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Infernal Shadows 02
Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadnât expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.
Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it.
Song for this chapter: HAUSER - Adagio (Albinoni)
A/N: Iâm so glad part one did well! I really liked this idea and hoped other people would too. As always comment if you want to be tagged and I will tag you in the next post! I wanted this to be three parts, but depending on how much I can fit in this chapter and the next one, Iâll see if I need to make four parts. The song at the beginning of this chapter is meant to be played when the line â The music picked upâ Is read. Skip to 5:35 for it to play smoothly, or as smoothly as possible.
Word count: 3.k or something over that idk I got too lazy to count :(
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Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part One. // Part three.
Within, the grand foyer unveiled itself, revealing a sweeping staircase adorned with a rich, mahogany handrail in stark contrast against a black and white color scheme. Crystal chandeliers, dangling from lofty black ceilings, cast their brilliance upon white walls adorned with ornate mirrors. Plush Victorian-era furnishings, upholstered in rich black and white fabrics, adorned the parlor rooms, establishing cozy settings for guests to assemble and engage in enriching conversations. Each room murmured tales of a past era â intricately patterned black and white wallpaper, frames gilded in black to showcase classical art, and a subtle aroma of aged wood and lavender lingering in the air, harmonizing with the monochromatic elegance. The guests walking in all marveled at the details of the mansion.
Charlotte and Vagatha both stepped in, Charlotte in awe of the detailing. A shadow figure bent down slightly to offer her a drink, to which she happily took.
âVaggie this is all so beautiful. I hope I can make a good impression.â Charlotte said, turning to her partner to ease her nerves. Vagatha just smiled, a hand on her shoulder lovingly.
âYouâre gonna do great babe, besides, thereâs so many people here, if one likes it Iâm sure other people will get on board too.â Vagatha said.
âOr they can laugh at you if one person points out how ridiculous it is.â Husk said, chugging his drink before placing it back on the servers tray.
âThanks for the kind words Husk.â Vagatha said sarcastically. He just shrugged, looking towards the bar area which was practically calling him over.
Upstairs in your room, you stared at yourself in the mirror as your shadows made the finishing touches on your outfit. Draped in a long, elegant black gown that gracefully embraced your commanding figure, the fabric cascaded like shadows. Delicate chain motifs intertwine with the dress, creating an alluring dance of darkness. A chain belt cinches your waist, a subtle nod to your captivating ability to ensnare and command over your shadows. Completing the regalia, silver chain cuffs adorn your wrists, reflecting both power and refinement.
âMadame, the guests are all in the lobby awaiting your arrival.â One of the shadows said. You nodded, stepping down from your showcase, winking to yourself in the mirror before chuckling to yourself. A shadow approaches you, bowing in respect before holding out a tray with your drink, a contrast to your dark colors. You take the glass in your hand, another shadow lightly putting a thermometer in your drink so itâs the perfect temperature for you, fifteen point five degrees Celsius. The liquid is a light yellow-ish green, Lafite-Rothschild, an expensive French wine you tried in 1906 when you were alive. Lifting it to your lips, you take a long sip and sigh, the spicy and earth notes, mixed with a hint of tobacco and red Barrieâs dance on your tongue like a performance of Gavotte. You pull back with a sigh, setting the glass down, a perfect Ridel Vinum Bordeaux, personally crafted for you as the bottom of the glass is a Smokey black, fading into clear glass towards the top.
âLetâs get this Gala started shall we~?â
In the lobby, guests were socializing amongst themselves. Velvet, Vox and Valentino had split for a short while. After the incident outside, the two overlords wouldnât stop tantalizing the picture box about his fit of frustration dealing with the Radio Demon. From the lobby, there were large crystal doors revealing the back exterior of the house. The greenery was just perfect, with cobblestone flooring revealing another bloody fountain. Vox stood with his drink, speaking to some sinner he couldnât remember the name of, about how well his business was going.
âYou ever get,â Vox asked, eyeing one of the shadows who stood in a corner, white eyes soulless as they held out drinks to guests. âCreeped out by those, things?â Vox asked, turning back to the sinner. He just scoffed.
âPlease, theyâre always around and as far as I know, harmless.â The sinner said. At that, a shadow appeared between the two, taking their empty glasses and replacing it with new, full ones. Vox tried his hardest not to seem alarmed at this, and took the glass silently, sipping his drink slowly as it floated away. It was then he took in the shadows appearance. They all looked the same. Tall figures, Smokey outlines, but no feel or hands, just a faded end to their limbs. Their eyes were white and soulless, almost as it they were vacant, a shell of what they used to be. There were no facial features, just two white circles and a thin white line for their mouth. Each one however, had a light Smokey chain around their chest, wrapped in the shape of an X.
âWhat are the chains for then? Theyâre pretty much smoke, what do they need chains forever?â Vox asked. The associate laughed, but before he could answer, another overlord stepped in.
âThey have chains because theyâre claimed souls.â Fredrick Von Eldritch says, his sister Bethesda in toe. The two grin, a shadow following behind them with a tray of their drinks. âIf you get invited to the gala long enough, you get a personal one.â He said with a wink, gesturing to the shadow behind the two.
âTheyâre quite cute once you get used to them.â Bethesda said with a smile, cooing at the shadow lightly. Yet, it still remained expressionless.
âActually, now that you say that.â The sinner says, looking around for a moment. âItâs been awfully quiet with a laugh track being played.â He says, referring to Alastor. Vox just rolls his eyes.
âWho gives a shit about where that old timey freak is?â Vox asks. Fredrick and Bethesda snicker to each other, catching Voxâs attention.
âProbably hunting for his dear Madame.â Bethesda said dramatically, laying her head on her brothers shoulder and batting her lashes playfully. Fredrick and the sinner laughed at his sisters antics, but Vox grew serious.
âWhat does that mean? He knows her?â Vox asked, to which Fredrick scoffed, finishing his drink before reaching for another off the shadows server tray.
âOf course he does. She died before him, and theyâre the closest overlords in time period. Well, aside from Zestial and her.â Fredrick explained. Vox didnât say anything else, instead looking to the red âmoonâ of hell, before glancing at the blood fountain. He had heard rumors about being at the Madameâs table, and how she gave the inside to all her projects and plans before the next extermination. Apparently, this year was supposed to be âdifferentâ as people had been talking.
âWhen does this dinner start anyway? Weâve been standing out here for two hours.â Vox said annoyed.
âIn a few minutes, Madame will make her grand entrance. She will socialize with the guests as it is polite to have one on one time with them. Then she will spend the rest of the time while the orchestra gets together deciding on contenders to sit at her table.â A shadow walking by said, stopping to stare at Vox. âMadame is always watching.â It then said, turning to serve other guests. Vox said nothing, instead turning on his heel and making his way inside the mansion. How could someone feel suffocated outside? Fredrick and Bethesda said nothing, watching him go, but sharing a glance between each other before making their leave too, leaving the sinner all by his lonesome.
Inside, Charlotte and Vagatha conversed about how she could get people behind her project.
âMaybe if I sing-â
âPlease no. These people are tooâŠâ Vagatha said, glancing around the room. Everyone seemed too, fake. Vagatha knew Charlotte being herself around these people would do absolutely no good to the hotel, and though she hated telling Charlotte these things, she knew her kindness would be frowned upon, and made fun of. âSerious for that kind of thing.â Vagatha finished, taking a sip of her champagne. She settled for champagne in a flute while Charlotte drank water, wanting to hydrate herself in hopes to calm her nerves.
âI heard that Madame might be making her entrance soon.â Charlotte said nervously, looking around. She half expected her parents to show up, but knew how they rarely liked getting involved in overlord affairs. Sheâd be surprised if they showed up.
âThen when she does you can try to pitch your idea to her.â Vagatha said supportively. Charlotte just smiled and nodded, hoping someone would listen to her. She had tried practicing on two sinners moments ago, to which they both laughed and called her delusional. The defeat was beginning to get to her, and she hadnât even started yet.
With Velvet, she began studying the interior of the old-styled mansion. She was trying her hardest to not be too rude about it, but of course she had her comments, but ultimately kept them to herself. Cramoisie, your fashion line, was the top fashion brand in hell, everyone wanted a piece of it. Velvet had never had an article for herself, despite trying her hardest to get something, anything, even a sample. But people feigned for it like drugs. Velvets line was successful sure, but with your validation and guidance, she could become perfection, the same way you were. Everyone in hell looked up to you, shit, you had even gotten Lilithâs praise as she was photographed wearing a custom piece you designed for her. Your work was art in its purist form, and Velvet kept a close eye on her other colleagues to make sure they didnât fuck your chance up. Velvet had her assistant hold samples and sketches of designs Velvet had been working on, wanting to show you her best work in hopes of winning you over. She could brag about having you support her line, and her fans would die of excitement. Maybe, she could get you to design her a custom piece, or Velvet could design one for you. The possibilities were limitless, if you agreed to meet with her of course. But that was all the more reason why she needed to make sure she had a seat at your table tonight. She needed to get close to you.
âAre you fucking high?â Velvet whispered to Valentino, who just chuckled softly at her.
âWhatâs the matter hermosa? Just enjoy the Gala, weâre here to have fun right?â He asked with a giggle. Velvet huffed, deciding to find Vox, hoping he could straighten Valentino out. Valentino would not fuck up her chance tonight.
Near the large staircase in the middle of the room, Alastor stood, glass of whiskey in his clawed hands. He smiles, humming to himself while quietly back up into a wall, careful to scan the room quickly before he disappears into the shadows. Then, moments later, appears in a room separate from the gala. Itâs a study, your study. Alastor takes a step forward and quickly the shadows in the room seemed to deepen, casting larger, more dramatic silhouettes that seemed to dance on the walls. The interplay of darkness and light only heightened the mysterious allure of the study. In the midst of this chiaroscuro ambiance, Alastor found himself surrounded by an atmosphere that mirrored the complex nature of the figure depicted in the portrait hanging above the fireplace, which was in the far back wall of the study. It was the only light source in the room. Black wooden shelves lined against the tall walls, showcasing famous pieces of literature, all hand picked and to your liking. The fire place, crafted with dark marble, commanded his attention. Above the mantel, a striking portrait of Madame hung, capturing his focus, like a trance. The image portrayed a being universally admired, yet equally feared; someone who elicited both admiration and intimidation all at once, you.
âHm, hiding now are we?â Alastor asks with a grin, tutting lightly. âThatâs not very proper of you Madame~â He says, calling out to you. Seconds later, a dark shadow appears in the corner of the room, taking up the entire corner, before a shadowy figure steps out. Similar to the servantâs out in the lobby, Alastorâs eye twitchâs slightly.
âOh donât be so pissy. You know no one gets to see me before my entrance.â You say, the shadow expressionless, but Alastor can hear your tone through the figure, taunting him. He sighs, setting his staff on a slant along his foot.
âAnd here I thought I could connect with an old friend.â Alastor said with a chuckle, staring down the shadowy figure, hoping his gaze would ease you to show yourself to him. But alas, stuck in your ways, you didnât show yourself, instead laughing, though the figure did not open its mouth, making your âshadow a-presenceâ all the more eerie.
âIf you really want to speak with me it can wait until my entrance. I should be done soon.â You say, before Alastor just smiles, tossing his staff from hand to hand.
âWell if youâre really going to make me wait, mind you speed the process up a bit? You know it doesnât take much to make you look breath-taking.â Alastor compliments, but earns a scoff from you.
âOh please, donât start with me âRadio Demon.ââ You mock, before the shadow figure begins to step back.
âWait, a moment before you go.â Alastor says, standing his staff on the floor. The shadow figure stops, before you speak again.
âMake it quick. You know how much energy it takes to keep this up.â You say.
âSo, about this hotel business. I know sheâs planning to talk to you about it.â
âYes the idea you tell me so much about.â You say sarcastically. Alastor had told you bits and pieces about the princessâs project, but didnât tell you what it was for exactly, leaving you to wonder how important it really was if even he wouldnât speak on it.
âWell you know how much I crave entertainment. Is it possible to make a request for the seating arraignment tonight?â Alastor asks. You laugh, figure still unmoving.
âHumorous to think you even have a seat. Youâve been gone for what? Seven years?â You say with a scoff.
âYouâve been gone decades my dear, you didnât even show up to your last twenty galaâs, having your pity shadows do it for you. I doubt you should be speaking on the matter.â
At that, you chuckle to yourself before the shadow begins to back into the corner, black smoke enveloping the corner like a cloud. âI presume you would be correct. Well, Iâm off now. Donât sneak into my quarters again.â You say finally before disappearing. Alastor just grins, stepping into his own shadow, joining the other guests.
The shadows had slowly but, eventually ushered the guests into the lobby, everyone gathering around the staircase as the shadows lined up against the railings, the orchestra playing the music you had specifically requested. You were about to make your grand entrance, something you hadnât done in centuries. Everyone stood around, awaiting your arrival, the shadows momentarily disappearing to give the guests more space to crowd around. Candles lit along the walls, as well as floating lights appearing going up the staircase. There, the shadows took their place, two on each step on opposite sides, facing each other. The music picked up, the lights focusing at the top of the stairs. Black smoke began to roll down the steps slowly, the anticipation for your arrival growing. The music gets calm for a moment, a larger shadow figure standing at the top of the staircase. Itâs larger than any of the other shadows in the room, standing at fifteen feet tall. It speaks in a monotone voice, but loud and commanding.
