ground around you, he's relieved to at least see a mostly empty bottle of water. He smiles down at you fondly. You had a way of taking on more than you should probably handle. He was a perfect example of that.

After a quick shower to rinse the city off of him, he goes back to the living room, snatches up a pumpkin and an exacto knife, and sits back on the recliner. He props his foot up on the coffee table and glances over at you before getting to work. Even unconscious, he was awestruck.

From the moment you met he was drawn to you. He's not even sure he can place what it was, but somehow he found himself caught in your eyes. Every touch, every whisper was the most beautiful agony. For two years his head fought his heart, reminding him every moment of every day that he was unworthy of you.

He still doesn't get how he managed it. You. He's still so damn confused, but he's past questioning it. He seems to be what you want. You seem happy, and he's been on cloud fucking nine for the last three years. There's obviously been some growing pains, and considering, to your knowledge, a relationship like this has never exactly been done before, patience and understanding have been a must. But when you're lying in his arms, it's more than worth all the bullshit.

And he's having so much fun.

Being with you has been the most incredible time of his life. And the moment he was able to say that he was yours, it felt like none of the other shit mattered. You somehow saw the beauty in the beast, and despite everything, still chose to stay. And now that he finally has what he wanted, and has for years, he feels like there should really be a "something next."

He couldn't give you everything. He could barely give you anything. Somehow, It seemed to be enough. But there were some human experiences he wanted to have, too.

He glances over at you, still asleep, and smiles. He can hear Donatello scolding him as he pulls the ring from his pocket for the fifteen time today. He should really just put it away. But he was proud.

It took him a year to make it. A ring of white gold beset with a deep red asscher garnet, and small triangle cut moissanites resting on either side of the band.

He didn't feel right giving you a stolen ring, and giving you something he found in the garbage was unthinkable, so between sourcing the materials and learning an entirely new skill thanks to Donnie (who has a bit more experience working with metal), he'd only just fit the stones this morning, which is why he NEEDED to see you. He was excited (and terrified) Even if it isn't time yet, it's finished, and he's been pouring his love for you into it for a year.

Now to figure out the hard part.

He hears your phone buzzing as your alarm goes off and fumbles to quickly hide the ring. When it's no longer in his hands, he smiles over at you, "Morning, beautiful."

You smile sleepily over him. "Hi..." You take a deep breath and stretch, yawning, before your eyes fly open. "Shit!" You fell asleep.

"Relax" he soothes, before you can panic, "I finished 'em up for you."

A wave of cool relief washes over you and you sink back into the couch. "How did I ever manage life without you?" you ask with a soft smile.

"You didn't," he clarifies, "that's why you needed me." He grins as your laughter fills him. "Why don't you go grab a shower and get ready for work. I'll get these packed up."

You stand and stretch and he looks at you fondly (and a little lecherously). You catch his stare and smirk, walking over to him and leaning down (only slightly), for a kiss. "Your amazing," you whisper against his lips, before you pull away and open your eyes.

You head towards his room to grab a change of clothes before going off to shower. It isn't until he hears the bathroom door close, and the shower turn on that he lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Too close.

He looks at the foam explosion in the living room for a moment and is about to start tidying up when he has an idea.

Opening up each of the pumpkins as he goes, he tosses some candy into each one before putting it in the cart, leaving the last five he carved for last. He checks the time and grabs one of the sharpies and a pack of post-it's out of your bag and gets to work.

As his hand is lifting the lid of the last one, a haunted house, you are coming down the stairs. He tosses the note in quickly without looking, closes it up and places it on the cart with the others.

You reach him and stand up on your tip toes to kiss him. "Thank you for saving my life," you say.

"Someone's gotta," he replies. You scrunch up your face and he grins, kissing you again. You kiss him back and bite his lower lip, he growls, still smiling, "don't start something you ain't gonna be around to finish."

"I'll make it up to you," you breathe into his ear, his hand tightens around you waist, "besides," you say pulling back with a suggestive brow, "I do owe you a thank you for the help last night."

He walks you to the garage and rides up the elevator with you. As your hand touches the door to exit at street level, he quickly pulls you back into him, kissing you fiercely. "I love you so fucking much," he whispers as he pulls away, grinning.

"I love you too," you say, slightly confused, your suspicious feeling from the night before returning, "what's going on with you?"

You don't miss the flash of panic in his eyes. "Nothing," he insists a little too emphatically, "I mean, what do you mean?"

"I don't know..." You say, eyeing him as he tries to appear casual, "you're being weird."

"Babe, I'm a six-and-a-half foot talking turtle, I'm made of weird."

You laugh. A few years ago, he could have never made that joke. He's come so far and you are so damn proud of him and the reptile he's become. "Okay, granted. Weirder, then."

He looks like he really really wants this conversion to be over, "you're gonna miss your train," he offers helpfully.

And if he wasn't right, you would have stayed to wring it out of him.

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[absurdthirst]

Crossing Enemy Lines {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Insults, vampirism, mentions of blood drinking, oral sex (male and female receiving), rough sex, crude humor, Max being Max, angst.

Comments: Competitors and enemies? You are both not the other's favorite person but for some reason, hate sex is great sex.

Co-written @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Max adjusts his tie as he strides into the conference. A new annual event for vampires who are in business. As the branch manager, he received his invitation to the conference last month and he’s been excited to dominate the scene. Especially after he heard you’d be coming too. Grabbing his badge, Max makes his way into the welcome event and that’s when he sees you. Red dress, professional yet just the right amount of tight to be sexy, and he smirks as he makes his way over to you. “Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.” Max winks at you as he strides over to you. 

“Phillips.” You greet him coolly, “I’m surprised you’re here. I thought they had a separate conference for subpar regional branch managers who always fail to meet their quarterly quota.” You smirk, eying Max in his red tie and what he claims is a bespoke suit.

His smile falters for a split second before it’s back, more powerful than before and the sharpness in his eyes focuses on you. “I was surprised that you were invited too, sweetheart.” He reaches up and tightens the full windsor knot of his Hermès tie. The gold thumb ring and Rolex match the tie clasp, all coordinated with the cufflinks that wink at his wrists. Dramatic, but Max likes to dress for the job he wants, not the job he has. “I’m sure you’ll get those numbers up.” 

“Is that what your credit card companies ask for when you’re late on the minimum payment?” You retort, noticing what he is so desperate to show off about. “Oh honey, you’ll pay them off. You just need some more sales…oh wait…I’m not going to allow you to encroach on my clients. You’ll just have to tell those credit cards you can’t pay for those fancy cufflinks.” You click your tongue, reaching out to adjust his tie to just a hair off of being perfect.

Max hisses slightly, annoyed that you had messed with the lines of his tie. “Is that what you believe?” He bats your hand away, lifting a brow as he fixes the tie again and reaches out to flick his finger under your ear lobe. “The Moissanite is nice, but it doesn’t have the sparkle of a real diamond.” He chuckles. “I understand though. If I lost the Phalicite contract to another firm, I wouldn’t be splurging either. Oh right….I was that firm.” He boasts quietly. “What was it they said? She just couldn’t get it done?” He tuts, giving you a disappointed look before he gives a small shrug. “They are happy now.”

You bite down the growl that tries to escape from his jab. It pained you to lose that contract and you shake your head, letting out an unamused chuckle. “You might’ve won the battle, big shot, but I will win the war.” You pat his chest, “now it’s time to network big boy. May the best woman win.” You wink, striding off to meet the CEO of that company you’ve been trying to close for months.

Max watches you walk away, his eyes firmly glued to your ass. You are a pain in the ass, but you have a fantastic one, so he lets you get away with more than someone else could. Deciding that it’s war, he plasters on his most charming persona and starts working the room, eager to one up you on connections and leads for new business. You are competition and he loves a challenge.

By the time you’re done charming the hell out of most of the big wigs in the room, a lot of them spent far too long eying your cleavage. You lean against the bar, desperate for a drink. Thank God you can still get drunk from alcohol. Even if it takes more, you still get the effects. You gesture for the bartender to come over and order yourself a gin martini. “Two olives.” You add and the bartender gives you an odd look but goes ahead to pour your drink. When you have the drink, you take a much needed sip until his voice invades your ears again. 

“Olives? What you gonna do? Eat them?” Max snorts, gesturing for the bartender to come over. He orders a whiskey on the rocks and you turn to look at him. 

“I like the aesthetic.” You explain with a brief shrug.

“Aesthetic.” Max scoffs and shakes his head. “Why pretend to be human when we are so much better?” He asks, tapping his finger on the bar as he waits for his drink. “Name one thing that a human is better at, I’ll wait.”

“Sex.” You answer Max and he chuckles, thinking you’re joking. 

“Seriously? Why the fuck would you think that? They have to breathe, they need breaks. They can’t keep going all night long.” 

You snort, “exactly. Humans have enthusiasm. They have passion. It’s not perfect, it can be sloppy, but any human lover I’ve had has been one hundred percent into fucking me. Vampires are cold, emotionless. It’s just an act, physical pleasure. There’s no emotion behind it, not even lust really. We are heartless machines and that - the lack of compassion - makes us great in sales and boring in bed.”

Max snorts, sending you a pitying look. “Just because you choose bad lovers doesn’t mean that vampires as a whole are bad in bed.” Smirking he points at himself. “Take me for example, by the time I’m done, you will be as exhausted as a vampire can get, begging for a break from the orgasms and pleasure. Humans don’t stand a chance.” He boasts.

You roll your eyes after taking a sip of your drink. “Sure Phillips. Is that what they tell you? After you buy them the Louis Vuitton purse you can’t afford?” You snort, “I highly doubt you have someone begging for a break. Maybe a break from you, not your cock.”

Max is cocky, maybe a little too much sometimes but he knows how to fuck. He ignores the little insult towards his finances, he’s well aware of his bank balance and smirks as he leans in. “Only one way to find out, sweet cheeks.” He challenges. “I could give you testimonies from past lovers, or I could just let you experience Maxie boy for yourself.”

You roll your eyes, “you called my pussy the arctic circle and said that any man who dares to venture into it would surely freeze to death. So, you got some mittens?” You smirk, deciding to mess with him. “Or perhaps you can borrow some fuzzy socks from one of your pals over there.” You gesture to the group of vampires who are just like Max: egotistical and beyond cocky. You lean closer to Max, grabbing his tie to bring him closer and you brush your lips against his ear, “or you can go fuck yourself.” You smirk, leaning back to grab your drink, you down it and order another one from the bartender.

Max grunts, unable to believe that you just made his cock twitch with the breathless way you had told him to go fuck himself. He’s always like ballsy women and despite the professional rivalry, you are just his type. “If you can’t handle the idea of having a real man fuck you, that’s all you have to say, sweetheart.” Max coos, reaching out and sliding his index finger down your arm. “Stick with the blood bags who can’t bury their face in the Arctic circle until it’s hotter than a furnace without coming up for air. No skin off my teeth.”

You raise an eyebrow as he orders another whiskey. You glance around the bush room, the endless chatter almost melding into one noise. “I want to know something.” You announce after the bartender sets your drinks down. 

“Shoot.” Max says before sipping his double whiskey. 

“Why do you want to fuck me? I thought we hated each other?” You lean against the bar, showing him more of your cleavage. 

Max snorts, “hate fucking can be the best sex ever.” He admits with a shrug and your heart sinks a little that he actually does hate you so much despite you just doing your job. 

Yes, you’ve goaded him but to hear it confirmed, it takes you back for a moment. “Here’s a proposal-” 

Max interrupts you, “oh I didn’t say marriage-” 

You roll your eyes again, “an offer.” You amend and he hums, “if you still want to fuck me by the end of this event, come to my room…1012. If you still want to fuck me, you can come to mine and I want you to spend the entire night making me cum. If you can’t do that, don’t come. If you don’t want that, I understand. Now, there’s the CEO for HP. I think we have a deal in the works. Thanks for the drinks, Phillips.” You wink and stride off, leaving him with the tab.

It’s fucking hard to concentrate on business for the rest of the night. To socialize and pretend he’s not discreetly checking his Rolex and glancing around the ball room to see where you are in proximity to him. Even the cute little redheaded human who flirts with him doesn’t capture his interest, and he always likes the taste of redheads - very mellow. The idea of fucking the attitude and sarcasm out of you is almost as intoxicating at the four other whiskeys he drinks. Another plus of being the undead is that he doesn’t have to worry about alcohol affecting his performance in bed. When the clock strikes midnight, the official ending time for the event, Max looks around to see that you’ve disappeared. Making him smirk as he tosses back the rest of his whiskey and make his apologies before he leaves, foregoing the elevator and speeding up the stairs to the tenth floor. Pausing outside of room 1012 to adjust his hair and straighten his tie before he knocks.

You check your hair in the mirror, freaking out a little despite the drinks you’ve had. It’s hard to believe that Max Phillips is about to fuck you but you don’t try to think too much about what happens tomorrow morning when you open the door to Max Phillips, naked and waiting for his reaction. There was no point staying dressed. This saves time and as a manager, you’re all about time management. “You ready?” You ask him, chuckling at the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Jesus sweetheart.” Max manages after he stops staring. He sweeps into the room, “if you were that eager, we should have done this a long time ago.” He reaches down and unbuttons the jacket of his suit and shrugs it off to drape over a chair. He smirks and grabs your waist to step close to you. “Now, do I make you scream my name on my cock or my tongue first?”

“Eager? You wish, Phillips. I’m just efficient. Take your clothes off too. Wanna see if your ego is backed up by what you’re packing.” You reach for his tie, pulling him closer so you can press your lips to his while his hands dig into your waist.

His cock twitches, already hardening just at the sight of you and he knows he won’t disappoint you size wise. His tongue slides into your mouth and he groans when you bite it before soothing it slightly. “Dirty girl.” He hisses, smirking happily when one hand slides up to squeeze your breast harshly and pinch your nipple, pulling down on it. “You want a striptease and denied me the same show.”

“I didn’t say I wanted a striptease, Phillips.” You chuckle, working on pulling off that ridiculously expensive tie. “I just wanted to surprise you.” You admit, moaning when he kisses along your neck while you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I was surprised.” Max pants, pinching your nipple again and biting down on your shoulder as he slides his hand down to grab your ass. His cock is tenting his suit trousers and he pushes it up against your hip. “Very happily surprised. You’d get a shit ton more sales if you just worked naked.”

You chuckle dryly, “I want to get sales based on my skills, not my tits. Otherwise I’d be like those girls from Chimtech. Just sleeping their way up the ladder. I’m not like that.” You tell him truthfully, reaching down to undo his cufflinks, tossing them onto the coffee table with accuracy, and you push his shirt off of his shoulders.

Max knows that. You are one of the few that he’s hadn’t seen at any of the clubs or honorable mentions at the orgies. It was one of the things that had caught his attention with you. He unbuttons his trousers and grins at you. “Ready?”

You roll your eyes and step away from him to sit on the bed, giving him an expectant look as he pulls down the zipper, opening his pants and shoving them down along with his designer boxers. You swallow harshly at the sight of his hard cock, thick and fucking gorgeous. No wonder he’s such a cocky motherfucker. “Fuck me.” You blurt out, surprised by the monster he has in his pants.

Max’s brow twitches and he sends you a cocky smirk. “Oh I’m going to sweetheart.” He promises as he kicks his pants off and bends down to peel his socks off to fling aside. His cock bobs heavily and he stands straight and wraps his hand around it to stroke. “Spread your legs, baby. I want to see the Arctic circle before I visit.”

You roll your eyes against his words, “you’re an asshole.” Yet you follow his order, shifting to sit back against the pillows and you slowly, with a smirk, spread your legs to display your cunt to his hungry gaze. You tease, caressing your thighs, “you gonna keep me waiting, Phillips?”

“Fuck, you have a pretty cunt.” Max groans, squeezing himself lightly before he lets go. “Bet you taste good.” His mouth waters at the idea and his fangs start to descend before he catches himself. He knows he wouldn’t want fangs against his cock so he wouldn’t do that to a lover. He stalks over to the bed and pushes you back before he drops to his knees, smirking and winking at you before he dives in. 

You gasp when his tongue slides between your folds and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “Oh you son of a bitch.” You hiss when he flicks his tongue expertly over your clit. You can’t believe how good he is already. He has already worked you up more than most lovers can during an entire night and the bastard has done it within thirty seconds.

Max chuckles into your cunt but he doesn’t stop. He eats you voraciously. Like you are the best goddamn thing that he’s ever tasted and if he pulls away your cunt would disappear. There’s nothing polite about it. No gentle licks or soulless sucks on your clit. It’s sloppy, messy and fucking pure Heaven for him. Loving the sounds you make while he repeatedly curls his tongue up inside your walls, shakes his head so his squashed nose stimulates your clit. He loves not having to breathe to eat a woman out, loves that his jaw doesn’t ache or get tired. He could do it all night if he needed to, even as his cock leaks onto his thighs as he wears your legs as a scarf.

You can’t even speak, your mouth falling open and fangs threatening to poke through as Max rocks your world. Your thighs press against his cheeks, suffocating him and you would’ve killed a human by now but Max isn’t human and he doesn’t need to breathe. His tongue is curled so deep and combined with that aquiline nose, you are close to your orgasm. “Oh fuck!” You squeal when you squeeze your tits, the added stimulation sending you over the edge and you curse Max for being so fucking good at that.

Max growls into you, licking and sucking up your release and working you through the orgasm before his tongue turns softer. Gently fluttering against your clit before he kisses it and gives you a self-satisfied smirk. “That was one, sweetheart.” He coos. “Ready for another or do you want to experience the ‘main event’?”

You can’t even offer him a smart retort as you recover from the way his tongue made you cum harder than you have in years. “Shit Max. The amount of bullshit that comes out of your mouth and yet it can do that. Fuck. I- main event? You are done already?” You tease, reaching down to rub your over sensitive clit.

Max snorts, aware that you are goading him but he’s going to make you eat your words. Smirking, he uses his inhuman strength to easily flip you into your stomach and yanks your hips up. Burying his face back into your cunt from behind. 

Your cry echoes off of the wall and you nearly rip the sheets as your fingers curl into them while Max’s tongue slides back into your sensitive cunt. “Oh fuck baby.” You gasp out, falling forward onto your forearms and arching your back as his nose presses against your puckered hole. You whimper when his fingers slide under you to rub your clit. “Max. Oh God, right there. Fuck. Yes. There.” You moan when his fingers curl and he finds that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That - that’s it baby. That’s it. Right there.” You whine until it turns into a loud moan as you cum for the second time, gushing over his tongue and chin.

He hums, keeping his tongue and fingers moving as your hips rock back in his face. He loves that you are chasing your pleasure and aren’t shy about giving orders. Max might be the boss, a powerhouse at work; but he doesn’t mind taking direction when it means that he will make you scream out his name. Something that will happen before tonight is over. When your thighs stop shaking, Max chuckles and slides his tongue up to circle the other little hole that has captured his attention with all its fluttering and begging for attention.

You gasp when his tongue presses against your puckered hole. “Fuck Max.” You rasp, voice growing hoarse from the moans that have rattled the room. “Get inside of me. Now.” You demand, reaching behind you to tug on his hair, now messy and out of its usual style.

He flicks his tongue against your hole one last time before he moves over and bites your cheek playfully. “What hole do you want me in first?” He teases, sliding his fingers up and down between both. “I think I want the Arctic circle first.” The slap of his hand against your ass is harsh in the room and he chuckles when you moan.

You can’t even bring yourself to roll your eyes as he grips his cock and teases your clit with the head. “Is this how long you take to close all your sales, Phillips?” You taunt, grinding back against him. When he just chuckles and notches his cock at your entrance, pushing into you in one thrust, your clever remark is long forgotten as his cock pushes into you and stretches you out.

“Fuuuuuck.” Max hisses, slapping your ass again as he circles his hips and grinds into you. You feel incredible and he would stay right here for an hour, just feeling your walls pulse around him but then you would complain. Instead, he wrap his arm around your sternum and drags you up before he drops his hips and starts fucking you like a madman.