âThank you all for your attendance tonight. The Crimson Gala is held once every year to start the new year with all those who survived the extermination. This being said, Madame would like to say her personal congratulations for not being apart of the bloodshed this year. While the past years she has used me to say that she will unfortunately not be in attendance, I am pleased to say that tonight, along with all the new guests, she will make her grand entrance. Presenting to you, the prowess of darkness and queen of shadows, Madame.â
The lights shine bright, and the shadow vanishes quickly. Velvet shushes Vox and Valentino, eyes practically bulging out of her skull to see you. Alastor just stares, waiting in anticipation. Charlie claps her hands quietly to herself while Vaggie just smiles. Rosie sips her glass, eyes waiting to see what outfit youâve put together this time. At the top of the staircase, a large black smokey circle opens at the bottom of the floor, smoke swirling upwards slowly in a tornado form, smoke getting quicker as it swirls around itself. It gets larger, and guests closer to the stairs have to back up a bit as the wind picks up. Carmilla turns her face to the side, not wanting the wind to mess up her hair too much. Finally, the music picks up again, the peak point in the song, which lasts eight seconds, before the smoke falls to the side in one swoop, leaving you in the midst, now on display for all guests to see. The music continues, the chains against your dress glistening under the light. The music continues the play as you take steps down, looking at the guests. Thereâs a serious expression on your face, but somehow neutral all the same. Your shadows had added last minute black lace gloves, which went up to your forearm. The bottom of your dress had a lace trimming, as well as the bodice being laced with trim along the bust area. The jewelry was a simple black diamond crystal on a metal chain around your neck, paired with black diamond earrings. The cuff links on your hand remained all the same though. Finally reaching the end of the steps, everyone clapped, now finally being graced with your presence.
Velvet was in awe, staring at you with wide eyes like a child being gifted the most precious thing. Her excitement grew enormously, watching you shake hands and socialize with guests. She had never seen you before, after you had gone ghost for centuries, hardly anyone had photos of you. Hell she didnât even know what you sounded like.
Charlie was so excited to meet you. She hadnât seen you in, forever, and was now finally excited to be seen as your equal. Well, that was what she had hoped at least. Having seen a portrait of you in her parents' home when she was younger, she learned of the close relationship between Lilith and you. The anticipation had built over the years, and now, finally, she looked forward to being seen as your equal. Her hope was to hopefully get your support for the hotel, aiming to elevate her standing in the eyes of others. With your backing, she believed people would take both her and the redemption project more seriously, fostering a genuine desire for redemption. Maybe it would even work.
Husk smiled as he watched you socialize with guests. He was glad to finally see you back out again. He never knew why you went into hiding of course, but he never had the balls to ask, so he just stood quiet. When you disappeared, it was after a particularly rough extermination, and he knew something had happened, he just didnât know what. Since then, the world only had glimpses of you to go on. Some sinners were starting to think you were a myth, since you never showed your face at the Crimson Gala, especially since you were the host.
Vox was taken aback, a sense of confusion and unease settling within him. Your presence had caught him off guard; he had anticipated something different, perhaps an older figure. The unexpected impact left him feeling uneasy, realizing the gravity of your influence. It dawned on him why Velvet had stressed the importance of making a favorable impression. Apart from Zestial and the twins, you stood as one of the strongest and most enduring overlords. In Vox's mind, securing your alliance was imperative for the success of his company. Your potential support would make his endeavors foolproof. Everything had to be flawless â not for any personal reasons, of course, but solely for the sake of his company. He needed you.
Making your rounds to guests, you began to get closer to your colleagues. With a wave to Stolas, and a nod to Zeezie, you run into the Radio Demon himself, Alastor. He grins, sharp teeth getting you. He smiles and nods his head, and you nod back. Alastor takes in your stoic expression, before carefully taking in your outfit.
âMy, my, Madame, youâve truly outdone yourself tonight. Your choice in attire is as captivating as ever â a perfect blend of elegance and sensibility. Quite the spectacle for the grand event, donât you think?â He asked, holding his arm out to you. You take it, and the two of you walk around the lobby together, conversing.
âWell you donât look to bad for yourself. Maybe going into hibernation was perfect for you.â You say back, and he grins.
âYouâre too kind darling.â He says, dead heart quickening. He puts a hand to his chest, mocking fragility. âYour words leave me breathless my dear.â He says with false dramatics. You roll your eyes and smack his arm playfully.
âOh please, your ego is quite large enough already, yes?â You ask. He doesnât say much else, but instead, gently moves you to the side while you look at your shadows, now waltzing around in the middle of the lobby, putting on a performance.
âDid you plan that?â Alastor asks. You shake your head.
âNo, but the music is perfect for it, so I let them be. Theyâre already trapped with me, I might as well make them useful.â You say, and Alastor just hums, a laugh track playing. However, as the two of you walk, his track screeches to a halt upon seeing Vox approach the two of you.
âMadame.â Vox says, nodding his head. His expression is serious, and though youâve heard of him, youâve never seen him.
âAh hello. Vox I presume?â You ask, free hand reaching forward to shake his own outstretched hand. The two of you shake hands, and Alastor canât ignore the way he fights to keep his smile. Why he could just shove his staff right into that flace faced fuckers scree-
âAlastor, I suppose youâve met Mr.Vox before, correct?â You ask. Alastor nods with a smile, and you notice the way it stretches almost painfully across his face. It makes you uneasy, but you ignore the feeling. Heâd surely tell about what this is about later on in the night you supposed.
âWhy yes we have! Iâve made him loose his signal quite a few times.â Alastor says with a laugh, his laugh track playing. Vox doesnt say anything, though he doesnt have too as his eye twitching had given enough away. The two clearly did not like each other. Than again, you had felt the same way about Alastor when you first met him, so the feeling was understandable.
âMadame, a dance?â Vox asked, turning his attention back to you. You thought for a moment, before untangling your arm from Alastors and nodding to Vox, taking his outstretched hand to you and leading you to the dance floor, which now had a couple other sinners dancing as well. Alastor held onto his staff tight, but relaxed as you discreetly slid him a card. In white with black lettering, cursive font. Seat number five. He was invited to your table. Guaranteed a seat. That was enough to have him back in light spirits, now searching out his dear friend Rosie to share the good news.
Velvet had been looking for you all over, her assistant close in toe. She had tried her hardest to get to you when you initially made your enterance, but alas you had been too overcrowded with people for her to get to you. She had heard rumors about how you hated rudeness and disrespect. That meant no interruptions, and no loud speaking, or vulgar language. She was sure to keep herself in check, and that meant her colleagues too. So, naturally, you could imagine her shock upon seeing Vox dancing with you on the dance floor, black dress twirling at your feet. You looked so regal, so elegant, flawless. She wanted to be just like you. She waited patiently on the sidelines, waiting for the dance to end. She could see the two of you having a conversation, but couldnât pinpoint what about.
âSo, I presume youâre one of the, newer overlords?â You asked as the two of you danced. Vox chuckled, leading you slowly.
âNew? Well, maybe to you I would be. I heard you havenât really left your own head for quite some time.â Vox says lowly. You nod, letting him dip you.
âYes that would be correct. So what are you supposed to be exactly?â You ask, quite unsure of his purpose. Overlords are meant to have a strong leading purpose in hell, so what was his?
âWell, youâre looking at the head of Vox Tech. A software company.â He says, and you hum in understanding.
âSo modern technology.â You confirm, and he nods, pearly whites shining brightly back at you.
âYouâre looking at the future Madame.â Vox says, spinning you quickly, before bringing you close by your hip.
âInteresting. So, whatâs your social influence?â You ask. Vox thinks for a moment, before laughing to himself.
âPeople have televisions in all their homes. Any piece of modern technology comes strictly from me. With a little mind control, there isnât any influence I donât have.â Vox says, noticing a sinner walk by with a smart watch, to which he holds a finger up to you, sending himself through it, and then to another sinner with their smartphone, making his way around the room in seconds before heâs back in front of you, stepping in time for the next number. âSee? Nothing I canât do.â He says with a wink. You nod slowly, looking around the room. Being back out in the spotlight after being gone for so long makes you feel a bit, behind. But with an overlord like this in your circle, maybe this could be a way for you to keep up with the current world, get you back up to pace. The dance finally comes to a close, and the two of you bow to one another, before you summon a card, handing it to Vox. Seat number nine. Vox grinned at you, giving you a nod. You nod back, before looking at another sinner whoâs asked to speak with you. With that, you leave Vox at the dance floor, white card in hand. His spot at your table was secured. But, this made his emotions churn even more. What was this feeling he had? He was happy yes, but for the companies sake. But, maybe for once, he could mix just a little business with pleasure.
Charlotte had lost her partner at the bar and had been looking for her for quite some time. However, instead of finding Vagatha, she found you instead. You had seemed to be finishing a conversation with Vox, and though she disliked him, she took her chance the moment she saw you walking away.
âExcuse me, Madame- Miss- Um.â Charlotte said quickly, causing you to stop in your tracks. She got closer to you, now a few inches away. It was then she realized how tall you were compared to her. You were easily around seven feet, or just under that. With your heels that was. You looking down at her made her feel intimidated, small, like the child. But, feeling her nerves rise, she began to ramble again. âI know you probably have a lot to do tonight and I donât want to take up your time, I just want you to hear me out, if thatâs okay with you of course.â Charlotte said quickly, pausing to inhale. You narrowed your eyes at her, snapping your fingers and causing a shadow to appear next to you, singular glass on the tray. It was the same tall shadow from earlier, with the same drink. Again, using testing the temperature of the drink, before nodding to you so you could take it. You lifted the glass to your lips, maintaining eye contact with Charlotte as you drank the wine in one go, putting it down on the tray with a sigh.
âGo on.â You replied, now intrigued. You knew who she was. âYouâre the girl with the hotel? Lucifer and Lilithâs child, correct?â You asked. Charlotte smiled, stars appearing in her eyes as she gushed.
âYou know who I am?â She asked surprised. You nodded, cracking a small smile for the first time tonight, causing many eyes to stare in shock. You hardly ever smiled. In fact, there were three counts ever of you smiling in hell. Once, when you first got to hell, killing and claiming territory, and smiling once you finally settled down. The second being after World War One, when so many souls came to you seeking âhelpâ yet only being met with contracts. Third, being just before the extermination you disappeared after. You had gone through your belongings from Earth that managed to get brought to you from the surface, and was looking at family photos with one other overlord. Zestial. Now, at the gala, here was Luciferâs brat, as some would call, making you crack a grin at her giddiness.
âOf course I know who you are. Do you forget I know your mother? Youâre practically a niece of mine at this point.â You say, motioning at Charlotte to walk with you. âNow, what is this hotel Iâve heard about?â You ask. She beams at this and follows excitedly.
âOkaysobasicallyIhavethishotelanditâscalledtheâHazbinHotelâwhichisforsinnerswhowantobebetterandredeemthemselvestotryand-â You stopped her, allowing her to take a breath of air after rambling for so long. You lead her outside, finding a nearby bench to sit on. With how quickly she spoke, she needed all the âfreshâ air she could get right?
âWhy are you speaking so quickly? Also, sinners who want to better themselves? Where would you find those?â You ask with a laugh, the same tall shadow appearing with a glass for you. Again, you sip on your drink as Charlotte collects herself together.
âUsually if I explain slowly people cut me off and I never get to finish, so Iâve gotten used to just saying everything as quickly as possible so they donât cut me off and actually listen to what I have to say.â Charlotte says, again rather quickly. âLike I was saying; the Hazbin Hotel is a place for sinners who want to better themselves to possibly try to get into heaven through redemption, and I know what youâre thinking, weâve all died and got sent here, but I believe people can change and that everyone deserves second chances.â Charlotte explained. She saw the look of confusion on your face, and began to speak again. âWe already have two residents, who are making strides to be better people every day with group activities and I believe itâs working. If I could just get other people on board, people like you on board who actually believe in my cause, then we can get rid of extermination and maybe save some people here.â Charlotte explained. You thought for a moment, and the fact you hadnât laughed in her face yet gave her some hope that maybe she had gotten through to you. You stood up, setting your empty glass on the tray before the shadow disappeared.
âHonestly,â You said with a sigh, looking around, your eyes landing on your shadows serving other guests. âThe entire project sounds delusional.â You said sharply. Charlotte looked down at this, defeated, before standing as well.
âWell, thank you for hearing me out I guess. Youâre the only other person who has aside from Alastor. So, thank you for your time.â Charlotte said, turning to walk back inside the gala, head hanging low with tears brimming her eyes. Maybe it was the connection to her mother, maybe it was because she reminded you of her mother. But, something had to change.
âI didnât say we were done speaking Charlotte.â You said sharply again. She stopped and tensed up at that, before turning around, wiping a tear that slipped down her cheek.
âW-what?â She asked. You stepped forward to her, putting your hands flat together before smoke encased them. Then seconds later it was gone, and in your hands was a white card. You handed it to her with a nod.
âIt sounds delusional. But, maybe someone will like that about you.â You said. She read the card, face dropping once she realized what it meant.
âSo, so I can sit with you tonight? I can pitch my idea?â She asked excitedly. You nodded, patting her shoulder.
âYes you may. Iâll allow you to have your time. You get thirty minutes, there will be overlords and royalty there, Iâm sure someone is bound to take an interest in it.â You say. Charlotte squeals excitedly before jumping up and down, clapping her hands.
âOh my goodness! Thank you so so so much!! You wonât regret this I swear!â Charlotte said, and you just nodded.
âOf course I wonât. I donât make mistakes.â You say, before walking past her. âOh, and thank Alastor for that. He was insistent you be present at my table tonight.â You say to her. Sheâs left standing outside in shock, watching as you walk back into the lobby to socialize with other guests.
It seemed Velvet had finally caught you, rushing her assistant to follow you as she made her way over to you.
âMadame, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight! Your presence here is like a beacon of individuality and charisma,â she exclaims, eyes sparkling. You look her up and down for a moment, stopping in your tracks to listen to her. Something feels, odd about this one. âIâve been ardently following your unique style for ages, and itâs truly an honor to be in your presence. The way you effortlessly blend boldness with subtlety, itâs unparalleled, truly outstanding. Now, Iâve ventured into a daring new fashion brand, and I canât help but envision you as the unrivaled star in my collection. Picture it: the illustrious Madame, gracing the world with a revolutionary expression of style. This would be the perfect way to make your way back into the public eye, and of course you would look ravishing doing so.â Velvet said, her assistant handing you sketches of Velvets designs, and photographs of some of her work on her models. âSo, what do you say Madame? Will you be the luminary of a new era in Hellâs fashion?â Velvet says. You grow quiet for a moment. Aside from Rosie, youâve had no other overlord come into the fashion realm, and Rosie is only partially in it as a side hustle, but everyone knows itâs your thing. The designs are things you would never wear, bold and odd colors together, like a childâs clothing line.