You pant, gripping his forearm and you don't pull it away as you let him choke you. It's a good thing you don't need to breathe. "Fuck baby. It's-" You moan, leaning back against him as he hammers into you. His hips hitting your ass as he fucks you hard and fast.

Max hums, loving how you are taking his cock. “It’s what? Wonderful? The best you’ve ever had?” He drags his nose up your neck, pressing where he would have felt your pulse if you had one but there is nothing. “I know. I know it’s good baby, this pussy feels amazing. Taking me like this. Letting me fuck you hard…and now even harder.” He ramps up his thrusts to a pace that would kill a human without breaking a sweat or panting. 

The bed squeaks beneath you due to the sheer force of Max's thrusts and he takes your useless breath away. "O-o-h-m-y-G-o-d." You sound out each syllable as he fucks you harder than anyone you've ever had. Your pussy feels like it's being pounded in your guts and you can only let him use your cunt like this. "Maaaax!" You wail as he hammers against something magnificent inside of you.

“There it is.” He hisses, grinning into your neck and nipping your skin playfully. “That’s what I want to hear. Except - louder sweetheart. Gotta let the front desk know who’s fucking you.” The hand not pinning you to him gropes your breast and then slides down to slap your clit. 

His fingers hitting your clit makes you nearly fold over but his grip on your throat keeps you upright. Max has all the control right now but you aren’t mad about it. You kind of love it, the lack of decisions so unlike your work life. This is nothing but pleasure and you love it. “Oh fuck.” You gasp, turning your head as much as you can to try to find his lips.

Max knows what you want and he doesn’t deny you. His cock continues to shred up into your throbbing cunt with devastating accuracy against your g-spot and he slides his tongue into your mouth. Kissing you roughly while the quick slaps of his hips against your ass fill the room. Grinning against your lips when he slaps your pussy again.

You moan into his mouth, unable to help yourself, and when Max grins against your lips, you cry out and clamp down on his cock. Hard. Gripping him in a vice as your thighs shake and your cum soaks his cock. It’s the most violent orgasm you’ve ever had wrack your body and it’s caused by the man you hate.

Max groans out your name, loving how you are soaking him and the bed beneath you. The way you squeeze his cock has him caught up in your walls where he can barely move, grinding up into you while he seeks his own pleasure. Giving a rough half dozen thrusts before he groans again, filling you with a hot flood of his useless seed.

You pant against his mouth, just breathing him in as he rocks into you, pushing his cum out of you onto the sheet below. “Fuck.” You sigh in bliss, just letting the feelings move through your system as Max kisses your neck. “That was - I hate to admit it but it was good.”

Chuckling as he takes both of you down to the bed to lay down, he’s feeling smug as fuck at your fucked out posture. “Good.” He hums, twitching inside you before he pulls out and shuffles so he can watch your cunt drip his cum. “Fuck, I should take a picture.” He jokes, not serious in the least. Even as a vampire, he has some morality. 

You snort, knowing he wouldn’t do it, but you look at him. “So you could show it off to all your work buddies? How you fucked your ice queen rival?” You chuckle dryly, reaching down to push two fingers inside, scooping some of his cum out of your cunt and you shove those fingers in your mouth to taste Max’s cum combined with yours.

Max groans and he watches your tongue flutter around your fingers as you sucks them clean. He grins and his own finger dips into your dripping hole for a taste of his own. “Was thinking more to jerk off to later on.” He winks and licks his finger. “Fuck, you do taste good. Is it the blood you drink?”

You smile, “yeah. I only drink from the rich.” You admit and wink at him, letting him know you’re joking. “I think someone told me once that our taste carries over from when we were human.” You reveal, “so I tasted that good before.” You smirk and nudge him with your foot which he grabs. “So what is this? Are we - ?” You bite your lip. “Fucking?” Max provides and you nod. “Who would’ve thought it? Did you, um, did you enjoy it?” You ask, offering a rare moment of vulnerability.

Max is greedy, sliding his hand up your leg and thigh. “Mhm.” He hums, smiling as he touches you like he’s never been allowed to before. “Dick didn’t freeze off.” He teases playfully. “Definitely not the Arctic circle, it’s warm, tight, fucking gooood.” He reveals honestly before he winks. “Ready to go again?” He asks, waggling his brows. “Did promise to fuck you all night after all.”

You chuckle, moving fast to straddle him, reaching down to grip his still hard cock and you sink down onto it, your combined cum pushed out as you grip his shoulders. “It’s my turn to fuck you Phillips.” You smirk, clenching around him.

“Fucccccckkkk.” Max’s eyes roll back from how quickly you sit on his cock and his fangs do spring down and make him look like the predator he is. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips, right above the thighs and he bucks his hips up. “Fuck me. Ride my cock. Wanna see your tits bounce in my face.”

You reach out to caress one of his fangs with your finger before you cup his cheeks, working your hips to start bouncing on his cock. You shift, tangling your fingers in his stupidly thick hair and your tits bounce in his face as you ride his cock hard and fast.

He’s in fucking Heaven. Keeping his fangs away from your flesh, he captures a nipple to suck on while you ride him. Groaning into your tits and lavishing them with attention while his cock twitches every time you yank on his hair. Humans never do it hard enough and most vampires try to yank it out. Your pressure on his scalp is perfect. “Fuck.”

"You're such a dick but your cock is so good." You compliment him and insult him at the same time. "Fuck Max." You pant, grinding your hips to push his cock deeper and you are grateful your thighs won't ache as you rock on his cock like he's a prize stallion.

“Ride it.” Max growls, grinning at the fight you put up but your cunt is soaking wet around him. “That pretty little cunt likes my big dick inside it, doesn’t she?” He coos, thrusting his hips up. “Wanna ride it all the time now, dontcha?”

You want to roll your eyes at his words, cringeworthy if you were sober and not currently sitting on his cock. You slam down onto his cock, "you wanna be inside of this pussy all the time now, dontcha?" You taunt back, tugging on his hair to tilt his head back so you can lick along his neck.

There’s a distinct, needy whine that pours out of Max’s throat while you clench around him and lick his skin. “Shit yes.” He chokes out. “Work while I’m inside you. Have you sit on my cock while we- we fucking make money.” His fingers dig into your hips even harder and he lifts you up and pulls you back down on his cock just as harshly as you had, groaning again.

You throw your head back when he starts to move you on his cock but you won’t let him have control. You push him backwards, grabbing his forearms and pushing them over his head. You are stretched over his body, tits swaying in his face as you start to ride his cock, grinding back onto it while you restrain him as much as you’re physically able to.

“Fuck.” Max grinds his teeth together, getting your unspoken warning to stay still and he tries to comply. It’s so hard when you feel so fucking good around him. He had never imagined it would feel this good. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart. If my heart pumped you would stop it.” He grunts out.

You giggle breathlessly at his compliment, looking down at those now black eyes, full of lust for you. “Thanks Maxie. Your cock isn’t too bad.” You tease and he makes you cry out when he thrusts up into you. “Oh fuck!” You moan,  especially when he takes your nipple into his mouth again. “Again. You’re gonna make me cum.” You plead, bucking back onto his cock.

Now it’s not a fight for control, it’s just a race for pleasure. Both of you know it’s going to come but you’re greedy. Max obeys your order and bucks up into you, bouncing you on his cock and he nearly chokes with how hard you squeeze him when he hits that magical spot inside your silken walls. “Shit baby, cum. Cum all over my cock. Wanna feel it- wanna-“ he breaks off with a loud moan when you squeeze him again, so close to cumming himself.

Your mouth falls open and nothing comes out as two more thrusts of his hips has you falling over the edge, clamping down on his cock in a way that you are squealing his name when the noise finally breaks free. Soaking him with your cum as you still above him, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

Max whimpers, eyes closing and his arms wrap around you. Holding you while he rocks up into you frantically. Chanting your name over and over again for another three thrust before he is pushing deep, wanting to crawl inside you while he fills you up again. Loving the perk of being a vampire and unable to get STDs or cause pregnancy.

“Fuck.” You huff shakily, shifting to look down at him and admire his handsome face, fangs pointing out, and you lean down to lick one playfully with your tongue. “Shit. That was good, baby.” You caress his cheeks and down to his neck and then his chest.

Max smirks, proud of the fact that you are saying that it was good. His strokes your back, your skin still smooth and cool, unable to sweat since you are technically dead. “Still think sex with a vampire isn’t better than a human?” He asks, brow raised and curious as to your answer.

You bite your lip, hating to say no but you can’t deny it when he has made you cum so hard. “Maybe you’re starting to change my mind.” You tease and Max growls, turning you over and playfully biting down on your neck. “So…we, uh, this is it? Just one night.” You say after a moment.

Pulling away so he can look down at you, Max makes a split second decision, reading your tone and the searching look on your face. “Doesn’t have to be.” He hums, running his tongue over his teeth and his fangs retract. “We are both busy, real go-getters.” He muses. “It would make sense that we continue this. Work out our needs, frustrations on each other. Use this great sex we have.” He doesn’t say that he wants it again, but he does. He really does. Fuck, he wants to stay the night. 

You hum, thinking about it for a moment. “I suppose it makes sense to get our…frustrations with each other out in a healthier way. Keep business as business but enjoy our pleasures too.” You sit back to get off of him, flopping down on the bed beside him. “You can’t tell anyone about it though.”

He frowns for a second, not liking the idea of secrecy but then he decides to let that go. “Of course.” He manages a smirk and a shrug by the time you turn your head to look over at him. “Lips are sealed. I’m not going to tell that the Arctic circle is conquerable.” He jokes, winking at you before he sits up. He needs to go back to his own room before he argues about your condition to continue fucking.

You roll your eyes at him before you sit up, glad you don’t ache like you would when you were human. Max probably would’ve killed you with how hard he fucked you. “I guess I’ll see you around, Phillips.” You shuffle off of the bed, anxious for a shower to clean up and he gets up, grabbing his clothes to start dressing. “I’m going to shower. Let yourself out.” You tell him and he nods, watching you make your way to the bathroom door. “Oh by the way, I like that tie.” You inform him with a wink and saunter into the bathroom, leaving him to it.