âIs this for children?â You ask. Velvet nearly chokes and her assistant tenses up.
âNo Madame. Itâs modern fashion.â Velvet says cautiously. She knows what sheâs doing. Correcting you. No one ever does that. You donât need to be corrected because you know what youâre looking at. A sad fashion designer who wants you to slap your name on her sloppy work so if it goes up in flames itâs your reputation taking the fall, not herâs.
âSo all your models look like they came from a whore house? Correct?â You ask. Velvetâs jaw drops and her assistant hides a laugh. Velvet, inhaling softly, tries her hardest not to cry on the spot. Youâre her idol. She canât fuck this up.
âNo Madame! Not at all!â She says, showing you a design she had made personally for you. Based on your other collections, she knows your favorite color is black, so thatâs a plus. All she had to do was add a bit more, of her flair to it. It was a black jumpsuit, with a fur coat that dropped down to the knees, black with white fur around the edges of the coat and the cuffs. The sketch wasnât half bad, and quite frankly better than the others. Maybe it was the forgiving mood Charlotte had put you in. Velvet hands you the design and you skim over it, taking in the details, the hair and eye makeup, the shoes and jewelry notes written on the side. The sketches arenât bad, but modern fashion isnât your fashion.
âIâll consider it. Do you mind if I keep these?â You ask. Velvet shakes her head, handing you the folder from her assistants hands.
âPlease, take whatever youâd like Madame!â Velvet says. You nod, flipping through the pages.
âYouâll hear from me soon. In the meantime, I want new sketches of these designs. Modern fashion is fast fashion. Nothing stays memorable that way. You want to be good?â You ask her, and she nods quickly. âThen be better. Modesty and elegance are what people strive for. It radiates power, and everyone is greedy for that. If you can sell that through an item, you wonât ever go out of style.â You say, handing her back the folder, keeping the sketch sheâd done for you. Well, at least you liked something. Vevelt nodded her head and watched you walk away, letting out a sigh of relief.
âUm, miss?â Her assistant asked.
âWhat?â Velvet asked annoyingly.
âShe left a card on the folder.â
At that , Velvets eyes snapped down at the folder, before she screamed in excitement. Seat number six. She was invited to your table. Mission accomplished. Now, with only six seats left to fill, you were off to talk to your other guests. The night had proved to be interesting, and you knew your encore would not disappoint.
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New York Transitional Living Room
#Living room - idea for a medium-sized formal living room with a light wood floor and brown walls but no fireplace or television. living room#white gold flower pillow#silver lamp#mirrored side table#art glass
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#a large#modern image of a carpeted guest bedroom with gray walls. new york wall art#single wood door#silver trim mirror#silver trim frame#modern artwork#wooden single door#hanging art
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Dining Room - Rustic Dining Room
#Example of a great room with a vaulted ceiling in the mountain style#medium-tone wood flooring#brown walls#a traditional fireplace#and a metal fireplace. silver wood wall art#dining table for 8#black walnut countertop#semi-custom buffet cabinet#dining room#lighted stairs#wood countertop
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Thanks to h0tb0x for finding this surreal 2018 estate at an undisclosed location in Oklahoma City, OK. I wonder why they built this incredible home only to sell it 5 yrs. later. It has 8 bds, 16ba, $17.25M.
Immediately, I'm blown away by the entrance hall chandeliers. That blue one has to be a Dale Chihuly worth millions. I always hoped I could afford a little one, but nooooo. In fact, I can't even afford a fake one.
The living room is gigantic. It has large windows for an amazing view, a stone fireplace that soars right up to the black wood ceiling, and a built-in entertainment center with a balcony above.
At least 2 more balconies overlook the space, and there are stone walls with openings to the other areas.
The dining room has wainscoting, an incredible ceiling, and you'll notice the blue lights are a theme throughout the home.
In the kitchen there are silver tray ceilings, stone walls, gray cabinetry, and 2 dark gray islands with black granite counters. The blue lights give the islands gradient tones.
A pantry that's larger than my kitchen has dark gray cabinetry and note the shimmery backsplash with red accents.
Now, this is a professional bar.
And, check out the incredible fantasy-like wine cave. The home is ultra modern but has some medieval elements in the light fixtures, stone, dark wood, etc.
The rec room is set up like a club with a pool table, bar and table, as long as the wall, w/stools.
On the other side is a lounge with a fireplace and sculpted ceiling with blue lights.
Now this actually looks like a hall with abstract art on display.
The dogs have their own room, also. I like the wide tile wainscoting- if they rub against it, it's washable.
Here's another lounge with a balcony that overlooks the living room. It has a lovely turquoise built-in game table and a kitchenette, plus a blue tray ceiling.
Next, there's a 2 lane bowling alley.
On the other side there's a lounge for the bowlers. Love the carpeting.
The primary bedroom is probably bigger than most of our apts. It has a beautiful blue ceiling feature and glass doors to patio areas. There's also a living room off to the side.
Of course the en-suite can't be anything less than spectacular. Love the silvery tiles.
Now, this is beautiful- a pink closet/dressing room.
Got shoes? And, this one is blue.
The laundry room has beautiful blue cabinetry. Love the backsplash, floor and contrasting island.
Yet another lounge with a kitchenette.
Check out the garage.
How many bars and party areas does one need?
Huge restaurant-like space with a large stage.
And, over here, there's a sitting area with a snack bar.
This is some home. Look at this.
The big barn has the garage and entertainment area with the basketball court outside.
36 acres of fun.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/Oklahoma-City-OK-73150/133368865_zpid/
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â pluck my strings â
Modern!au Goth! Aemond Targaryen x reader SMUT
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Recently you've decided to pick up a new hobby, and you've always fancied learning the bass guitar. After picking up the basics on a shitty one you find in a charity shop, you bite the bullet and buy a gorgeous sleek black bass from facebook market. Hopefully the guy you buy from isn't a creep.
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Themes: smuuut, 18+, rough p in v, dacryphilia, creampie, alcohol consumption, lots of fluff tho!
Reader is implied to be vaguely (the extent is up to u ofc) punk with nipple piercings - drawn from personal experience ;)
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The stale coffee aroma clung to the corners of your favourite neighbourhood cafĂ© as you scrolled through FB Marketplace, halfheartedly browsing for a bass guitar that wouldnât cost you an arm and a leg. After learning the basics on the cheap, battered bass you found at a charity shop last month, you finally decided it was time for an upgrade. FB was usually full of shit you lamented internally, sipping a hot mocha in Celtigar Coffee.
Amid the endless sea of overpriced instruments, you stumbled upon a sleek black bass with a gloss finish that caught your eye immediately. You smiled, smitten, at the sight of a black cat next to the bass. The listing promised it had âgood vibes and great sound,â and judging by the photos, it looked like it had been well cared for. Alas, the cat wasn't for sale. You clicked on the sellerâs profile, and your interest piqued even more.
Aemond Targaryen was his name. His profile picture revealed a strikingly handsome young man, heavily tattooed, with one icy-blue eye that seemed to stare right through the screen and a black leather eyepatch covering the other eye. He was effortlessly cool and goth: black leather jacket, piercings, and a smirk that screamed confidence. Against your better judgment (curse your friend Dyana for scaring you with stranger danger), you shot him a message expressing interest in the bass. Within minutes, he replied.
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You took a deep breath as you stood outside Aemondâs apartment complex, the cash for the bass tucked safely in your wallet. The building was impressive: old brick, with ivy climbing up its sides, slightly crumbly but in a chic antique way. Your heart thrummed with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Youâd always heard horror stories about buying things off the internet, but you needed a sick bass, and Aemond seemed cool enough. You tried to dissuade the lick of warmth you felt inside when you glanced at his picture again.
After a short elevator ride and a quick knock, the door swung open, revealing Aemond in the flesh. He was even more striking in person, his silver hair contrasting sharply against his black jeans and t-shirt. Traditional style tattoos snaked down his arms, disappearing beneath the sleeves of his shirt. You swallowed thickly at his heavily muscled arms that flexed as he held the door.
âYou must be (Y/N),â he said, his voice smooth and inviting. âCome on in.â
The apartment was exactly what youâd expect from someone like Aemond. Dark and moody, with walls adorned in gothic artwork and grungy band posters. A state-of-the-art sound system took up one corner, and an impressive collection of vinyl records lined a bookshelf.
âWow, this place is... awesome,â you said, trying to play it cool as you looked around.
âThanks. I like to keep things interesting,â Aemond replied with a small grin. âThe bass is over here.â
He led you to a stand where the sleek black bass rested next to three more basses and guitars. Up close, it was even more beautiful than in the pictures. You ran your fingers along its neck, feeling the smoothness of the wood. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and you could already imagine the kind of sound it would produce.
âGo ahead, give it a try,â Aemond encouraged, handing you a cable to plug into the amp nearby.
You slung the strap over your shoulder, letting the bass rest against your body. As you played a few notes, the room filled with a deep, rich sound that resonated perfectly. It felt rightâlike this bass was meant for you. You grinned at Aemond who clapped lightly.
âYouâve got a good ear,â Aemond said, watching you play. âMost people canât appreciate quality like this.â
âThanks,â you replied, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his compliment. âIâll take it.â
You were interrupted by a loud meow. Looking down, a black cat with big moon-like eyes was staring up at you, nose twitching.
"This is Vhagar," Aemond scooped up the kitty and gave her a head kiss. Vhagar meowed approvingly. You reached out to give her a pet and she purred. Aemond seemed extremely pleased at Vhagar's apparent approval of you.
Distracted by the fluffy cutie, you handed over the cash once Aemond had put Vhagar down, and Aemond carefully counted it before nodding. As you packed the bass into its case, he surprised you with a question.
âSo, what are your plans for tonight?â he asked, casually leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. You noticed he swallowed hard after he asked.
You blinked, caught off guard. âUh, not much. Why?â
âThereâs this club, The Dragon Pit. Itâs got a decent alternative scene. Thought you might want to check it out.â You flushed at the surprise. You'd heard of The Dragon Pit. It was pretty legendary in King's Landing.
The offer was unexpected, but there was something undeniably intriguing about him. Youâd come here for a bass and found yourself tempted by the idea of a night out with a stranger who seemed anything but ordinary.
âAlright, sure,â you agreed, trying to hide your excitement. âI could use a good night out.â
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The Dragon Pit was everything Aemond had promised and more. A former warehouse turned music venue, it thrummed with energy as local bands played their hearts out on stage. The crowd was a mix of goths, punks, and metalheads, each in their element, dancing and drinking heavily.
Aemond had secured a prime spot near the stage, and you found yourself getting lost in the music with him. The bassline pulsed through the air, vibrating deep in your chest. It was easy to lose yourself in the rhythm, the heavy riffs drowning out any lingering doubts youâd had earlier. You both sang along and danced together, grasping each others hands and laughing breathlessly, buzzed from several bottles of Asshai beer.
âI didnât peg you for a punk, thought you'd be a pure goth,â you said, leaning closer to Aemond so he could hear you over the music.
He shrugged, his eyes glinting mischievously. âIâm full of surprises.â
As the night wore on, drinks flowed freely, and the initial awkwardness from his flat between you dissolved into easy conversation and laughter. Aemondâs charm was magnetic, his wit sharp and engaging. You learned that he was a musician himself, dabbling in various instruments and playing in a band called Valyrian Steel with his brothers, sister and their friend that occasionally headlined at the club.
As the band played its final song, the adrenaline of the night combined with the alcohol in your system left you feeling bold. You caught Aemondâs gaze, the charged atmosphere between you undeniable. He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You melted into his manly hands that held your cheeks.
âDo you want to get out of here?â he asked, his voice low and inviting.
Your heart raced at the implication, but you didnât hesitate. âYeah, letâs go.
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Back at Aemondâs apartment, the air was thick and heavy. Your heart thrummed harder than the music you'd been listening to. The door barely closed behind you before you found yourself against it, Aemondâs lips crashing onto yours. His kiss was electric, filled with urgency and passion, as if heâd been waiting all night to do this.
You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer, leaving no space between you.
Your pussy ignited at his deepened kiss, feeling his hands massage your ass and pull you closer to him. You gasped as he cocked his muscled thigh between your legs, pressing against your tender pussy. You rocked yourself onto him, sparks electrifying your sex.
âBedroom?â you whispered between kisses, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with want. âThis way.â
He led you down a dimly lit hallway to his bedroom, where candles flickered, casting soft shadows across the walls. The bed was invitingly unmade, the sheets black, of course, as if it had been waiting for this moment.
Aemondâs touch was gentle yet insistent as he guided you to the bed, his fingers deftly removing your shirt and jeans before he captured your lips again. You reciprocated, helping him out of his jacket and shirt, revealing more of the intricate tattoos that covered his body. He'd kicked off his boots long ago, and stood naked before you, appreciating your nearly nude form with eager hands.
You traced your fingers over the ink. He shivered under your touch, a soft groan escaping him as he pressed against you, guiding you back onto the bed.
He snapped your lacy red bra off at the back. You thanked the Gods you'd worn nice underwear today. His eyebrows raised high at the sight of your pierced nipples, cute little silver bars through them.
"Aren't you full of surprises, little slut," his voice was dark and warm. You gasped at the name, flushing, pussy slick. He flicked his tongue over your perked tits, grinding his hardened cock against your thigh.
You reached down to grasp him, earning a strangled type of whimper from Aemond. He bit down hard on your neck as you tugged him, using his precum to lube up your hand.
"Gods, Aemond, touch me, please!" You begged breathlessly. He laughed richly, pulling down your panties, and lowered his head to your delicious heat.
Your eyes rolled back to your head as his firm and pointed tongue lapped up your juices, sucking insistently on your needy clit. He rutted his hips against the bed, neck flushing as his arousal became uncontrollable. You were lost in the pleasure, wound up from hours of dancing and eye-fucking Aemond. Tears welled up in your eyes as how brutally good it felt to have Aemond between your legs, eating your pussy like it was his last meal. He moaned darkly at the sight of your wet eyes, newfound vigour making you lurch up into sitting and clench your thighs around his skull.