****

Max smirks when he knocks on your door before just pushing it open. You’ve been sleeping together for nearly three months and he’s just made himself at home with walking into your house when he gets off work. You hold up a finger, still halfway dressed when he knows you would normally be naked, your phone still to your ear. “Jerry, I promise you the projections are wrong.” You tell him, making Max’s smile widen even more. Your stocking are still on and you obviously was interrupted from your task of getting ready for him to fuck you by the business call. Max strides over to you and caresses your hip while you narrow your eyes at him, obviously wanting him to be quiet while you work. Winking, he lowers himself to his knees and shreds the underwear under your garter belt so he can get to your pussy. 

You gasp, “fucking hell” and Jerry asks you what’s wrong. “Nothing Jerry. Nothing. Ma- My tea was hot.” You lie even as Max’s tongue carves a path through your folds. “Fuck you.” You mouth down at Max whose dark eyes are watching you with amusement. You won’t let him win, tangling your fingers in his hair, you force yourself to concentrate on the call, listening to Jerry rattle off numbers. “Jer-Jerry. That’s not right. It’s one hun- oh.” You moan when Max sucks on your clit. Flustered, you clear your throat, “sorry about that Jerry. Tea was delicious.” You manage to lie, continuing to rattle off the numbers despite Max driving you to distraction with his tongue.

Huffing quietly in amusement, Max slides his hands up to massage your ass while he licks into you. Noticing that you have no issue pulling your leg up onto his shoulder while you sag against the counter. Smirking to himself while his tongue licks into you and he shakes his head to brush his nose against your cunt. Fuck, it’s fun to watch your control pull thin, to hear you try to keep your composure while he is unraveling you. 

Max’s tongue slides deep but it’s not enough. You lift your leg onto the counter, giving him more access than before, and he shifts to sit on the floor, wrapping his arm around your leg to keep you stable while his tongue slides deeper. “Fuck.” You hiss, head tilted back to rest against your fridge that’s full of blood bags. 

“What?” Jerry asks and you can barely think with the way Max is destroying your composure. 

“I’m sorry Jerry. I’m gonna have to - to call you back. You have the numbers. Figure it out.” You growl and hang up, tossing your phone on the counter and you reach down to tangle your fingers in Max’s hair, rocking onto his face. “You’re a bastard.” You tell him with a groan.

His laugh is louder now, his hand slapping your ass loud enough that ‘ole Jerry would have heard it if he had still been on the phone. Instead of pulling away and making a snarky comment, he decides he’ll make you cum first. Hearing you cry out is rapidly becoming his favorite fucking thing in the world, better than landing a huge sales contract. Better than beating you. His tongue flicks over your clit and he moves one hand to push three fingers into your cunt while he sucks your clit into his mouth to suck harshly, as if he’s trying to drink from your cunt. 

You decide to give in to the pleasure and not be mad, especially when he is fingering you exactly how you like it. You moan and rock down onto his digits and his face, moaning wantonly at the way he sucks on your clit. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” You tell him, “Max. Oh shit. Max. Max. Ma-” You choke, knee buckling as you clamp down around his fingers and soak them with your cum.

Holding you up, Max groans as he works you through it. Loving how his fingers squelch your cum slides down his knuckles. Sucking on your clit until you are whimpering his name and your stomach heaves with overstimulation. His cock is fucking hard as rock but he just kisses your curls and smirks up at you as he pulls is soaked fingers out of your cunt. “Good job, baby.” He coos playfully. “I don’t think he knew you were having your cunt devoured.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You say breathlessly, reaching down to drag him up onto his feet and when he’s standing, you press your lips to his. “Fuck me.” You order, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants before you work them open, managing to wrap your fingers around Max’s throbbing cock. “Someone got turned on eating pussy.” You tease, kissing his chin.

Rolling his eyes, he huffs at you. “Duh.” He is throbbing and he knows that just a few strokes of your hand would have him cumming but he wants to fill up that fucking perfect cunt of yours. “Up,” He orders, grabbing your hips and lifting you easily onto the counter with his inhumane strength. Your legs spread easily for him and he loves how soaked you are for him. “Should bend you over and make your ass bounce.” He grumbles, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours while he lines up and sinks inside you. 

You moan into his mouth, gripping his shoulders before you shove your hands under his shirt to caress his back, admiring the strength of his muscles. “You like kissing me too much.” You murmur, crossing the invisible line that neither of you discuss the other’s preferences too much. It makes it more than what it is. Just sex. Max nips your chin, making you moan, and you shift so you are hanging on the edge of the counter, allowing him deeper inside of you.

He does like kissing you. As much as he can. Too much if he were to sit down and think about it, so he doesn’t let himself. You were very clear where he stands and he isn’t fucking this up. Instead, his tongue slides against yours when he presses his lips to yours again, starting a rhythm that has his cock punching deep into your walls, desperate to feel you after hours spent away.

You let him kiss you, especially when his tongue traces your teeth like it always does. It must be his thing. You moan into his mouth, letting his fuck you hard and fast, his hips slamming against your thighs as you shuffle ever so close to falling off of the counter and Max makes you squeal when he grabs your thighs, lifting you up and fucking you on his cock. You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck to stop yourself from falling backwards as he moves your body. “Oh fuck Max.” You moan at this sheer display of his strength.

It’s easy to do, to lift you up as if you weigh nothing. You could do the same to him if you wanted to. It’s the symbolism for him, the way that he can have you any way that he wants to. It’s thrilling. The fact that you let him do whatever he wants and eagerly takes the positions, the pace. You bounce on his cock as he moves you up and down, “fuck, look at that.” He groans, looking between you and watching you take him. Seeing the way your lips stretch around him. “Tell me that’s good, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock.” 

You watch him watching his cock disappear inside of you and you moan his name, “it’s so good baby. So good. I love your cock. Love it. Always - always so good. Making me cum every damn day. I love it. Want you to - to fuck me all day every day if we - if we didn’t have to work.”

“Fuck.” Max hisses, closing his eyes and his fangs spring down at the mere thought. “After- after I get this new job I’ll fuck you every- every day.” He huffs, imagining it clearly. You sitting on his cock while he signs contracts, answering his phone with your pants of pleasure in his ear. He would lay you out on his fucking desk like a feast everyday. 

In a turn of events, your rival businesses are merging and Max is getting a senior position in a separate department to yours. No longer enemies, you and Max are not competing for sales. It’s strange to not be battling him for contracts. Especially when the merger will mean he will be in your building. “Yes. Yes. Every day. I want you to eat me for lunch.” You demand, kissing his neck as you rock down onto his cock, taking over the pace.

“Fuck yes.” Max whines, holding you in his arms and letting you fuck him. Your thighs squeezing him as you lift and lower yourself. “Best fucking lunch. Better than the interns.” He jokes, toes curling in his shoes as you squeeze him with your inner muscles. “Pour some blood on your pussy and pretend you're on the rag.” 

You roll your eyes at his lewd comment but you know that’s just how Max can be. “Fucking weirdo.” You tease, kissing his lips, “you’re such a dick but I- God, I don’t want to stop fucking you. It’s like you’ve got some kind of drug in your cum because I’m addicted to you.” You admit, scaring yourself honestly at how attached you are to him.

Max chuckles, taking over the pace again when you let him. Rocking up onto his toes to grind into you. “Caught me. Been feeding you cocaine laced cum.” He teases, feeling the same way. “Don’t worry baby, gonna - gonna fuck you for as long as you want.” He’s almost said something about doing more than just fucking, but he’s scared you would turn him down so he keeps quiet. 

His words send you over the edge, making you cry out as you clamp down on his cock, unable to stop yourself from climaxing as he promises to keep fucking you. He groans at how tight you grip him, keeping you upright as you shake. “Baby.” You gasp, “want - want you to cum down my throat. Let me - let me suck you off.”

He groans, knowing this is special. It’s rare that you don’t want him to cum in your pussy. Not that he minds. He talks a big game about blow jobs but he’s never once asked you for one. If you want to suck his cock, you will. It’s that simple in his mind. Nodding, he sets you down and watches as you wrap your hand around his length, kneeling down in front of him. “Fuck.” 

You waste no time in taking him into your mouth with a moan, loving the tangy taste of your own cum coating his cock as you take him down your throat. Another plus of being a vampire: no gag reflex. You look up at him as you take him deep down your throat, loving the way he's watching you.

“Look at you.” He coos, reaching down and stroking your jaw. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His eyes roll back and he tilts his head back and moans your name when you press your tongue to the underside of his cock and swallow around the head. “Oh fuck.” He huffs, hips lurching forward to chase that feeling. “So good baby.”

You repeat that action, desperate for him to cum down your throat. You whimper around his cock, reaching down to roll his balls in your fingers, keeping your eyes on him as you watch him moan and groan as you swallow around his thick cock.

“Shiiiit.” Max hisses. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns you. “I’m gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours. Fuck gonna fill you up, and-“ He tenses up, moaning as he does just that. Pumping spurt after spurt of his cum down your throat. 

You eagerly swallow every drop, closing your eyes at the salty taste that doesn’t have that tang that human cum has in it. You swallow until his balls relax under your touch and you pull off of him, cheekily opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him your empty mouth.

“Good girl.” Max lunges down, eager to taste the remnants of his cum from your mouth. Moaning into you while he kisses you. He’s fucked. He realizes it right at this moment. He wants you. Not for some hate fucking, he’s never hated you. But he wants more that just sex.

You kiss him back, letting him pull you into his arms and you realize how dangerous this is getting. It’s no longer hate fucking, it’s turning into something else and you don’t know how to stop it. You do know that Max would break your heart once he gets bored. “I, um, I still need to call Jerry if you - you can take a blood bag to go if you want.” You step away from him, wishing you had a robe or something to cover you, cover your emotions.

Max’s silent heart clenches and he frowns slightly before he nods. “Sure.” He covers up the hurt with a chuckle and sends you a small smirk. “I have to go move into my fancy new office anyway, sweetheart.” He tucks himself away and zips up before straightening his clothes. He can’t help but feel like you are shoving him out the door. “Until next time.”