"Aemond! Oh!" You cried out, feeling a hot orgasm blossom inside. The warm fire licked your pussy, legs shaking and Aemond gently supped your cream as you came down from the high.
The orgasm did nothing to abate your lust for him. Your pussy felt painfully empty, and you stared at his long, thick cock as he nudged your pussy lips open.
"Ready, my girl?" He asked, breathless. You nodded, eyes wide, throwing your head back as he thrusted in, stretching you as your mouth fell open in a soundless moan.
Aemond was relentless, pounding you hard and fast, deeply reaching the sweetest spot inside your pussy. He swiped your tears of pleasure away, grinning through pants, and hoisted your legs up over his shoulders.
You drooled over his toned abs and pecs, scratching your nails into his muscles as he kneaded your tits leisurely. His hips snapped up in the most perfect way. Leaning a hand down, he rubbed your clit urgently.
"I'm on birth control!" You gasped out, suddenly remembering. Aemond's eye was fired up, throwing his head back and grinning down at you.
"Oh, my girl, I'm going to fill you up, make you feel so good. No other cock can make this little tight pussy feel so good." He rasped. You nodded, whimpering, feeling that unstoppable heat crawl up in your pussy again.
Mewling desperately and digging your nails into his arms, you orgasmed hard on his cock, squirting over his balls and feeling weightless as the pleasure took over your body. Aemond moaned at how you squeezed him, cumming hard and filling your pussy up with ropes of hot, thick cum. Your pussy felt thoroughly fucked and stuffed full of cream. He collapsed on top of you.
You both lay panting for what felt like forever.
Aemond gingerly got up to clean the pair of you, then nestled back under the cover, clutching you tightly in his thick arms.
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As dawn crept through the windows, you found yourself rested against him, your head lying on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The realization that youâd spent the night with a pretty much stranger didnât feel as daunting as youâd expected. Instead, it felt oddly comforting.
âYou know,â Aemond murmured, breaking the comfortable silence, âI had a really good time last night.â
You smiled against his skin, feeling a sense of contentment you hadnât anticipated. âGuess weâre a good match then.â
He chuckled softly, his fingers trailing lazily along your arm. âIâd say so," he looked into your eyes. "Want to grab breakfast with me?
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AN: if you've read my other hotd modern aus, can u see the world building I'm doing? lol if u like the sound of valyrian steel, then i might have a treat for you soon đ ofc send any feedback and requests and check my masterlist for more xx
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Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Sweet AF
I continued on my rounds checking my paperwork, as and when required popping in to anyone who wasn't urgent enough to come into the hospital. I checked on my way to the last house for the day, so I put my paperwork away and carried my bag with me, to the familiar deep blue front door, I fixed my jacket a little and swung the silver knocker a few times. The door swung open revealing young Elis Mayflower in her usual dress, "Ohh 'ello Dr Dawkins, we were expectin' you" She nodded and opened the door to let me in "Thank you, Elis," I nodded and took off my hat and jacket which Elis happily took "Where is she?" "Upstairs Doctor" She nodded I nodded and made my way up the stairs bag in hand. I headed down the hall past the paintings and small mostly unused rooms, until I stopped just before the last door.
The door was open a crack, light cascading from within, the sweet gentle sounds barely audible. I pushed open the door enough my body could slip inside, the well-polished wooden floor covered in dancing shadows from the fire, the flames in the fireplace danced and flickered sending the smell of oak wood and tyme across the room, the sound of the wood cracking and popping, the dark purple walls littered with almost too many paintings to even see the walls any longer, the window to the side shuttered up and then a curtain over it letting not a single bit of the harsh light from outside find its way, The various furniture littered the room.
The Main feature of the room, of course, the large wooden bed. With four tall wooden posts and a railing that normally hung purple curtains but they were missing today, the bed sheets were tossed into one corner of the bed, and sitting in it was the most perfect of sights.
Y/n sat in the bed, her back sat up but she had so many pillows between her and the headboard she must have been six inches from it if not more, her legs our straight, her hair free from any braids, and twisted, plaits or anything else, allowed to hang completely free with a slight kink to the hair where it so often lived plaided up and hidden below her hat. Her hair slightly in her face hiding it from me, she wore only a cotton shirt with long billowing sleeves that stopped just below her thigh, I thought for a moment I recognised it, as well as a pair of purple woollen socks that reached her knees with one white stripe around the top, her toes wiggling as they where warmed by the fire, her hands stroking her stomach, as she looked as if she was hiding a small barrel under her dress.
The small wooden and silver box on her table, the small silver ballerina twirling slowly as it paid her the music box song, the slight clicking and tinniness to the song as the music was plaid. And she sang with it, her voice gliding along the notes not loud enough for anyone beyond the door could hear her, as her hands stroked her stomach, tenderly, carefully, almost like she was afraid but loved all the same, her eyes on her enlarged belly and nothing else as if it and she were all that existed.
I couldn't hold back a smile, I must have looked an absolute picture, smiling so widely my cheeks hurt, red with blush to see her this way. I softly closed the door and took soft steps to lean my shoulder on the bedpost not enough to draw her attention, so I stood and watched for what could have been a thousand years, until her music box stopped and thus her song ended. "You're glowing," I spoke up, She jumped a little at my sudden words but she looked up with a sweet innocent smile, "Ohh, Hello Doctor Dawkins," She smiled, "I didn't hear you come in," "I didn't want to disturb your sweet song," I cooed unable to drag my eyes away from her just wanting to look at her a little while longer. She smiled "Aren't you going to examine me, doctor?" "Alright," I smiled moving to sit on her bed, I set my bag on the bed and opened it up to search through for what I needed. "How are you feeling?" "Much the same," She nodded leaning on her arms so I could touch her stomach, I checked her over as we spoke making sure everything was as it should be asking her short questions about how things were going and much of it was the same as last I saw her "So, When will it be?" She asked excitedly,
"Well, that's the question isn't it," I chuckled "I wish I could tell you, but unfortunately children are sort of a law unto themselves, when baby decides its time, then baby will come." I explained "You, I or anyone else doesn't have much of a say in it. But baby will let you know when it's time" I told her stroking her sweet cheek "Alright?" "Alright," she nodded, "I admit I am half tempted to get you a room at the hospital, just so you're close by," I told her, "I want to be here, where I'm comfortable." She said stroking her bump "Are you sure you don't want to be at the hospital?" "I'm sure," She nodded "Alright, as soon as you feel a contraction I want to know" I warn her, "I'll run all the way here if I have to." I winked "Can I? Please?" She pleads I smiled and got my stethoscope from my bag I gave the end a little warm with my hand before I tugged up her shirt just far enough to see her bare stomach, I put the other end to my ear and listened as I rested it on her skin, I shifted it across her skin until I found the best place to hear the rhythmic beating, for a moment I was frozen as I heard the gentle beats, each caused my own heart to swell and I had to fight back the tears "Here," I smiled and handed her the listening end and she happily put it to her ear and listened with the most excited smile I had ever seen a girl have,
She sniffled, tears slowly falling staring at her stomach as she listened "Hi Darling," She cooed and you could see the movement as the baby kicked, "You think he can hear me?" "Of course, he can, He can hear you talk to him, hear you sing to him, You're his mother, he loves you more than anyone will ever understand," I told her kissing her forehead, "Can he hear his daddy?" She asked as she took my hand and settled it on her stomach so I could feel him kick, "Of course, He can." I smiled giving her bump a sweet kiss "Hi little guy," I smiled as I rubbed my nose on her stomach and I gave her bump and our baby kisses. "It won't be long now, I'm sure of it." "Good, I don't want to be pregnant anymore Jack" She laughs returning my stethoscope to my bag,
"No?" "No. My feet are so swollen I can't wear shoes, I don't fit in any of my dresses anymore, I leak everywhere, I'm throwing up all the time, He's kicking me like I'm a football," She explained "It's not fun being pregnant Jack." "You said you liked it?" "I did when I was a couple of months and I had a cute little bump I could stroke as we walked through town." "You were adorable." I smiled thinking back to when she was newly pregnant, wandering around town with her little bump in her dress, I admit it made me feel very proud of myself. "And still are." "I'm as big as a ship Jack." she pouted, "They'll try to hollow me out and sail me to Africa," "You're a ship?" I chuckled, "ummmm" She nodded, "Well then, Permission to come aboard?" I smirked climbing over her to start kissing all over her face and neck which caused her giggle "Ohh yes a very beautiful ship, the most beautiful ship in the world, I shall have to steal her and sail the world single-handedly with her!" "Jack!" she laughed as she pushed me off her, "What's this anyway?" I glared tugging on her shirt, "I borrowed it," She giggled, "Borrowed?" "Well you've been working so much," she innocently smiled "We missed you." "I've missed you both too." I smiled, "But I need to do all this extra work, so I have lots of time off for when baby comes. I don't wanna be stuck up the hospital and leave you here with our little one, I wanna be here to help, and cuddle, and watch him grow. I don't wanna miss anything."
"Good, You can stay up all night when he cries then." "Ohh I know I will, I know what a trial it is trying to get you out of bed when you don't want to." "I don't like to be awoken," She pouts, "I just want this to be over." "Over?" I asked a little worried, "You know what I mean, I'm just⊠It's been a long nine months Jack, I'm tired." "I know you are," I smiled and kissed her lips "It won't be too much longer sweetheart."
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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 14
When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesnât appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didnât have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?
Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You
Word Count: 2214
Warnings: Angst, suspense, emotional situations, Crowley being Crowley.
A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers.
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When the SUVs pulled up to what looked like a heavily guarded wrought iron gate, attached to a thick brick or concrete wall, your heart almost felt like it would beat out of your chest. Dean at least still had his arm over your shoulders, holding you close, but your eyes were focused on the things outside. Outside the gates, all you could make out were the tall hedges and trees that had grown past the top of the wall, which you assumed encompassed the property. There were a few different types of vines, but they looked as though theyâd been repeatedly cut back.
You wanted to ask where theyâd taken you, but you couldnât bring yourself to speak at the moment, even after what the judge had said. As the gates began to open, you felt like you were almost holding your breath. The driveway was neatly kept, winding its way through a pedicured landscape of trees, hedges, and flower beds. The mansion of a house where the SUVs stopped took your breath away. It was the most elegant and extravagant home youâd ever seen in person. The agent next to Benny opened the door, stepped out, and then held the door for the three of you. You swore your jaw had hit the pavement as you stepped out, staring up at the mansion before you when that Scottish accent pulled your gaze to the man coming down the steps.
âOh good, you made it without incident,â Crowley stated, seeming quite pleased.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, relieved it was Crowley and not someone from the Vaught family.
âIâve made arrangements for you to stay here during the course of your case,â he explained. âOne of my men will be back with your belongings, and theirs as well. Now, shall we get some brunch?â
You were still fairly confused, but you followed Crowley into his mansion, Dean by your side and Benny bringing up the rear. The interior of Crowleyâs mansion was even more impressive than the exterior. As you stepped inside, your eyes were immediately drawn to the high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and chandeliers that looked like they belonged in a palace. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling and elegant wallpaper, giving the space a sophisticated yet intimidating ambiance.
You walked through a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase that curved up to the second floor. The marble floors gleamed underfoot, and you could see various pieces of antique furniture and art tastefully arranged throughout the space. It was a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment of the courtroom.
Crowley led the way down a long hallway, the rich scent of polished wood and old books filling the air. You passed several rooms, each one more opulent than the last, until you reached a set of double doors. Crowley pushed them open to reveal a lavish dining room.
The dining room was dominated by a long, mahogany table that could easily seat twenty people. The table was already set for a smaller group, with fine china, crystal glasses, and silver cutlery laid out meticulously. The walls were lined with tall bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, and several large windows allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the room in a warm glow.
A chef and a few servants were bustling around, preparing the final touches for the meal. The aroma of bacon, cooking meat, and something that was perhaps a fine fish dish wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.
âPlease, have a seat,â Crowley gestured to the chairs, taking his place at the head of the table. Dean guided you to a seat beside him, and Benny sat across from you, giving you a reassuring nod.
As you settled into the plush chair, Crowley smiled and spoke to the servants, âBegin serving, please.â
The servants moved with practiced efficiency, bringing out a covered plate for each of you, while others had platters with delectable deserts displayed on them. The aromas only made your mouth water further. Another servant set a chilled, open beer on a coaster near your, Deanâs, and even Bennyâs plate while another poured Crowley a glass of what looked like fine wine.
Crowley dismissed the servant as he looked at you, his expression more serious now. âYou must have many questions,â he said, taking a sip. âFeel free to ask anything you need to understand.â
You wanted to answer him, but the servants set a dish down in front of the three of you, revealing what had smelled so good. Yours and Deanâs contained the most delicious-looking burger youâd ever seen, while Benny got something that was clearly something he hadnât had in a long time. You were just too focused on your burger at the moment to even ask what it was.
âFigured you lot would prefer something simple,â Crowley told you, seeing you focused on the meal and not his prior statement.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, looking over at him as Dean squeezed your knee in a reassuring way. âWhy are you doing this for us?â you asked finally.
Crowleyâs eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something softer behind his usual confident exterior. âLetâs just say, I have a vested interest in seeing justice served. The Vaughts have been playing games for too long, and itâs about time someone put a stop to it.â Dean leaned in slightly, his voice low. âWe appreciate your help, Crowley. But whatâs the catch?â
Crowley chuckled, setting his glass down. âNo catch, Dean. Just a mutual benefit. You get the support you need for this case, and I get the satisfaction of seeing the Vaughts lose for once.â Benny spoke up, his tone serious. âWeâll do whatever it takes to win this. Theyâve messed with the wrong people.â Crowley nodded approvingly. âThatâs the spirit, Benny. Now, letâs eat. Youâre going to need your strength for what lies ahead.â As the meal progressed, you found yourself relaxing slightly, the initial shock of Crowleyâs opulent home giving way to a sense of determination. You had allies in the fight, and together, you were going to bring the Vaughts to justice.
Halfway through the meal, the double doors opened, instantly pulling your attention to what looked like a butler. âTheyâre here, Sir,â he told Crowley.
âAh, wonderful,â Crowley replied, delighted as a smile played at his lips. âShow them in.â
The butler nodded, and a few moments later, Sam, Ellen, Jodi, Bobby, Mary, and John came into the dining hall. You instantly stood as Ellen made her way to you, tears in both your eyes as you embraced her in a tight hug.
âOh, honey,â she told you softly, and you heard the sadness and relief in her tone.
âIâm okay, Auntie,â you replied quietly.
Ellen held you at armâs length, her eyes scanning your face as if reassuring herself that you were truly alright. âWeâve been worried sick about you,â she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Dean, Sam, and even Benny embraced in hugs before Dean hugged John and Mary. Even Jodi and Bobby hugged the boys, then came over to you, giving you a soft, but relieved smile, embracing you in a hug.Â
âWeâre here for ya, kid,â John told you with the softest expression youâd ever seen on the man.
Crowley, ever the consummate host, gestured to the empty seats. âPlease, join us. Thereâs plenty of food, and weâve much to discuss.â As everyone settled around the table, the atmosphere shifted slightly. There was a sense of camaraderie, of a team coming together to face a common enemy. You wished that Jo could be there, as she was more like a sister to you than a cousin. And, oddly enough, even Cas and Garth. Just as you were finally feeling like you were relaxing, your mark began burning, horribly, a pained hiss leaving your lips just as Dean was getting out of his seat.
Crowley snapped his fingers a couple of times while you put your hand over your mark, missing whatever was being said. Moments later, though, Dean was putting cream on your mark. âItâs okay, Iâm right here,â he attempted to soothe you as the entire room had gone silent.
âWell, now, this changes things,â Crowley mused from where he sat, leaning back in his chair. âWhy wasnât I informed about that?â
âAbout what?â you asked, only wincing slightly as you looked at him.
âWith that,â he began, gesturing to your mark, âweâve got a little more leverage.â
You tried to look down at your mark, but with where it was, you couldnât see it. Frustrated, you looked back at him, âWhat are you talking about?â
He practically laughed, âDean, you havenât told her?âÂ
All Dean did was glare at him and the others stayed silent, which only annoyed you further. âTell me what?â you snapped, clenching your hands in your lap.
âI was waiting,â Dean managed through a clenched jaw, clearly annoyed.
âWill someone tell me what the hell youâre talking about? Iâm tired of this, of all of you keeping secrets from me,â you snapped at them, looking around the table as your anger finally boiled over. When no one spoke up, you just got up and walked off, practically slamming the dining hall doors.Â
Crowley sighed and nodded to one of his servants, who promptly followed you. The servant was a young woman with kind eyes, and she caught up with you just as you were starting to feel lost in the labyrinthine halls of the mansion.
âMiss, please allow me to show you to a room where you can rest. Your bags have already been brought up,â she said softly.
Too tired to argue, you nodded and followed her. She led you up a grand staircase and down a long corridor to a beautifully furnished room. âIf you need anything, just ring this bell,â she instructed, indicating a small ornate bell on the bedside table.
âThank you,â you murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed as she left the room.
Meanwhile, back in the dining hallâŠ
Dean, still fuming, stood up, âWe agreed to tell her when her mark came in more.â
Crowley shrugged nonchalantly, although he wasnât pleased about his secrecy, âIt slipped my mind. Besides, she has a right to know.â
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. âThis isnât helping. How did she not notice one of the letters came in all the way?â
Dean sighed and sat back down, âShe never looked in the mirror at it, and I didnât have the heart to tell her to.â
âSon, sheâs gonna be more hurt if you wait much longer,â John told him sincerely.
âDoes she have at least an idea of how youâre connected to all this?â Crowley asked, although clearly frustrated, but needing further information.
âNot completely,â Dean reluctantly answered.
âBenny, did she even pay attention when Dean testified?â Sam asked, fairly puzzled how you wouldnât have found out.
Benny sighed, âNo. I was talkinâ to her. Tryinâ to help erâ relax a little.â
Crowley was usually a calm, collected man, but this frustrated him: "What does she know?â
Dean grabbed his beer, taking a sip before he answered, staring at the label, âI told her I know sheâs my soul mate, part of the thing with Lisa, and that sheâs an empath.â
âThatâs it?â Bobby exclaimed in annoyance and frustration.
âThat explains why she knows weâre hiding something,â Mary sighed, looking back at the closed dining hall doors.
âI didnât want to make it harder on her,â Dean mumbled quietly.
âDean, she has to be told, before her birthday, or itâs gonna hurt her more, and not just emotionally,â Sam told him, his tone soft but firm. âI know what I told you before, but sheâs quickly running out of time.â
Deanâs attention went to the doors, his mind on only you and what you were feeling. Heâd hated not telling, not letting himself get closer to you than youâd let him. Heâd felt everything from the moment heâd seen you that first day at the bar, and it was tearing him up inside that you still doubted him. Sam had warned him of the risks of waiting too long, but he just hadnât been able to find the right time and he didnât want to do it once you two had gotten stuck in that bunker. âDean, are you even listened?â Crowley asked him, frustrated and now leaning forward in his seat, pulling Dean from his thoughts.
âYeah, I mean, no. I wasnât listening,â he grumbled.
An annoyed sound left Crowleyâs lips as he leaned back in his seat. âHer birthday is in two days. Either you tell her tomorrow, or Iâll have to make sure the doctor is here.â His tone was of concern for you more than for Dean.
Dean looked down at his beer, âSheâs gonna hate me, but⊠Iâll tell her tomorrow.â
âSon, sheâs gonna be mad at all of us, but sheâs not going to hate us, especially not you,â John tried to reassure him, feeling bad for what not only his son had to go through, but also what you have had to endure.
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âDexterity Check First, My Sweet:â finger-licking smut đ„with Spawn!Astarion for âBites in the Nightâ part 9
Astarion x f!reader | E | 3K of finger fucking licking smut
Summary: Flaming Fist soldiers on your heels, caught red-handed trying to steal some food, and your Vampire Rogue has one place in mind for you to hide: Sharessâ Caress. Where better to spend an hour laying low together than a pleasure house⊠where he can tutor you on the dexterity skills that got you into this mess
CW: Vaginal fingering, finger licking, breast play, anal fingering, generally arrogant Spawn Astarion, Act 3 spoilers if you squint maybeâŠ
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âCanât you run any faster?â Astarion hisses at you, eyes narrowed as he glares over his shoulder, leading you down alley after alley in Baldurâs Gate. The clanking of armor still echoes behind youâthe Flaming Fist still trailing.
And you, youâre hustling, but itâs harder given your wardrobe. âThis was your idea,â you pant, aggravated in reply. âYou said âWear a dress for once, darling. No one will suspect us if you look decent for onceâŠââ
His hand shoots out from the shadows, pulling you into a darkened doorway. His chest heaves, lock picks in hand. âI know what I said. Itâs true, my sweet. You do look decent for once. Itâs not my fault you canât use those hands for anything subtle and smooth that isnât my cock.â
He flashes a quick smirk your way before picking open the door you both press against. That smirk that melts your innards and makes you quiver instantaneously.
Turning, you keep an eye out for the soldiers who caught you stealing from the vendors. Of course after weeks in the Shadow-Cursed lands, food and gold were scarce. What little you still had only stretched so far in the City. So, you and your Rogue decided to take a⊠new course of action. One he swore was foolproof⊠easy⊠something he did a thousand times over hundreds of years⊠And he had insisted you look âdecentâ in a dress for it.
Which was how you now find yourself squeezed against some alley door, panting, and afraid of being arrested as the soldiers who caught you nicking food from the stands close in.
âHurry, Astarion,â you elbow him in the shoulder where he crouches beside you. âTheyâre coming.â
âDarling you canât rush art,â he sneers in reply.
âItâs not art, itâs crime.â
âMaybe next time, you'll not get us caught then. Maybe you need some lessons on just how to expertly use those fingersâŠâ he pauses, even as the clanking of armor draws even closer. He stands quickly, spinning you both, pinning you hard against the planes of the door as he crushes you against the wood. His mouth devours yours, your eyes filled with nothing but his pale skin and mussy, silver hair. Your every sense is consumed by his taste in your tongue, his scent in your nose, his wiry body bearing down, covering you completely.
That passion, that ardor steals your breath, lost in the sound of his breath in your mouth and the wet working of his lips, his tongue with yours.
So distracted you barely even notice the flurry of guards rush right past you until they have long passed. Barely noticed that heâs hidden you from their sight in his distraction. Kept you safe. Then he breaks, his devious smirk at your arousal only makes you pant harder. âYou clever devil,â you rasp, trying to swallow. âKept us hidden⊠and clearly you do enjoy this dress.â
âWhat would you do without me?â he taunts, reaching for the handle of the door, letting it creak open behind your back. âTheyâll be back, we need to lay low for an hour or twoâŠâ that wicked gleam in his eyes only darkens. âHow fortunate that we can hide hereâŠâ
You turn, taking a step inside the door. Instantly, you recognize it from your adventures so far. The scent of perfumes and sweat, of alluring flowers and dirty bodies all at once. Thick crimson curtains draped over every wall and door, ready to soften the cries of orgasm and the sounds of sex.
Sharessâ Caress.
âWhat better place to hide than a pleasure house?â he gives you that feline grin that more than announces his intentions for how to pass an hour or two. âOh, what a shame we will have to hide away⊠just the two of us⊠away from everyone else back at campâŠâ
âDid I call you clever?â you roll your eyes, despite the way your belly floods with heat. âI mean sly, cunningâŠâ
âAnd very, very hungry,â he interjects, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you towards the stairs. âStarved practicallyâŠâ
âHow do you know where youâre going?â you hiss from behind.
âYou forget so quickly these are my hunting grounds, my nocturnal domains. How fortunate you get me of my own free will during the daytime,â he quirks back at you over his shoulder as he turns down a hall and then another. âYouâve been dancing with a professional,â he smirks, breathing deeply as he draws to a sudden stop outside a door. âBut you already knew that, my darling. Already experienced the fruits of my practice on the unworthyâŠâ
âGods,â you pant, âand you think me worthy?â
âMost worthy, my love,â he chuckles softly, turning the doorknob beside you. âWonât you come and find out why itâs a pleasure house, my sweet?â
You smile, devious, âEmphasis on the⊠come?â
âIâm in such a good mood to be here with you, my darling, that even your unrefined wit wonât put me off or⊠soften⊠my regard for you,â he giggles, leading you behind the curtain that covers the entryway. Its fabric is thick, a dense sort of velvet, darker than blood.
You stumble into the dark, and instantly those hands⊠those strong, lithe, dancing hands, catch you. You hear so many other voices in the distance, a cacophony of moans and slaps and screams. You turn, looking for Astarion, an edge of⊠surprise in your heart. Surprise that warms quickly into a heady fear as he leers at you.
The soft light only makes every angle and cut of his face sharper, his skin almost lustrous, those hands leaving your grip to already begin to tear his tunic from over his head. Earth-shattering. Ruinous. He is beyond handsome.
And heâs yours.
âYou canât stop staring, darlingâŠâ he rasps, drawing closer in, closing in around you. The skin of his chest, the way every muscle and vein is familiar to you, it makes you force a swallow. âNot that I'm complaining, of course,â he gives that short burst of giggles to punctuate. âBut we really⊠really must do something about those hands of yours.â
He catches them together in just one palm, his touch cool despite the growing heat that caresses your skin. âStrength doesnât come from brute force all the time, slashing and twistingâŠâ he breathes. You gasp, moaning suddenly as his other hand has already managed to somehow slink into the hitched hem of your skirt, his touch barely ghosting up your inner thigh. âYou neednât be so gruff and commanding all the time, darling,â he purrs. âLet your fingers find their own way, one by one in that merry danceâŠâ
âGods,â you groan, as indeed one by one they slip into your folds, sliding in so easily with how drenched you already are for him. He flashes that sideways grin down at you, eyes narrowed as he is savoring the way you shudder at his touch, at the way your mouth hangs open suddenly to feel him pleasuring you. âPlease, more,â you sigh, arching back to find something to brace your body against. âI want more inside me, I want you inside me.â
âBut I am, darling,â his grin only twists higher, âand this is my lesson for you, so you had better listen and learn.â His hold on your hands tightens, his thumb massaging over their backs, deftly and rhythmically stroking your taught muscles. His legs stride between yours, hips pressing hard against you, making you back until you smack the your knees on some soft furniture. But quicker than breath, he steadies you. Fingers slipping from your folds and your body to unbutton his breeches.
You donât even need to look to know his cock stands at the ready, and you giggle as he presses it into your waist, so hard you feel its twitching through your gown. âAlready?â you tease, feeling a blush sweeping over your cheeks and up your neck.
âWell, youâre going to need something to practice onâŠâ His eyes gaze at you, glazed with desire, that crimson shine almost a bright red as the lights from the candles around you flicker and flame. âAnd, I will too,â he adds, voice thick in his throat as he takes the ribbons of your blouse in those long, lean fingers. âSomething to play with, as an example of courseâŠâ
His breath is heavy, each inhale and exhale almost deafens you. He is close but refrains from brushing against you, nothing more than the way his fingers pull those thin laces of bodice, one by one.
Slowly. Painfully deliberate.
His gaze never wavers, doesnât even have to look to know where to grip, where to touch. Until at last, the panes of your bodice split, your breasts achingly hard to feel the free air, the rush of his heavy breaths caressing them.
You try to catch his mouth, to bring him into a kiss, but he only shoves you back down to your heels. âTch, tch,â he sucks his teeth at you, shaking his head in mock disapproval. âThis isnât a lesson for your mouth. Your tongue is already so good at sucking and swallowing, my pet.â
Oh, you shudder. His words alone push you to that precipice of need. Not to mention that constant washing sound of the pleasures around you. It makes you whimper to be denied.
âShh,â he chuckles quietly, one long pointer finger on your lips to tap gently. âThink about how enjoyable it will be to put these skills into practice daily⊠nightly tooâŠâ
Your brow raises, mischief swirling in your belly as you quickly part your lips, drawing that finger between them to suck it hard.