You watch him go, leaning against the counter and covering your face with your hands. Fuck, when did it happen? When did you fall in love with Max Phillips?

****

Once Max is settled into his office, you must admit you’ve been avoiding him. Deciding that he doesn’t feel the same and you’d only embarrass yourself by asking him such a question, you avoid Max at all costs. Having your assistant screen calls and meetings for the man, you succeed in avoiding him until you hear his name mentioned in the break room. “Yes. He invited me into his office and we…” The intern giggles as she looks around, not seeing you behind the door, “we had sex on his desk.” Your heart sinks, breaking in two at the news that Max has already moved on. You swallow harshly, unshed tears stinging in your eyes as you make your way back to your office.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Phillips. She is in a meeting with orders to not be disturbed.” Max sighs as he listens to your secretary yet again tell him that you aren’t available. The same thing he’s heard from her every day for nearly two weeks. He’s gone from having sex with you every since day to not seeing you and he hates it. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He mutters into the phone. “Tell her to call me when she’s done.” He drops the phone into the cradle and sighs. He knows you won’t call him, you haven’t despite the messages to your secretary and the texts to your personal phone. He’s getting desperate to see you and figure out what the hell is going on.

You are working late, unavoidable considering the new contract you’re working on, but you curse your assistant leaving on time when your door opens and Max Phillips strides in unannounced. “Phillips.” You greet him coolly, not even looking up from your computer.

Max blinks at the acidity in your tone and it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask if you’re on your period but he knows that doesn’t happen anymore. Unable to deflect with humor like he usually would, he decides to be upfront. “What the hell is going on?” He demands. “We went from wanting to fuck everyday at lunch once we were in the same building to you ghosting me.”

You bite your lip, wanting to growl at him, but you just respond calmly. “Oh, sorry. I thought you had found a new pretty intern to fuck during lunch and I was no longer needed?” You frown, tilting your head at him.

His brow scrunches in confusion and he shakes his head. “What are you talking about? What intern?” He demands, leaning against the door jam. “Only person I’ve fucked is you and I haven’t been doing a lot of that lately.”

You huff, standing up from your desk, you walk around it to face Max. “Are you serious? I heard her earlier. She said she fucked you in her office and as I walked away she said - she said you traced her teeth with your tongue.” You choke, knowing that is something Max and only Max tends to do.

Now he’s pissed, that she’s lying and that you believe this person. “She must have heard that from someone else I’ve fucked before you.” He growls. “Because I’ve not stuck my dick in anyone but you.” He sees that you don’t believe him and scoffs. “Fucking convenient for you to hear this. If you wanted to stop fucking you don’t have to lie. I don’t fucking force anyone to have sex with me. I don’t need to.”

You shake your head, “it wasn’t - fucking hell. That’s the problem. I didn’t want to stop fucking you. You’re lying about fucking someone else and I shouldn’t be mad because I can’t - we can’t keep doing this. You’ve got me tied up in knots. I can’t focus and I- you need to leave before I change my mind and beg you to fuck me on my desk.”

Max stares at you for a moment in disbelief before he pushes off the door and slowly starts to clap. “Bravo.” He shakes his head, a sarcastic grin on his face. “Amazing, you almost had me. See, I knew it was stupid to fall in love with you, knew I was going to get burned eventually. Especially considering I’ve called you every single day and you’ve been the one rejecting me.” He huffs and drops the smile. “The arctic circle ain’t in your cunt, it’s your icy cold heart. Good luck on the next poor fucker.” He growls, turning on his heel to leave this fucking office and go get drunk somewhere.

“You’re a bastard.” You rush to follow him, lucky that no one is around to witness you as you grab Max and spin him around. “This wasn’t in the plan. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.” You rush out, eyes wide as you stare at him. Your heart would be beating out of your chest if you were human but all you can do is stare at him.

Max stares back at you, ready to lash out and deny it. “So if I love you and you love me, why would you think I’d fuck anyone but you?” He demands. “I don’t even know what intern you’re talking about. And I- Jesus, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Where could I go after you? No one could ever beat you.”

You swallow harshly at his words, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I just - I thought you hated me still. I thought it was just sex. I never - I thought you were just fucking me for a release because it’s - it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. No one compares. You are a pain in my ass, but baby, you are strong and smart, so fucking smart, and handsome and you’re funny - even if it’s in a college frat boy kind of way - I just never imagined you’d feel the same way.”

Max chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ve never hated you, sweetheart.” He promises. “I just liked getting under your skin. I liked pissing you off. You’re sexy when you’re annoyed. Like pulling the braids of the girl I like on the playground.” He confesses with a small grin. He steps closer to you, more serious than he’s ever been. “I have not slept with anyone but you since the night we started. I haven’t even looked.”

You believe him, caressing his cheeks, “I love you, Max Phillips.” You whisper, smiling at the cocky bastard who used to make your life hell but now you can’t imagine being without him.

“I love you.” He promises, reaching up to brush his knuckles across your cheeks and he smirks. “Now that we know where we stand, can I fuck you?” He asks, lifting a brow. “I really, really miss being inside you.”

You giggle, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, “you want to fuck me in my fancy office, Mr. Phillips?” You tease, leaning in to nip his jaw and you are relieved that you are both on the same page.

“I do want to fuck you in your fancy office.” He smirks, his fangs sliding down and he looks behind you. “You have a drop cloth or a sheet of plastic?” He asks. “Might get a little messy.”

You chuckle, “I might have a bedsheet I snuck in just in case we happened to fuck in here.” You take Max’s hand and guide him into your office, letting go of his hand to get the sheet from your bottom desk drawer, laying it out on the sofa in your office.

Max smirks and starts stripping out of his suit while you adjust the sheet. Eager to touch you, his cock is already throbbing. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. The security desk is going to think you’re being staked.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his cocky words but you know he can make you squeal and scream. You finish adjusting the sheet and struggle to pull down the zipper of your dress as Max kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down.  

“Too slow sweetheart.” Max tuts, taking over and dragging the zipper down and peeling the dress off of you in the blink of an eye. “Fuck, I love stripping you down. You should stay naked all the time.”

You sigh when Max kisses your neck and shoulder as you kick the dress aside, stepping out of your heels and you spin around to face Max. Pressing your lips to his, you press your chest to his and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Fuck me Max.” You plead, feeling his hard cock pressing into your hip.

“I’m going to.” He promises, happy that you are in his arms again. His tongue trails over your neck and he can’t help himself, sinking his teeth into your flesh while he grabs your ass and hauls you back towards the couch.

You look up at Max as he lays you down on the sofa and you caress his chest, over the space where his heart would be beating. “I love you.” You murmur, spreading your legs to accommodate him as you continue caressing his chest.

He hums, loving hearing you say that. “Love you too.” He groans, sliding his hand between the two of you so he can line up to push inside you. The head of his cock slips inside your cunt as he ducks down to take your nipple into his mouth.

You moan when he pushes into you, feeling like you’re finally home, where you should be. With him. “Max.” You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair as he bites down on your breast and he starts to rock his hips, pushing into you. It’s slow, unlike the always frantic pace, and you sigh in pleasure.

He’s never set a slow pace with you, knowing that he had to make sure you had the most pleasure he could offer within an hour or two. Now he takes his time, he’ll spend all night right here if he has to. Wanting to drag it out for as long as he can. Enjoying the slow drag of his cock in and out of your walls while he works his hip.

“Fuck. That feels good.” You moan, caressing his back as he rocks into you. You whimper when he hits something deep and slowly fucks you. No, he doesn’t fuck you. He makes love to you. “God, you feel so good. No one has ever felt like this.”

Max groans in agreement. He reaches for your hand and laces his fingers with yours. “Bite me.” He begs, wanting to feel your fangs in his flesh. You’ve never bitten him before but he thinks it’s hot to have you do it while he’s buried in your cunt.

You squeeze his hand and feel your fangs appear so you cup the back of his head, pulling him closer so you can sink your fangs into his flesh. There’s no blood but you moan at the sensation of his cock inside of you and your fangs in his neck. It’s incredible and you moan into his flesh as he rocks into you.

“Fuck.” Max groans loudly, cock twitching deep inside you but he doesn’t push harder or faster into you. Keeping his pace slow and steady, while he love the feeling of your fangs breaking through his skin. “Again baby, fuck, mark me as yours.”

You repeat the action, allowing yourself to dive into your instincts, your animalistic ways shining through as you bite him, marking him as yours. The marks will stay, a shimmering scar once they heal over - as soon as your fangs are removed - and you are close to cumming at the thought of Max being yours and only yours.

Max grunts, closing his eyes and smirking as he continues to rock into you. “Love you, so fucking much.” He groans out. “Perfect vampire for me, perfect woman, perfect little pussy.”

You lick over the marks after withdrawing your fangs. “I love you baby. So much. God, you are - you’re an asshole but you’re my asshole. I wouldn’t change you for all the sales in the world. Perfect for me.” You pant, getting closer and closer with every slow rock of his hips until finally, you fall over the edge and clamp down on his cock. Your orgasm is slow, seeming to spread to every inch of your body.

Max buries his fangs in your neck as you come apart for him. Your walls clamp down like a vice around him, soaking him in your release. He loves the way you cry his name, needy and loving. “Love you,” he pants, withdrawing his fangs and pressing his lips to yours when he starts to cum, filling you with his own release in agonizing pleasure.

You cling to him as he cums, filling you up and you’ve missed this so much, missed him so much. You peck his lips over and over as he rides out his orgasm and you caress his shoulders and back. “Love you.” You murmur, actually feeling tired. 

Max kisses your jaw when you tilt your head back. “Not as much as I love you.” 

You snort, “always in competition.” You love him and he loves you. Never, in a million years, would you have imagined that if you’d been asked four months ago but here you are. In love with a blood sucking bastard

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Zircon!

The bright blue one is heated to induce that colour. Heating also changes the absorption spectra, to show only a single diagnostic absorption line at 653nm!

I can come back to you another day when I've got more time for a fuller review of gem-quality zircon (and how it differs from artificially created cubic zirconia) (only if you like?)