His cock pulses against your belly, his mouth groaning loudly at the warmth and wet you swirl around it.
âEager and naughty. You belong in this pleasure house, my love,â he growls. Slowly, he lowers himself to sit on the seat behind you, a settee you realize, covered in softest velvet. Your breathing grows rough, every inhale you make is filled with the perfumes of the house, masked heavily by that fresher scent of his skin.
Your mouth waters, his hands rucking up your skirts, clawing around your hips as he settles you on his thighs. He throws the skirts behind you, ensuring he has complete control, a perfect view of your soft-curled mound, your shaking thighs. But he leaves you aching, your pulse pounding as he can feel your folds soaking his skin and throbbing as you grieve the emptiness inside you.
His fingers seem to dance in the air as he reaches for your body, where your breasts hang so exposed. So easy for the taking. Fascinated, hypnotized by their dexterity, you watch as each of his fingers moves, of its own accord, each playing across your skin. His touch is delicate and deliberate.
The muscles of his hands clench, each movement visible as the candlelight caresses that masculine outline. Light warming his pale, pearl-like skin. Shadows following the ridges and trails the veins make over the backs of his hands, weaving gently up his arms.
You canât resist, bringing your own touch to dance along those protruding blue lines. Mimicking the soft and commanding pressure he makes as he cradles your breasts, one in each hand, fingers twirling and plucking your nipples hardened to pebbles in his masterful touch. You canât help it, canât control it as the rhythm of his touch on your breasts alone sends those shivers of pleasure down your spine, your body under his thrall as climax pours through you. Hot and wild, you buck on the limited friction of his thighs, your cum coating that flawless, smooth skin.
And he giggles. With a little extra effort, he tweaks your nipples as you ride out the remaining waves. âOh my sweet, see what skilled fingers alone can do?â he croons. His hips buck beneath your still-trembling thighs, making his cock jolt where it stands. Little trickles of his seed already leaking from that tight little slit. You want so badly to lick it clean, to quickly shove that hardness deep inside you to cool your burning lust. But you smile, taking it in your hands, not to be outdone by your arrogant, insufferable Rogue.
Plying that same silken yet commanding touch, you sweep a single finger up the trail of his precum, gathering it on your fingertip before slipping it in your mouth. Sucking it clean.
He groans, watching. His hands slide down your sides, holding your hips hard against his thighs. âWhat a good student you have become,â he praises in his honeyed tones.
You pull your finger from your pursed lips with a resounding pop. Licking the rest of those fingers one by one, you begin tracing just the soft pads of your fingers up and down his twitching shaft.
For hells take you if you werenât about to stun him senseless with your fingers alone.
You keep your eyes on the motions you make, smiling harder each time his hips buck under your touch, cock twitching and jolting as you beat it in your grip. Maybe itâs the sounds that surround you, the wet slap of flesh, the moans of a hundred paying patrons, but your mind fills with a naughty idea.
Pausing, you clamber between his legs, pressing him wider with your knees. As he has done to you countless times.
âJust what are you doing, my sweet?â
You ignore the question, using a single hand to tug softly on the wrinkled silken skin of his balls. Gods, they feel tight and heavy in your palm already. Driving him closer to his own bursting release with each stroke you make.
âYouâll find outâŠâ you grin innocently, meeting that flaming scarlet gaze of his. His tongue drags over his fangs, hunger lurking behind every clench of his body. The soft pads of your fingers slip further beneath him, following the hard seam of his erection until you brush the pert little hole of his ass.
Astarion hisses, arching his back as you press around it just a bit harder, circling it as he has done to everything on your body a million times.
âDarlingâŠâ he groans, raising his hips to let you in more. âTesting your dexterity on all of me, are you?â
You slip your touch inside, feeling him clench as you mimic the way he caresses you. The way he fucks you on those talented, eager fingers of his. You savor the way he growls, head thrown back against the velvet of the settee as you crook inside him deeper. For a moment, you forget all about his cock. Savoring the way you make him shake and quiver around your digits for once. But then, he clenches so hard around your finger deep in his ass, his cock ripples, thickening as you push him further towards the edge. He thrusts over and over into your other fist.
âHellsâŠâ he pants, forcing his head up to meet your smile. âWhere in gods names did you think to do that?â
You smile, so innocent and pouting and coy. âYouâre not the only one who can read a book, AstarionâŠâ
âHgnfâŠâ he grabs your wrists, the veins of his arms protruding even more as he flexes, pulling you down to collapse on his chest. âLesson learned. Now Iâll claim my payment, itâs a brothel after all.â
No resistance is left in your body, too wet and hot and aching for anything other than letting that cool shaft of his cock to pierce deep inside you. And it does, sheathed so tightly in your cunt you cry, begging for more. Your scream could shake the walls, muffled only by those thick curtains.
âThatâs right, my darling. Be loud, let them all hear you, hold nothing back like you do for me around the others,â he hisses low in the throat, hands tugging your dress apart all the more. All the better to let your breasts swing free with every unbridled buck of your body.
You groan, so loudly youâre sure you hear the curtains shaking.
And you do, as they pull back to open wide, the clatter of metal armor crashing through the soft slap of flesh. âFlaming Fist,â a cold voice startles you, anouncing. You gasp, clutching your bodice to hide the ample swell of your bosoms, burying your face against his chest as Astarion sits upright.
âWhat is the meaning of this,â he snaps in disgust and sneers in disdain, that commanding edge of his voice is dominating and cold. âIâve paid good money for this, and you have no business to intrude on either my time or my pleasure.â He chastises, bracing his arms around you, curving you slightly around his side.
Hiding you.
âIâm sorry sir,â the soldier insists, far more timidly than before. âWeâve been trailing a thief we were tipped off today who would be pinching food stores from the markets today. We suspect she may be hiding here.â
âGet out or pay me the 500 gold Iâve already wasted by spending time speaking with you!â he bellows, gesturing roughly towards the door. âNo one here but an angry, wealthy patron and his whore!â
That did it, sending them scattering and clattering as they shut the curtain firmly behind them.
You go still on his lap, a suspicious, scouring look on your face as you meet his arrogant, guilty eyes. âTipped⊠offâŠâ
His smirk curls wickedly to one side, shrugging demurely, a single hand splayed on his chest to feign innocence. âHow else am I supposed to get you to accompany me here, say⊠Oh darling, Iâd like to take you to a pleasure house so I can loudly fuck you away from prying eyes and listening ears?â
âYouâd be surprised just how charismatic you might be if you checked, if you asked nicelyâŠâ you grind on his still throbbing cock, ââŠif you tried saying please.â You lean forward, pressing your hands on his chest to shove him back down. âPerhaps you could benefit from some lessons on asking nicelyâŠâ
That handsome face quirks, twisting harder as he smiles at you. âDexterity check first, my sweet,â he purrs and crooks his finger against your clit. Reminding you just why youâre here.
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1 àȘâ⎠holy shit, mommy??
TEVYAT NEWS⊠it's finally here!! Enjoy! And for any highlighted names in taglist, your tag was unable to be added. Please resubmit it!
WARNINGS... ooc albedo (?), cursing
SUMMARY⊠Young, dumb, and broke, Y/n L/n has scaled the makeup community from half-assed make up tutorials and explorations⊠Somehow, she's landed herself a position of popularity, and has yet to understand how to continue building fame. When a famous actor, Ayato Kamisato, is in need of a last-minute makeup artist, and is forced to call her upâŠ
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Sighing restlessly, you fall backwards on your couch (sofa), your unkempt hair splaying out in all directions, static prickling at the edge of your [h/c] strands.
"Holy. Fuck."
You whisper, hands reaching to your face before angrily rubbing against it. screaming bloody murder.
"I've done it. I've actually done it!" you mutter under your breath, grasping the situation at hand.
The idea of being in collaboration with your favorite company after so many years of building your brand against all odds, and the countless nights spent painstakingly editing your videos, you had finally made it to the top. Well, your top at least.
Three rapid knocks resound against your door before you're able to truly soak up your epiphany. Much to your heart's dismay.
"[Name] I'd appreciate it if you would open this door urgently, I can't be bothered to stand out here in the hall. These paintings are taxing to carry you know", Albedo's familiar voice rings out, a slight playful annoyance as he bangs the darkened wood of your door once more in urgency.
In a hurry, your pouncing over the piles of pillows left on your floor from previous filming and frantically scrambling towards the door before your dear friend reconsidered his decision to visit you. In a flash as your hand glazes over the cool knob and the door creaks with an eery sigh as your met with the clearly unamused face of the renowned artist that was your bestfriend, Albedo. Golden hair and in his prime glory as he quickly lifted the heavy artistry into your unexpecting arms. The weight toppled over you surprisingly, causing a slight step back from you.
"Now that I've handed over my part of this little escapade, explain now. What do you mean Ei of EiKerei is hosting you in a collab?" His eyebrows twitched up in curiosity, curtly allowing himself into the domain of your apartment without another word.
"H-hey! Dude I haven't even put down the paintings let me clean up Bedo!!"
In return, he glares at you,
"[Name] I've seen your apartment throughout all of its states, this is nothing compared to what it can be."
Pure aggression flashes across your face.
"So... You mean to say the EiKerei brand is branching out to minor creators and your a fortunate victim?"
"Yes and omg, I think I'm ready to die happy."
"No way moron we've still got to actually post something and hold our end of the bargain [Name]",
Albedo groans, glaring at you as you struggle to lay the paintings he had so graciously brought over, against the silver nails newly embedded into your wall. Stretching on his calves, both you and him stretch higher up, cautiously looking underneath in the space between the wall and the painting. Before finally laying the prized art against the wall in all its glory.
Low and behold, just before you could breath a sigh of relief, the tip of your sock slides off the coach's back frame before betraying you into falling down to your ass.
"What in the world- OW-" grumbling, rubbing the sore in the back of your head as you glance back to see what you hit.
"What kind of crazy was that? Did you fall over your own feet? Are you alright?" Bedo questions, jumping down more gracefully then your landing in concern. Reaching to balance the back of your head with a pillow.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, dude I'm just a little light footed I guess... Did anything break? I think I hit the side table-"
Frantically checking your table's wares for damage, your fingers end up glazing over a singular knocked down frame.
Lifting it up, your breath lets out in a shaky, uneven quake, just a photo of highschool...
"Are you alright? The frame isn't broken right? I'd hope not, we might need to check for glass and-"
"No Bedo, it's uh, fine... That was me sighing over the photo not the frame. Everything's fine", you cut him off, focusing your sights on the photo in your lap, fingers grazing over its dusty glass. A thin layer of dust gathering on your fingers like a blanket as you hand him the frame.
"Huh... Isn't this your highschool photo? Looks like you forgot about it for a while..." Albedo perks up, raising one eyebrows as he blows over the dust and watches your expression sour.
"Wait a minute..."
"Correct me if I'm wrong... But isn't this the Ayato Kamisato from that new popular movie on Flix?"
"I wish it fucking wasn't."
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Kinktober Day Ten â Voyeurism
â â đ lady l: day ten of kinktober! I hope you like it, dear!!
âđpairing: yandere!taehyung x female!reader.
âwarnings: smut, NSFW, female and male masturbation, voyeurism, bad writing.
âđword count: 900.
Within an intimate space, a bedroom reveals a woman's unique personality. Dark tones dominate the room, creating a sophisticated and welcoming atmosphere. The walls are covered in an elegant charcoal gray, which serves as a canvas for a contemporary art collection. A large window, framed by black velvet curtains, lets in a soft filter of city light.
The centerpiece of this retreat is a king-size bed, with a luxurious midnight blue velvet duvet and silver satin pillows. To your right, a minimalist dark wood bedside table holds a lamp with a soft light for evenings reading. On the other side, a wall shelf displays a collection of contemporary literature books and pieces of art.
The floor is covered in a plush, graphite-colored carpet, inviting bare feet. A large full-length mirror, framed by wrought iron, reflects the splendor of the space and adds a feeling of spaciousness. Next to the window, a designer armchair with emerald green velvet upholstery offers a place to contemplate and gaze at the cityscape.
An integrated closet with mirrored doors reveals an arsenal of modern clothes and accessories, meticulously organized. Dimmable recessed lighting creates the perfect atmosphere for any occasion, from relaxing to getting ready for the evening.
In these rooms, dark tones combine with the elegance and personal style of the woman who inhabits it, creating a luxurious and welcoming retreat in the heart of the city of Seoul. This room was her refuge, the only place she felt comfortable and truly relaxed.
And it was her favorite place to relax and do something therapeutic and healthy for herself.
You were sprawled out on her bed, your head resting on your soft pillow, your eyes closed and your hands played with your breasts under the bra you were wearing.
You bit your lip and moved a little on the bed and placed your hands behind your back and unclasped your bra, exposing your breasts.
His fingers squeezed and massaged her sore breasts from spending so much time in a bra. You bit your lower lip and took your fingers to the waistband of your pants and played with the buttons until finally deciding to unbutton them. You lowered your pants and removed them, leaving you in just a pair of red, lacy panties.
When you were down to your underwear, a deep breath came from your closet. Someone, without your knowledge, was watching you and taking great advantage of it.
Taehyung knew what he was doing was wrong.
He knew it was wrong to spy on people, to break into their homes and hide in their closet when they weren't looking.
He knew all this but he didn't care.
Not when he had the privileged view of her practically naked body. You only wore a pair of red panties that he was sure you picked out for him. Such a naughty girl.
You really liked teasing him, didn't you? Always so naughty and desperate to be touched and fucked by him.
He licked his lips. Just a little longer, you just needed to wait a little longer.
His breathing became strained as you slid your index finger over your underwear, towards your slit. You let out a low, sly moan at the contact.
Taehyung couldn't move because otherwise he was sure he would be seen and he didn't want you to know about the love he felt for you like that. Without him noticing, his right hand went to his pants and squeezed the bulge that had formed due to his excitement.
He took a deep breath, biting back a groan when you reached inside your panties and started rubbing your clit. He followed your movements and slipped his hand inside the pants he was wearing, going through his underwear and feeling his cock.