You're making me feel like I should get the spare room cleared and set up my microscope to have a go at photomicrography of some of these beuties...

just-thoughts-about-gems (this is the place to ask your gemstone questions)

[ilikeapples01]

Family is everything (all hail empress pink au) (art by kishinpain)

Times like this were rare to say the least. So often was Empress Pink at war so far from her children be it in orbit or on the ground, and so often was she… otherwise occupied with one or several of her extensive harem, and in the times she was neither she was tied down with the red tape of punishing those who had wronged the empire or by what was to her meaningless meetings and bureaucracy.

But not today. Today was the first of several that Pink Diamond had expressly put aside, cleared out, and walled off from anyone she deemed ‘too work-y’, and she was going to spend it with her children. After all, what kind of a parent would she be if she didn’t spend time with her own kin? They’re all her responsibility after all, and after the stress of a deluge of complaints her Prime Minister had championed for some reason what better way to clear her mind was there but to ignore him for at least a week?

Little Moissanite giggled in childlike glee as her mother - father really but none would dare say as much - ruffled her hair. Just a couple days ago she hatched from the latest of White’s geodes and just look at the rambunctious little bundle of light grow! It lightened Pink’s gem to be here for these moments when so often she would miss them. Other children of hers played with Spinel behind her; some sort of ‘tag’ she assumed given the joyful cries and cheers. The bigger Moissanite was glad for her mother’s good mood, pleased as punch that for once she could have some semblance of family life for once. If only her other mother could be here, but no matter. “It’s taken me a good while, but I’ve finally gotten the last of those twists in your hair out, ma,” she announced. “Do you like it? If you ever want my help with it again, or even just a trim, please do tell me.”

Moments like these were everything Pink strove for, that peace in her life she once resigned herself to go without was here and she would savour every moment of it so help her… her, really. “Of course, Moissi,” Pink agreed with a calm that was so rare to her these days. “Though perhaps you ought to practise on Brigadier Lapis, she’s really let herself go!” she gossipped.

“Oh?” Such open talk of her mother’s lovers was certainly a surprise for Moissanite. “What makes you say that, ma?”

Pink huffed amusedly as if it were obvious. “Trust me, she’s really let herself go. Her hair is ragged as the Hattiland - and her victims leave a lot of stains. You can certainly cut hair, but can you wash it too?”

“I wann’ be like Lapis,” little Moissi blurted out, interrupting in a lull. “I wan-na beat up bad guys an’ get their mess in my hair too!” Her innocent upwards smile contrasted completely with her violence, like she didn’t understand even a little bit exactly what she said really meant.

“Um… Why… is that, darling?” Pink had to ask, a little perturbed.

“B’cause then Mwah-see can wash and cut my hair too!” little Moissanite beamed, earning herself a chuckle and a shaking head from her mother.

“Oh darlin’!” the elder Moissanite cried out, “You don’t need to get yourself all messy for that! I can take care of your hair right now if y’ like - with your blessin’, ma?”

Pink nodded her assent, and took a moment to realise that meant taking her hand out her daughter’s hair. In a few short days she’d be just grown up as her hairdresser, but that’s what made here and now so important. The rare times like these remind her of why she does all that she does. It’s not just for her own sake, but for everyone’s, and that’s what she remembers here, that crucial lesson that keeps her grounded enough to actually rule:

Family is Everything.

[2uuno]

can you guys chill lmao. just trying to help

Sapphire is a precious gemstone, a variety of the mineral corundum, consisting of aluminium oxide (α-Al2O3) with trace amounts of elements such as iron, titanium, cobalt, lead, chromium, vanadium, magnesium, boron, and silicon. The name sapphire is derived from the Latin word sapphirus, itself from the Greek word sappheiros (σάπφειρος), which referred to lapis lazuli. It is typically blue, but natural "fancy" sapphires also occur in yellow, purple, orange, and green colors; "parti sapphires" show two or more colors. Red corundum stones also occur, but are called rubies rather than sapphires. Pink-colored corundum may be classified either as ruby or sapphire depending on locale. Commonly, natural sapphires are cut and polished into gemstones and worn in jewelry. They also may be created synthetically in laboratories for industrial or decorative purposes in large crystal boules. Because of the remarkable hardness of sapphires – 9 on the Mohs scale (the third hardest mineral, after diamond at 10 and moissanite at 9.5) – sapphires are also used in some non-ornamental applications, such as infrared optical components, high-durability windows, wristwatch crystals and movement bearings, and very thin electronic wafers, which are used as the insulating substrates of special-purpose solid-state electronics such as integrated circuits and GaN-based blue LEDs. Sapphire is the birthstone for September and the gem of the 45th anniversary. A sapphire jubilee occurs after 65 years.

Sapphire is one of the two gem-varieties of corundum, the other being ruby (defined as corundum in a shade of red). Although blue is the best-known sapphire color, they occur in other colors, including gray and black, and also can be colorless. A pinkish orange variety of sapphire is called padparadscha.

Significant sapphire deposits are found in Australia, Afghanistan, Cambodia, Cameroon, China (Shandong), Colombia, Ethiopia, India Jammu and Kashmir (Padder, Kishtwar), Kenya, Laos, Madagascar, Malawi, Mozambique, Myanmar (Burma), Nigeria, Rwanda, Sri Lanka, Tanzania, Thailand, United States (Montana) and Vietnam. Sapphire and rubies are often found in the same geographical settings, but they generally have different geological formations. For example, both ruby and sapphire are found in Myanmar's Mogok Stone Tract, but the rubies form in marble, while the sapphire forms in granitic pegmatites or corundum syenites.

Every sapphire mine produces a wide range of quality, and origin is not a guarantee of quality. For sapphire, Jammu and Kashmir receives the highest premium, although Burma, Sri Lanka, and Madagascar also produce large quantities of fine quality gems.

The cost of natural sapphires varies depending on their color, clarity, size, cut, and overall quality. Sapphires that are completely untreated are worth far more than those that have been treated. Geographical origin also has a major impact on price. For most gems of one carat or more, an independent report from a respected laboratory such as GIA, Lotus Gemology, or SSEF, is often required by buyers before they will make a purchase.

[ambroziadelphine]

Witches Road | Tobirama Senju x Princess! Reader

The Kaiki clan was known for its power, though not many knew what their Kekkei Genkai was, especially after the Uzumaki massacre, but all know anyone who knows has either disappeared or wound up dead. They were the rulers and royals of their village and they locked it down as soon as they got word if the nations eliminating a clan purely based on fear of their power. They were also extremely self-sufficient, which made them a bigger target for enemies given how little they care for interacting with the rest of the world at all. At least, until now.

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"Lord Hashirama!" The birdkeepers assistant burst through the door, interrupting the two Senju brothers in their deep discussion about how to strengthen the hidden leaf's defenses. Tobirama glared at him as he suddenly bowed his head, panting for him running, the older brother furrowed his brows at the disheveled man.

"What is it?" He asked, the assistant handing him a scroll no one had ever seen the likes of before. It was red, with deep purple and black swirls and waves, a shining golden fox decorating the outside with a small square letter attached to the gold ribbon holding the scroll together. Hashirama looked up at the assistant, expecting some explanation to what this was, the young man turning the small square letter over, a clear clan symbol they had never encountered before on it, a moon in a sun, made out of gold with a stunningly clear moissanite gem in the center of the symbol.

"Its the Kaiki clan symbol." He said, the two brothers eyes widening as they stared at the scroll, Hashirama realizing just how precious this letter was, as if he was holding pure gold.

"The Kaiki clan?" Tobirama muttered, his eyes turning to his brother who held it, staring as if he was dumbstruck by what could only be a gift. "Open it, you idiot." He rushed, urging his brother to open it. Hashirama seemed to snap out of it, hurridly opening the small letter to reveal a blank paper, only for words to slowly appear on the page in gold writing.

"We, the Kaiki clan hope this may find you well, Hokage Hashirama Senju of the Leaf. We wish to discuss the possibility of allying our villages by extending an invitation for you, Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju, and Madara Uchiha to join us in our yearly Beltane celebration on the end of the month.." Hashirama read, trailing off as he realized with joy what he was really reading. They wanted an alliance, they wanted to become an ally of the leaf! This is amazing! "They want an alliance? Tobirama.. this is.." He stared at the paper is disbelief as his younger brother groaned.

"Just keep reading it, brother!" He scolded, Hashirama's eyes darting back to the words he had last read.

"If you choose to accept this invitation, please use this scroll for safe passage. The Witches Road will be your path to travel, and a clan member will be waiting for you on the other side of the door to lead you to our kingdom.

As King Hanssa Kaiki, I personally hope you will accept. My family is quite eager to meet you all, Lord Hashirama. I hope this can be the start of a strong alliance between our people." He finished, Tobirama taking it from his hands and reading it over again, looking to the scroll in confusion.

"What kind of cryptic message is this? What is the Witches road? I've never even heard of this." He scoffed, Hashirama looking at him appalled before turning to the assistant.

"Please have someone get Madara." He said, Tobirama looking at him in shock.

"You cant seriously think about bringing him!" He argues, Hashirama sighing as he pointed to the Uchiha's own name in the letter.

"He's been invited by name, so he must also attend if we are to go. End of discussion." He said, the younger Senju huffing as he stood up from where he sat on the edge of the desk.

"He may just end up costing us this alliance, I hope you do realize that." He said, stomping off.

"Just prepare to leave, we must find this witches road soon is we are to make their celebration." He said just before the door closed, still looking at the letter before his brows furrowed, his fingers rubbing the paper slightly before something slipped and a second page seemed to unstick itself from the back of the first page. Hashirama's eyes widened as he realized there was indeed more to this letter, and now he was left to read it alone, with Tobirama and the assistant having left.

'This alliance, would be one through marriage. The princesses Gloria and Daliha are my eldest daughters, and both have agreed to marry someone of important status from your village; acknowleging you are married yourself, Lord Hashirama, we are suggesting Tobirama Senju or Madara Uchiha as the suitor we are looking for. Should the alliance be accepted and upheld, we are willing to share resources, clan secrets and jutsus unique to our kingdom with your village.

Please be aware that my daughters will have as much say in who they marry as Tobirama and Madara will. If any mistreatment or harm comes to either of my daughters from this alliance, be it now or in the future, I have the authority to revoke this aliance and will if I deem so fit. I am a reasonable man, and I am committed to ensuring my daughters a safe life. I am a king, but I am still a father. All of you should not forget this if you step foot on my land.'

Oh.. he didn't know if either of the men would agree to this, but it may not be bad to try and get either of them a wife to settle down. The king is quite protective from the sounds of it, so he just hoped that his brother and best friend had enough sense of mind to treat these women well. For all of their sakes.

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"I still cannot believe they would have invited you of all people." Tobirama muttered as we all gathered in a hidden room by the Hokage's office, just a plain stone room like the small directions he could find in the pages King Hanssa left them told them to be in.

"I am head of the Uchiha clan. I feel it would be idiotic if they didn't." Madara snickered, Tobirama rolling his eyes.

"I can't believe they've invited us at all." Hashirama mused, looking at the small instructions, laying the scroll on the ground as he untied the ribbon. He unrolled the first bit, and suddenly, it burst open with a pure golden fox that appeared out of the scroll, pushing the Senju to the floor as it danced around the room for a moment.

"What kind of Jutsu is this?" Tobirama asked, staring at it in awe as it left tall glowing beings in its wake around the room, 5 in total, creating a circle that Hashirama sat just inside of. The fox walked up to him and tilted its head, Hashirama stared in confusion before the fox huffed and moved to try and drag him out of the circle, Tobirama and Madara helping him up as the fox chirped in joy, prancing back to the middle of the circle and turning into gold mist, the golden figures creating statues of gold and white marble women in robes, their arms out at their sides as they bowed their heads. A small bell ringing before the lips of the statues started to move.

"Seekest thou the road, To all that's foul and fair." One sang, the three men looking at each other in confusion.

"What is this?" Hashirama breathed, watching in awe.

"Gather sisters fire, water, earth and air" another statue sang.

"Some kind of Jutsu they've invented?" Tobirama wondered, eyeing the small line of gold runes bordering the women.

"Darkest hour, wake thy power, Earthly and divine

Burn and brew with coven true, And glory shall be thine" They sang together, sending chills down the men's spines, a strange wind seeming to rush through the air.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road" they sang a light starting to come from the floor beneath them. "Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road" Madara knelt beside the edge of the light, inspecting it as it made a pentagon, carving the shape into the stone floor.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road" they sang again. "Circle Sewn With Fate, Unlock thy hidden gate." Another bell sounded.

"Ive never seen anything like this." Hashirama mused, Tobirama silent as he watched the golden lips of the statues move, nothing else of their face visible.

"Marching ever forward 'neath the wooded shrine" their voices were almost hauntingly beautiful. "I stray not from the path, I hold Death's hand in mine..." The mention of death was eery, but this was their safe passage, was it not?

"Primal night giveth sight, Familiar by thy side. If one be gone, we carry on, Spirit as our guide..." Madara stepped back as it seemed the glowing got brighter, a circle in the pentagon with a star appearing.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road. Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road" the voiced started to overlap, echoing in the dark room. "Down, down, down the road, down the Witches Road. Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road."their voiced were ringing in the mens ears, all on their hairs standing on end as they watched the ballad continue cautiously.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road. Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road" The light getting even bright, we had to look away.

"Blood and tears and bone" The light died, and we looked so see a pentagon wooden door on the floor, still glowing on its edges.

"Maiden Mother Crone." The statues finished before reverting to their original still position. The three men looked at the door with suspicion, glancing at each other only for Madara to strive forward, his bag in hand.

"Guess that explains what door they meant." He said, Tobirama and Hashirama trying to stop him as he grabbed the doors handles.

"Wait!" Hashirama exclaimed, Madara rolling his eyes and looking back at him.

"What?" He asked making Tobirama scoff.

"It could be a trap, you idiot." He said, though at that Madara just shoved them off and pulled the doors open, a stone spiral staircase leading down into who knows where.

"The road is wild and wicked, Winding through the wood." A single female voice was singing now, stopping the men in their tracks. "Whеre all that's wrong is right, And all that's bad is good." The voice was further away from them, slight steps could be heard, as if stepping on crunched leaves.

"Someone's down there?" Hashirama asked quietly as the men stayed there still and waiting.

"Through many miles of tricks and trials, Well wander high and low." She sounded beautiful, somehow more so then the ballad of haunting voices from just moments before, the ballad you were continuing to sing. "Tame your fears, a door appears. The time has come to go." Her voice help power, confidence, something that made you feel something in your chest calling to you.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road, Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road." Before Madara even knew it, he was stalking down the steps quietly, Hashirama and Tobirama trying to pull him back, but they only nearly fell down the stairs themselves. "Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road. Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road." Oh, how Tobirama longed to see the face that voice came from, like it made his heart ache for some strange reason.

"Down, down, down the road, down the Witches' Road. Down the witches road, down the Witches' Road." Her voice grew quieter, the song in its end.

"Follow me, my friend, To glory at the end." She finished, Madara was already completely out of our sight by now, Hashirama quickly following after as Tobirama scoffed and ran after them, only for the Senju brothers to hear and see nothing but a dark, unusual looking forest in front of them, a dark green and purple leaf littered path lit up for them, but no sign of Madara or the girl. Well, until she cleared her throat behind them and they saw Madara being suspended over dirt, vine-like things coming briefly out of the ground to touch his back or hair, like it wanted to pull him under. A bright pinkish red light, almost similar to electricity keeping him suspended, the light leading to the hand on a women perched in a tree, a long red and purple coat and dark pants as her outfit, littered with small trinkets and jewelry that gave an almost supernatural feeling from her. She didn't seem normal, especially with how she so easily had Madara seemingly hanging in the air without even a touch.

"Why are you here?" She asked, her tone firm, and Tobirama couldn't help but stare, not because of her power, but her eyes. Her eyes were pink and gold, her hair a striking red, a proper cherry red he thought.

"We were invited!" Hashirama said quickly, taking out the scroll and note and holding them out to her. She squinted at him before bursting into a shadow of the pinkish red and reappearing with the same shadow in front of the Senju brothers, taking the small note, turning it over to the symbol as she put a finger over the gem, the pinkish red mist reflecting brilliantly on the gem, leaving beautiful refractions in the air and across her. She smiled and snapped her fingers, Madara was lifted up, placed firmly on the ground as she gave a small bow.

"Welcome, Lord Hashirama. Please be aware that next time, we expect the person who has the physical invitation to enter first." She said, turning to Madara. "I apologize, we do not let many people in, so I suppose I may have reacted quite quickly without much thought to you." I said, he smirked at me and gave a small chuckle.

"Oh, we are aware how closed off the Kaiki clan has made themselves. Im sure all nations know that much, at least." He said, making me chuckle and smile.

"Forgive me. After how the nations reacted to the Uzumaki clan, we are quite cautious around others. We do not wish to have an end like they did." She said, turning to Hashirama once more.

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"Am I to assume you two are Lord Tobirama and Madara?" I asked, referring to the two unidentified men as I looked between them, Tobirama snapping out of his kind of trance and giving a bow.

"Tobirama Senju, and you are?" He asked, me smile widening.

"Princess Vidia, the eldest of the royal family." I said, grinning at their shocked faces.

"Im sorry, I thought the eldest princesses were Gloria and Dahlia?" Hashirama asked making me chuckle.

"They are the oldest princesses that are currently in line to be married. I have taken over as the guardian of my kingdom since my coronation 3 years ago." I explained, not noticing the slight disappointment in Tobirama's features. "Since I am the guardian, it is also my duty to lead guests through the witch's road to the kingdom, which we may want to do soon, seeing as the forest can make people easily paranoid when it gets darker." I said, moving to the path forward, the men following me.

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The forest was dark and damp, lush plants both familiar and new, the darkening sky letting the forest literally glow under the moonlight. The walk was quiet, but I knew this place like the back of my hand, I knew exactly where to go to get to our kingdom.

"What.. what is this place?" Hashirama asked me, a sly smirk coming across my face.

"This, is the witches road. Our elders made it to ensure complete protection from other nations." I explained, their eyes widening, though Madara scoffed.

"How can a road guarantee complete protection from the rest of the world?" He asked making me grin.

"What country is the Kaiki clan in?" I asked him, his smug look dying for a moment as all three men realized they didn't know the answer to that question. "I'll give you a hint." I said, just as we came across a wall of vines.

"You cannot get here on foot." I said, the thorned vines parting to reveal a gold, red and purple kingdom, filled with just as many plants as the forest, a giant waterfall towering in the back of the kingdom right beside the grand castle. It wasn't until I took my coat off and walked to the right did they step closer to the edge, realizing a startling truth as clouds were their only sight below, as even the waterfall dropped into nothing. The kingdom.. was floating, and they had much distance still between the road and the kingdom.

"H-How are we going to get over there?" Hashirama asked, I chuckled and pulled an old lever on the stone wall, large mossy circular stone platforms hovering in the air to create a bridge.

"We take the bridge." I said as I tied my coat to my waist before letting my chakra fill my fist, slamming it into a large moissanite wedged into the stone, the pinkish red hue making a ripple as it glowed. The platforms now locked together in place to form a full solid bridge, pinkish red wisps and sparks filling all gaps. I walked back over to them and laughed at their astonished expressions. "the stones have runes carves around the edges, its like a conduit that connects to the energy of the kingdom, which keeps everything running accordingly. I use my own energy to fill in the gaps and keep the bridge stable while we need it, otherwise the platforms would be very wobbly to stand on for others." I explained, taking a step on even though Tobirama grabbed my arm to hold me back, my foot only stepping on air, but stopping as it connected with my energy, acting as a hard surface. I chuckled and gently pulled my arm from his grasp, not looking back until I had fully walked onto the first platform, turning back to their wide and disbelieving eyes.

"This is.. how is this possible?" Madara asked, looking at me as Tobirama looked at me cautiously, eyeing where my feet stood. I smiled and held a hand out to him which he eyed for a moment.