You slid your panties off and got rid of them, finally exposing your beautiful pussy to him. The way he was, Taehyung could see your entire pussy and he salivated, his movements on his cock intensifying when you slipped a finger inside your cunt, moaning softly to yourself. He could clearly see your pussy greedily swallowing your finger and Taehyung regretted that it wasn't his cock being swallowed.
''Oh...'' You moaned as you inserted a second finger into your pussy and your thumb slowly rubbed against your clit. You groped your right breast with your free hand, moaning at the pleasure you felt.
''Fuck!'' Taehyung moaned softly as he touched himself harder, knowing he wouldn't take long to cum. He just hoped you wouldn't be long. The movements of his hand intensified as you fucked yourself with your fingers. You moaned loudly as your pleasure increased and your thumb rubbed your clit hard as your fingers were penetrated into your pussy.
You closed your eyes and fucked yourself harder, feeling incredibly turned on. Your mouth opened and you moaned loudly as you squirted, staining the sheets with your liquid, you continued rubbing yourself for a few more minutes until it became too much.
The moment you came, Taehyung released himself into his own hand, not taking his eyes off your body for even a minute, he moaned your name like a prayer as he came and breathed heavily.
He clenched his fists.
He couldn't wait any longer.
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In The Woods Somewhere
summary. You go into the woods to take some photos...but find him instead
characters. Vampire!Bucky x Reader
word count. 4.8k
warnings. Dub!Con, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm-ish, mentions of violence/blood.
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Finally, your big break. You were finally getting the chance to publish a collection of your photos of haunted locations around New England with a real publishing company. Your final location was an abandoned church in the woods; thought to have been used by an early group of colonizers until it and the nearby settlement had been abandoned. No one knew for sure what had happened. Perhaps the colonizers had moved on? Maybe they were wiped out by plague? There was even a dark story of a minister who had started murdering villagers that were âunclean;â allegedly filling the church pews with corpses with slashed and bloody necks. Doing research on places before you took photos was one of your favorite parts; gathering information for the captions and essays you wrote to go with the photos.
After your parents had died while you were in college, it had left you feeling empty and directionless for some time. Then, after finally finishing your degree, you decided to use the money your parents had left you to buy a van and photograph the world.
Youâd been working as a traveling photographer for a while now, doing gigs like weddings and events. Youâd also managed to self-publish a few books and tried to sell your photos and art where you could. It wasnât much but it kept you in gas money and beef jerky. Youâd been all over North America and a few parts of South America. You were hoping to go international for a follow up book if this one was a success.
You pulled up to the walking trail that led into the forest. You had about an hourâs hike into the woods; knowing getting the shots at sunset would create perfect photos. You shrugged on your backpack with your supplies and with your camera case hand, headed off. The trees were washed in the golden hue of fall, starting to shed their leaves in preparation for their long winter sleep. A slight chill hung in the air but after 3 months of heat and humidity you were ready to be cold for a little bit.
Sometimes you listened to music when you hiked but today youâd decided to relish in the sounds of the forest.. Bird calls echoing off the trees, the rustling of the trail as you walked, squirrels and other small critters gathering their own winter supplies. A flock of geese calling out as they flew in v formation overhead and you quickly snapped a picture. Traveling and photography had given you an entirely deeper appreciation for nature and itâs beauty. An hour later, you stepped into the clearing where the church was set.
It was a small chapel, probably only fit to hold 10 or 15 people. Most of the eastern wall had crumbled while the others were still partially there. Only one or two (maybe one and a half) benches were left; but you werenât too sure about actually sitting on them. Still completely intact though, was the Archway that mustâve bene the entrance. Above it, was a bell; likely used to let the nearby colonizers know that church was starting. But on the bell was an inscription that could no longer be read. The language appeared to be Latin, but the words had been lost to time. You were raising your camera to take a picture, when a soft voice startled you
âHi.â You turned suddenly and you were staring into crystal blue eyes. You jumped back but kept your eyes fixated on his. A man, maybe a little older than you had been standing right behind you.
âOh! UhâŠhi!â you said, blinking and taking more of him in now. Dressed in a black jacket over a fitting gray tee-shirt, dark jeans clinging to his legs, and silver rings adorned most of his fingers on his right hand. His left hand was hidden by a leather glove. His hair was pulled back in a man bun and a single ruby on a black chain hung from his left ear.
               âSorry, didnât mean to startle you. I was just coming up the trail and I called out to you.â His voice was soft, with a hint of an eastern European accent, making a slight shiver go through you.
               âSorry, I suppose I didnât hear you.â
               âNo worries, Iâm James. But my friends call me Buckyâ He reached out his hand for yours, taking it and telling him your own name. âIâm surprised to see someone else this far out in the woods.
âIâm here to take pictures.â You explained. âItâs a beautiful structureâŠwhatâs left of it anyways.â
âHow interesting.â He said. âAre you a professional?â
âWell, sort of. Iâm actually just finishing my first collection to be published. âNew Englandâs Haunts and Its Future.â Iâm including the church with a piece on New England puritanism and its effects on todayâs bigotries.â
He smirked. âI like it. Iâll have to make sure I order a copy of your book.â You both laughed. âYou know the old England had some haunts too. All of Europe, in fact. Plenty of old spooky castles. You should definitely see them.â
âIf my book goes well maybe.â
âHave you ever had your work in a gallery?â he asked.
               âUnfortunately, no. Iâve had my art displayed in some cafes here and there, but not much else.â
               âPity, you seem passionate about your work, it must be nice.â
               âIâd call it nice, maybe good.â You beamed. âIâd actually like to get a few shots in, if you donât mind. I can talk a little while I work though.â There was something about him. He unnerved you, if only slightly. But you also didnât want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you.
The two of you walked through the archway to stand on the overgrown stone floor, flowers and dandelions peeking through the cracks. As you walked up what used to be aisle and could almost make out where the other pews had been. Maybe it was the sunset, maybe It was your imagination, but along the floor, the stones seemed eerily stained red.
               Again, Buckyâs closeness startled you, but this time, you seemed frozen to the floor.
âYou know, darling. Thereâs one thing Iâd love. Could you take a picture of me under the archway? It would make for a great dating profile picture.â He winked at you. And you felt your face warm up.
âSure, why not.â You focused your camera on him and his eyes seemed to flash red at you. You gasped before snapping the button, but only cursed and brushed it off as red eye-syndrome. You took one more picture and this time, it seemed normal. You pulled it away and waited as the picture loaded. Your book would hopefully lead to some newer equipment. Bucky stood behind you suddenly, but again you were frozen to place; only this time with his chest firmly against his back.
As the picture loaded on the screen, your stomach dropped. The picture was empty. the archway was still in there. But Bucky wasnât.
You turned around and his smile was downright predatory. Revealing two pearly white fangs. But his eyes, they were bright crimson red.
               âThatâsâŠ. those canât be realâŠyour eyes, your teethâŠâ you said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach
               âOh, my darling. They are ALL too realâŠlittle girls like you should know better than to go out after sunset.â You should be running, fighting back, anything. But you canât. Youâre staring into his deep red eyes and you canât move. âNo, printsessa. I canât have you running away. Not when you smell so delightful.â His arms wrapped slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to you. âNot to mention how beautiful you are. You are exactly what Iâve been searching for.â He whispered in your ear. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and the world went dark.
You awoke in a soft bed, softer than anything youâd felt before. A bed, but youâd been⊠Oh fuck⊠You shot upright quickly as you remembered what happened. What greeted you was a dimly lit room. A wall of immense windows letting the moonlight stream in while a fire roared in the fireplace. Low lamp light gave let you see to see immense bookshelves lining the rest of walls. You started to panic. That freak had knocked you out, now you were in some cabin somewhere. You were still wearing the same clothes, but you had no clue where you were.
               âMy my, finally awake. I suppose I did drink a bit more than necessary. But I just couldnât help myself. You were just absolutely delicious.â You looked and saw Bucky. Heâd been sitting by the fire until he stood up and moved towards the bed. You could see he was wearing black t-shirt and sweatpants, but what you hadnât seen beforeâŠwas his metal arm. His hand had been covered by the glove, but now you could see the moonlight glinting off it. You caught yourself staring and remembered what had happened last time youâd stared at him.
               âWhat did you do to me you sicko?â You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to move out of the bed without tripping. You heard him chuckle.
âWhatâs wrong baby doll, you donât wanna to look at me? â
âNo! I just wanna go home. Please.â You tried to be strong but you were trembling as you tried to keep your eyes low enough. You desperately searched for anything sharp or heavy, settling on the lamp and reaching to pick it up, but before you could, you found yourself pinned face down on the bed, your arms trapped behind you. You struggled against him, but he hardly moved. His voice in your ear.
               âPoor little bunny. You know what really happened. Or do you need a reminder?â You felt something scrape against your neck. Fangs.            Â
               âThatâsâŠ. youâre notâŠâ
               âOh, but I am doll. And I donât think Iâve found anything Iâve ever wanted more in my centuries of living.â He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. âYour trembling is so adorable baby girl. It makes me want to ravage you until you cry for me.â His hand wandered down to your jeans and your breathing turned shallow. There was an ache deep between your thighs that wanted to call out for him, but you were still scared of what heâd done.
âNo, I wonât have my beloved scared of my touch.â He said, gently pressing a kiss to your neck before moving to help you stand up. Your legs were much wobblier and you found yourself leaning against him. You stared at his chest and quietly spoke. âBucky, please. Where are we?â
âWeâre at my cabin. Iâd like to show you around; as this is to be your home too. If you promise to behave.â Deep down, you still felt petrified. But an inner voice said that if he had already wanted you dead, you would be. Besides, you hadnât noticed before, but something about his smell was so enticing to you. Cinnamon and smoke, with a slightâŠmetallic underlay.
               âIfâŠIf I go with you willinglyâŠwill YOU keep it that way?â you asked, trying to sound firm. You could hear the amusement in his voice.
               âI see my little bunny can stand her ground. No, I will not control you that way like before.â He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to look at him.  His hair was still pulled back into a loose bun, moonlight casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones led down into full lips. And those eyes. You would never forget the deep red color before he drank from you. Now instead they were crystal pools. As unending as the sky. Like you could stare forever. But you blinked away, acknowledging he had kept his promise. You moved away from him and instead toward the windows.
               âIf you areâŠa vampireâŠwhy the windows? I thought you were supposed to avoid natural light.â He chuckled. And walked a normal pace now to stand next to you as you both stared out into the forest.
               âAny creature can be exposed to too much sun. We just have much a lower tolerance limit. I have heavy black out curtains for the dayâŠbut I cannot find it in myself to give up this view.â He pointed up towards the stars. You didnât think youâd ever seen so many. But a rumble of thunder off in the distance caught your attention you saw flashes of lightning. A storm was moving in soon, and you could feel your resolve to escape crumble slightly. Where could you go in a storm?
               âHow exactlyâŠdid you becomeâŠ?â you asked, hesitantly, not wanting to upset him and trying to focus on anything other than his closeness. Youâd always thought trying toâŠhumanizeâŠyour enemy so to speak was supposed to help keep you safe. He smiled.
âA vampireâŠWell, I would imagine you know how.â He chuckled and you found yourself chucking as well. âWhere Romania is now, I was a simple farmer. Goats mostly. Then one night, a creature attacked our village.â He paused. âKilled my sister. I tried to fight back, and something about that⊠He changed me instead of killing me. Figured it was some cruel punishment, killing everyone I knew and loved and leaving me alone.â You felt your heart tug. As if sensing your sadness, he turned and shook his head.
âDonât worry too much about it, I got my revenge. Afterwards I stayed low, kept to myself for a few centuries. Until the world erupted into war. I refused to keep to myself. Thatâs how I lost my arm. When the Germans found out what I was; they tried to use my powers to make more. They took my arm to see if they could clone me. Then they gave me this one and tried to turn us into a weapon of war. Only their plans backfired. They couldnât control them. They eventually all killed each otherâŠat least the ones I didnât kill first.â He was quiet for a moment and you almost started to panic. But he let out a sigh.
âAfter the war, I settled here. Made my home, invested some wise money, now I have a little peace.â He turned to you. You felt your heart ache for him. âBut I have waited so long for something so enticing as you.â He started to move closer, but you still were nervous, taking a step back.
               âWait uhm... I thought you wanted to show me around.â You reminded him, trying to distract him. He smiled and let out a deep sigh.
               âI suppose I did. Well, youâve seen the bedroom and its extensive library. But thereâs an even bigger one downstairs. Come.â He took your hand with his metal one and led you towards the door. You felt less scared following him now; you still could feel yourself wanting to resist and struggle. But he was holding your hand too tightly.
               As the two of you toured through the large Tudor cabin (mansion, it seemed), you took note of the art on the walls. Beautiful photographs of places around the world; paintings you wanted to stare at for hours; Bucky having to pull you away from a particularly intriguing work from the Harlem Renaissance.  The two of you talked. Bucky had been to many of the places you hoped to go. And some of the ones youâd already been to. It was nice to find someone like yourself, a wanderer.
               âI suppose after my parents died; I just felt a little lost.â You told him âI didnât have a big family, no siblings, so I just decided to be free. Itâd at least be nice to have a home base someday though.â You mused.
               âI can understand. Iâve actually lived on this land for some years, even before what happened to me. Itâs actually owned by an Indigenous tribe. I bought it outright around the 1800s when the government tried to push them out, then gave it back to them. I only asked they let me build a small cabin on the outer edges.â Your jaw dropped. âButâŠdo they knowâŠ?â You asked, still having trouble believing it for yourself.  He paused and smiled.
               âIn my lengthy time, you meet many people who believe many different things. Iâve learned to appreciate many human cultures, and to always show respect where it is deserved. And not to tolerate those who would degrade it.â He said, then kept leading you on, with you following a little bit closer. You two walked into a room you definitely didnât expect to find. A Kitchen.
               âIt was easier to build than to ever explain why there wasnât one. Plus, I have a supplier who steals blood from some hoity toity government hospital and I need somewhere to keep it cold. Youâd be surprised at the amount of blood they keep on reserve for those rich old bastards.â He rolled his eyes and you managed a genuine laugh. âI donât know I would.â He smiled at you before continuing out of the room, with you following almost eagerly behind. The tour led down one last hallway to a set of double doors.