"This is our chakra. This is how we have always lived." I said, Tobirama's eyes connecting with mine as he hesitantly took my hand, taking a step onto the platform with my guide and he breathed a breath of amazement as his feet felt the solid ground, cautiously standing on pure air as Hashirama gave a small laugh of astonishment.

"This is amazing." He breathed, taking a step onto the pink and looking at Madara like a child who's going swimming for the first time in summer. I giggled at their amazement, my eyes closing momentarily only to catch Tobirama's gaze when I opened them again. I blushed slightly and averted my gaze from his intense one, like I was some prized artifact he's only ever thought of seeing.

"We'd better keep walking, the kingdom is preparing a feast for your arrival." I said, letting my hand fall from his as I turned around to continue walking.

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"Vivi!" My little brother Dezu yelled, running up to me as we entered the throne room, my two younger brothers and my 3 younger sisters all there, Gloria and Dahlia were playing with Dezu and Clairice, our youngest sister as the second oldest of the family, Musan leaned against a pillar smiling at them all laughing.

"Vidi!!!" Clairice yelled too as soon as she also saw me, I knelt down and caught them both in my arms only for Clairice to look behind me at the three men and she shrank to hide herself from their view. "Vidi, who's they?" She asked making me chuckle. She was 6, but so so sweet and I loved her to bits.

"These are our guests from the Leaf Village." I said, taking her in my arms as I held Dezu's hand, turning to them.

"Gentlemen, this is the youngest princess and prince we have here. My brother Dezu and my sister Clairice" I said, Hashirama practically melting at the sight of her sweet and shy face as she cautiously looked at all of them, hiding her face in my neck, making me chuckle.

"Oh, she is so adorable." He cooed at her, Clairice briefly making eye contact with him for a moment as he stared in awe at her purple and gold eyes, her dark brownish red hair in curled pigtails giving her all the more delicate looking. Dezu walked up to Madara and squinted at him as if sizing up an opponent.

"I'm gonna be king one day." He said, making me snort, Madara blinking at him for a moment in amusement.

"Oh really?" He asked, my brother nodding as Musan walked over with my other sisters.

"Get in line, Dez, you still have to wait for dad and me to step down before you get a crack at ruling." Musan chuckled, looking at the men and holding a hand out for Hashirama. "I take it you must be Lord Hashirama." He asked, smiling as the man shook his hand, a kind look on his face. My brother was 19, 2 years younger than me.

"I'm Musan, second oldest and heir of the Kaiki family." He said as Hashirama shook his hand, my brother turning to me with a slight frown as I rubbed my shoulders, my back aching from all the sitting and waiting for them before. "Vi, why dont you go get Father? Im sure he's in his study right now." He said, and I smiled but shook my head, straightening up.

"If you're trying to get me to leave out of concern, brother, i can assure you, I am fine, and we both know hes almost here already." I said, laughing him off as I did actually hear my dad coming, the sound of his footsteps and a dragging noise could be heard ever so faintly getting louder.

"Gloria, Dahlia, why dont you come meet our guests?" I asked, Gloria grinning as she led a more bored looking Dahlia over to us. Gloria had long strawberry blonde hair with electric blue and gold eyes, Dahlia had deep brown and gold eyes and light brown hair. Both were wearing elegant but modest dresses, Dahlia's with more of an open collar as her Black Dahlia markings along her shoulders and collarbone stood prominent; Gloria had faint rose gold morning glorys on her neck and wrists. They gave light bows, Madara smirking as he and the others also gave a light bow to them.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, I am Madara Uchiha, Head of the Uchiha clan." He greeted, taking Gloria's hand and kissing it causing her to blush and giggle.

"I am Gloria Kaiki, second eldest daughter of the Kaiki royal family." She greeted, Dahlia looked to the side and sighed, Gloria nudging her.

"I am Dahlia, third eldest of the royal family." She said, sounding almost bored as she drifted closer to me, advising against touching any of the men as her more timid side came out.

"I see you've all started greeting them without me." My fathers lighthearted voice called as the doors across the room opened, my father stepping out with his large feathered wings dragging behind him and towering over him. "I am most pleased you all have accepted my invitation, and I do apologize for not disclosing the.. strange way to come here. I have gone to great lengths to protect my loved ones, I hope you can understand why." He said, standing in front of them as he outstretched a hand, which Hashirama took, though his face was obvious in showing his distraction due to my dads impressive wings. Clairice climbed out of my arms to stand behind my dads leg. He looked down at her and chuckled, looking back up at the men when he dropped his hand.

"I hope my children have not given you any trouble. Clairice is my youngest at 6, so they can be quite the handful sometimes when everyone is busy, but they all mean well." He smiled, shaking Madara and Tobirama's hands, the both of them obviously intrigued by my fathers form as well. He paused and chuckled, folding his hands behind his back. "Staring will not get any of your questions answered, but asking your questions will. Why dont i have you shown to where you may stay, and then once you are all settled, we may speak in my study further? We have our beltane celebrations starting in the next 3 days, so we should have plenty of time to discuss details." He suggested, finally getting their attention off of his wings. I think this was the first time the Kaiki clan had been physically seen in at least half a century, so its no wonder they are surprised.

"What exactly is Beltane?" Madara asked, my father smiling widely.

"It's our annual spring festival. A celebration of the beginning of summer and the harvest season." He explained, though I doubted it cleared much up.

"We have celebrations involving dancing, large bonfires, music, a festival, a feast each night of celebration, and a night of youth." I further explained, Tobirama furrowing his brows, though Madara looked intrigued by this.

"Night of youth?" Tobirama asked, my brother and Dahlia snickering as I chuckled.

"Basically, a dance where the last partner you dance with when the music ends is who you're fated to be with. Its how our people find a partner. You two then spend the night together however you may wish, with a little gift basket for any.. activities you do." I explained with a grin, Hashirama's face going red as it seemed almost like his mouth had gone dry, Tobirama seeming to tense as Madara grinned widely. "It is quite common for the night of youth to lead to our medical shinobi being quite busy 9 months from now. Beltane is a celebration to pray for fertility for both the soil and women here, after all." I mused, my brother rolling his eyes at that.

"Vidia has never partaken in it. She chooses to watch as 'the chaos unfolds,' as she says." Musan said as I crossed my arms.

"So sorry, no one here has made me want to. Besides, men here don't exactly have the.. excitement I need." I mused, turning around as I waved and turned to leave. "Besides, you and I both know being the guardian makes it quite difficult to find someone that can handle me." I said before my father sighed.

"And where are you going?" He asked me as I turned around, my back, which was exposed from my almost halter like top, suddenly bursting with two large grey dove wings as I smirked at the men who looked at me with shock and interest.

"I've still got a few patrols I've got to do. Dont worry, dad, I'll meet you all for dinner." I said before giving a small bow to the three guests. "It was a pleasure meeting you all. I hope you enjoy your stay." I said with a smile to them all before taking my leave, the door to the shallow railed balcony closing just in time for them to catch a glimpse of my wings spreading as I stepped towards the edge.

To Be Continued...

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I finished OC-Tober's day 11 Hot Cocoa Palette

[gemsona-advice]

HEYYY ‼️

got any ideas for fusions for RD + each individual crystal gem? (garnet, ruby, sapphire, amethyst, pearl, rose, steven) and also weapon ideas (RD has an axe)

HII CJHDSJUS SORRY IT';S BEEN SO LONG- I had a half finished reply for this before getting my computer fixed but it appears to have failed to save as a draft I love Tumblr /s CJKDSJFD

But anyway fresh start I suppose !!!

Red Diamond + Garnet = taaffeite, with a hamxe or a trench knife as a weapon Red Diamond + Ruby = painite, with a smaller trench knife/hamaxe as a weapon considering Ruby just uses one gauntlet whereas Garnet uses two cjkJDSJK Red Diamond + Sapphire = charoite, with the axe as a weapon considering Sapphire canonically has none/doesn't use it if she does have one Red Diamond + Amethyst = lepidolite, with one of those segmented-whip swords as a weapon Red Diamond + Pearl = (purple?) moissanite, with... maybe a lance as a weapon? Red Diamond + Steven = I mean I suppose they'd just be like... magenta diamond?? Reddish-pink diamond?? But if we want a non-diamond perhaps rubellite? Their weapon would most likely just be using the shield + axe at the same time, but I think someting akin to a circular saw could work otherwise?

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[ask-thedawnseekers]

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It's a beautifully carved rosewood boxed, varnished to a shine. Inside, resting on a cushion of red velvet is a red spider lily flower, but made entirely out of a clear, multicolored crystal. The base color is white but many others shine through: aqua, blue, purple, pink, orange. Like an opal and a moissanite. It picks up even the most minuscule amount of light, reflecting and refracting it.

Massive hands held the delicate construction. There were no notes or indications on who had sent it. Solana set it back in the box after several long minutes of holding the crystal flower.

She placed it carefully on a shelf with the lid open so she could look upon it whenever she turned her face in that direction. "well, I'm grateful, whoever you are mysterious gift giver."

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Some headshot doodles of gems that are crucial to the lore of Luminescence

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

just gonna take this chance to yell a little bit about moissanite (mwah-sa-nite), possibly the sparkliest gems on earth

it does occur naturally BUT due to extreme rarity moissanite gems these days are all lab created, and WOW it's so pretty; it's more refractive than diamonds, too, like cmon look at this

it's also more durable than diamonds, and almost as hard. in normal light, these colorless gems also look visually similar, except that moissanite has more ✨ glitter ✨

all the clarity, more of the fire and sparkle, and none of the child labor -- at a fraction of the cost of a diamond!! she just keeps winning!!!

AND THEN, IF YOU LIKE MORE COLOR: "fancy" colored moissanite is available in purple and blue and yellow and red and green and basically anything you want; the color is also permanent (as long as you're not exposing the gem to temps in excess of 1020° F, which, um, you probably won't lol) REALLY JUST LOOK AT THESE

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Man made crystals are so cool it’s so sad everyone who likes rocks is out for blood if you post man made crystals. I love you opalite I love you lab created opal I love you bismuth I love you HTA citrine I love you goldstone