               âNow my favorite room. My private study.â He opened the doors. A library that couldâve easily fit 10 of your vans with celling high bookshelves stretched before your eyes. A cozy looking couch sat across from either one of the 2 fire places on opposite walls, and a huge bay window revealed the storm had truly arrived. Gone was the moon, here were flashes of lightening and roars of thunder. In front of the windows sat a big mahogany desk. You strode over to the desk, to see out the window and there on his desk was a stack of all of your books. As you looked back towards him you could see on the walls, one of your photographs.
               It was one youâd camped out and waited all night for in the woods. But youâd caught them, a pack of wolves running through the woods under a moonlit sky.
               âI saw it in a little cafĂ© in Boston and had to have it. Iâve been following you for quite some time. Literally.â He chuckled. âI became enraptured with you. Your pictures moved me. How you always seemed to capture both the joyful and the macabre sides of humanity. Thatâs why I had to get your book published. So, I bought the publishing company to make it happenâ You turned to him in disbelief.
               âBucky, youâŠyou didnâtâŠyou couldnât haveâŠâ
               âOh, but yes I did, doll. Itâs what youâve wanted, what youâve desired.â His voice dropped. He licked his lips and moved closer to you. âAnd now, my little bunny rabbit. Itâs time to take what I have desired for so long.â He grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards the desk, using his strength to lift you up and pin you down on your back, minding your head.
 His confession, his obsession, even with his charming personality, you felt fear flaring up inside you anyways.  âWait pleaseâŠâ you pleaded, pressing your hand against his chest.
               âNo more waiting printsessa. Itâs time. I need to satisfy my thirst. And my lust. And I cannot resist the sound of your pulse screaming out for me.â He paused, pressing his hips more against yours. You wanted to resist, wanted to push harder against him, but you couldnât bring yourself to. Instead, you wanted to bring him closer.
               âNoâŠyou gave your wordâŠâ you begged, desperately.
               âI did. And Iâve kept that word. I did nothing to control you. I just failed to mention that my natural state is to lure you in. Until youâre caught like a fly in my web and you donât even realize it.â He purred, trailing kisses down your cheek. âYouâre in my home, surrounded by me, breathing me in until slowly and slowly your defenses have lowered, until you donât even have the strength to push me away.â
                He was right. You had wanted to resist him but youâd felt it crumbling more and more. Like the walls of that stone church. You were gripping his shirt not to push him away, but wanting to pull him close. Handsome, intelligent, alluring. Your thighs clenched with want.
               âWhen I first drank your blood, there was a taste of fear that was indescribable. But now I know, lust will make it even sweeter.â He grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the desk. âSo beautiful, but soâŠfragile.â His fleshed hand wrapped around your throat; you could feel the bitemarks as his thumb ran over them. âYou know all Iâd have to do is squeeze, right? And Iâd crush this fragile beautiful throat. Youâre so delicate.â His voice was low. You were still afraid, but that fear was streaked with desire. You wanted to give yourself to him, no matter what the cost.
               âPleaseâŠBuckyâŠâ you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.
               âPlease what, baby? Tell me. Tell me you want me to ravage you like the beast that I am. I can smell your pussy; you must be absolutely dripping by now.â You were drowning. And he was oxygen.
               âYes.â You barely breathed the word out before his lips were on yours. He slowly pushed you to lay down on the desk. You could hear rumbling in your ears. You couldnât tell if it was the storm, or your heartbeat. But judging by how Bucky was staring down at you, you assumed the latter.
âYouâre so excited arenât you, doll? You want me to fuck you, make you my slut. And I will, you are never leaving me.â He pulling away, making you whine in desperation, but his only response was to growl as he ripped your jeans down, your shoes falling away and leaving only your panties covering your pussy. He knelt between them, putting your legs over his shoulder, and inhaled deeply.
               âFuck.â He groaned. âYou are soaking wet. How long have you been hiding this, huh? Since I first drank your blood, or from when I told you that I am absolutely obsessed with you? What a shameless slut.â His words, that voice, you would listen to him forever if he wanted, anything to get him to touch you. His fingers moved slowly, stroking you over your panties.
               âIâve dreamed about eating this pussy for so long, and now Iâm going to savor every moment.â You tried to buck your hips as he nipped at your thigh, but his silver arm held you firm. In the bright light of the fire, you could see how each of the platelets moved as he gripped you tighter. You looked back down at him between your legs and knew heâd seen you staring.  Â
               âSomeday Iâll show you everything it can do baby. But for now...â He pulled your panties aside and started with soft licks to your clit while two fingers gently worked inside you. His touch was so gentile compared to the monster youâd feared him as. Your soft moan turned into a shriek as the edge of his fang nipped you.
               âI told you, love. Desire will make the blood so much sweeter. I know you want me. Want to be my little snack for all eternity.â His fingers sped up, rubbing that special spot inside you that make you cry out with reckless abandon.
               âBuckyâŠBuckyâŠdonât stopâŠooohâŠâ you moaned. Your hands clasping for structure and finding none. His tongue resumed its ministrations on your clit, never even giving his words a chance to wash over you as your knees began to shake. You could feel the erratic patterns his tongue was laving on your clit, driving your climax further to its breaking point.
               âCum for me, darling. Give yourself to me.â His words were your undoing as you screamed his name. Cumming harder than you could have ever imagined possible. And true to his word, his tongue lapped up every drop it could, sucking his fingers clean. You lay against the cool desk, your body burning with desire and you locked eyes with him, not caring to look away. He smiled, showing off his fangs. âOh, baby girl, between your blood and your pussy, Iâll never go hungry again.â
               Standing up and leaning over to kiss you, you found yourself tugging at his shirt, trying to get his skin on yours again.
               âBucky pleaseâŠneed youâŠâ you begged.
               âHow can I deny such a sweet bunny like you?â He rid himself of his shirt and sweatpants as you followed suit, dropping your panties to the floor. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Youâd had your fun with toys but he was something else.  You could see pre-cum dribbling down the side and you wanted to close your legs, but Bucky stood between them
               âDonât look so afraid, doll. I know a good slut like you can take my cock in that pretty pussy.â He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit and you tried to push your hips up. He pinched your thigh, making you squeak. With his spare hand, he gathered your hands in his strong metal one, pinning them above you to the surface of the desk. His cock teased your entrance and you both moaned.
               âYouâre mine now, understand. Heart, body, mind.â He kissed from your temple to your ear. âI own you down to your very soul. Forever.â You nodded. He was a vampire. He was obsessed with you. Heâd likely hunted you down for weeks. But none of that mattered now. You needed him.
               âYes, Bucky. Iâm yours. Youâre mine.â Bucky smiled and pushed his cock into you, slowly; letting you feel the stretch of him filling you up.
               âYes, darling. Iâm yours. Yours to keep satisfied. Yours to use you as a little fuck toy when I need it.â His pace became rougher, fucking you; squeezing your wrists tighter until you yelped. Then he slowed his hips, letting you now revel in the pleasure you felt. He started rubbing at your still sensitive clit, making you clench around him. He growled deeply and you gasped as his eyes flashed crimson.
               âOh, baby doll, donât play with fire if you donât want to end up burnt.â He said, his voice lower and huskier. You knew he was getting closer to his own release when his pace picked up again. Not as punishing as before, but you felt his lust, his carnality in every thrust. And it only drove you crazier.
               âWhen you cum, Iâm going to drink from you again and you will be bound to me, my mate, my slut, little morsel.
               âYesâŠBucky yesâŠpleaseâŠâ closer and closer you edged until he let out a low growl.
               âIf you donât cum right now, I have no problem chaining you in my basement and edging you until the next full moon. Now. Cum.â The idea alone sent you over the edge, screaming out as he bit down fiercely on your neck, drinking from you again. He kept fucking you through his own orgasm, but did not drink as much as he did last time. Only just enough to make you light headed. When he finished, you two lay there a few moments, you breathing heavily as Bucky seemed to still above you. As you floated back down, your body seemed to go even more limp.
               âSuch a good girl.â Bucky released your wrists, but you didnât have the strength to move your arms. Instead, he cupped your chin in his hand and kissed you with your blood streaked across his lips. He kissed passionately and deeply, until your toes curled and you knew he meant what he said.Â
               Not bothering to remove himself, Bucky helped you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you over to one of the enormous couches by the fire. Grabbing a blanket off the back and swaddling you both. âYouâll have to sleep for a little while now. But when you wake up, youâll live forever.â His words seeped into your brain, but there was nothing you could do now. You heard him speak again.
âYou wanna know the real story behind those people?â Bucky asked and you made a noise of half-committal. âWell, those colonizers werenât hard to pick off.â In that moment, you were reminded that though he seemed to have a soft spot for you, there were also very, very dark spots. You shuddered, but it was quickly washed away by the feeling of his metal arm, holding you tighter.
âDonât worry darling,â he purred. âThink of all the beautiful photos you can take in the moonlight.
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The Vow
art by @exorbitantsqueakingnoises
you were born into the secretive and gruesome world of house mandragora, paired with an apprentice assassin who dreams of the day he will die for you. if you go through with your dangerous plans, that day may come sooner than either of you are prepared for.
->original work. basically explicit; contains graphic descriptions of violence, extremely dubious consent (coercive/fuck or die-adjacent), manipulation, power imbalance.
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On the morning of the end of it all, you wake to the sound of rain. The black canopy curtains have been tied to the posts of your bed and your room is awash with the dull, stormy light and drizzling shadows of a downpour. Merrill sits in a chair by the window, still and silent, already dressed in his black bodysuit and form-fitting armor. Heâs probably been there for hours, watching you sleep.Â
âGood morning,â he says, terse and serious as always. âTodayâs the day.âÂ
He stays there while you prepare for the day, his piercing stare following you back and forth across the room. Everything you do feels unusually weighted and final. Normally, there would be some small talkâat least, you would talk and Merrill would nod or grunt in acknowledgement, or even grace you with a curt reply. Today, youâre both silent and haunted by anticipation. Merill doesnât move until youâre nearly finished dressing. You donât hear him stand up or cross the room. Like a phantom, he rises soundlessly and walks to you with unnatural grace. He kneels, dexterous fingers quickly lacing up your boots in a fraction of the time it would take you to do the same.Â
âYouâll protect me, wonât you?â you ask him.Â
Merrill looks up at you with awe and reverence, his eyes half-lidded and his gaze heated. His hand caresses the back of your leg, his gloved palm sliding up and down your calf. This is one of the only times he smiles; when you make a request. When you give an order. When he kills. âOf course,â he whispers. âAlways.âÂ
âFrom everything? From anyone?âÂ
âYes,â he says without hesitation. He nuzzles against your leg like a dog, legs pressed tightly together as he resists the urge to grind against you.Â
You are Merrillâs whole world. Promised to one another when you were too young to know what that meant, you were raised in conjoined Houses; he in the spartan halls where children become weapons, you in this dark, cloistered manor where death and life are intertwined. You can still remember the day you were first permitted to see each other in the courtyard that joined your worldsâa solemn and severe teenage boy clad in an assassinâs vestments, blades sheathed and strapped all across his body. His cold gaze melted the moment you saw each other. He stared, wide-eyed and breathless like heâd seen something beautiful for the first time in his life.Â
He would fight for you. Bleed for you. Die for you. Thereâs nothing he wants more.Â
This is a cruel thing to do to him, but heâs the only one you trust.
Merrill is your shadow on the long, dreary walk to the dining hall. Thunder rumbles beyond the arched windows and lightning illuminates the gardens, leaves and branches bobbing beneath sheets of rain. The dining hall is lit by a silver chandelier, dangling strings of crystal resembling dew on a spiderâs web. Portraits of your predecessors hang on the wood panel walls in decorative frames, posed sullen-faced in crypts and cemeteries. Youâre the last to arrive for breakfast. A long table meant for lavish dinner parties is only sparsely occupied. Four seats are taken at the far end of the room by a handful of your elders and instructors. Each is accompanied by a small group of revenants, fully armed and armored, who remain standing, chatting quietly over the heads of those seated.Â
They frighten you. They always have, no matter how polite they are. Their silver, reflective eyes and corpse-like complexions are a constant, inescapable reminder of whatâs soon to be expected of you. Their attention is suffocating. You canât stand in a room with one and feel like you have any secrets left.
Every eye turns towards the open doorway when you appear with Merrill. Wordlessly, you walk the length of the table until you reach your seat. You nod politely to Orcus, seated at the head of the table. Merrill bows to the revenants before he assumes his post beside you. Breakfast waits for you beneath a silver cloche: eggs and toast with an assortment of sweet and savory accompaniments to choose from, green garnish and washed roots fresh from the garden, everything artfully arranged on a plate with a floral pattern ringing the edge.Â
âNo hello?â Orcus says wryly. âYouâre in a mood this morning.â He wears fine, corset-cinched robes and heavy jeweled necklaces befitting the head of House Mandragora, snow white hair tied in a high ponytail. An outsider might assume he is frail, getting on in years, from his wrinkled face and thin, bony hands. And itâs true, heâs the oldest among youâfar older than most people would ever guessâbut it would be a mistake to underestimate him. His plate is empty except for a few slender, pale orange roots with leafy green stems. Hemlock, you think with a frown. You donât know how he eats it raw like that. The taste is far too musty for you.
âGood morning,â you mutter. âPlease pass the jam.âÂ
Itâs not Orcus who does it but one of his revenants. Gideon leans over the table and arranges each glass jar on a long silver tray, so careful with the clawed tips of his gloves that you never hear them clink against something. He comes over to your seat, inclining his head in a bow before he sets the tray beside your plate. You thank him sheepishly and he grins, leaning against the table with his arms crossed over his chest. Standing on your other side, Merrill watches him. Not with suspicion but with attentive interest; the eager gaze of a student towards his beloved teacher.Â
Gideon is everything he has been taught to work towards. He is utterly silent when he moves even as he passes over the same floorboards that creaked and groaned beneath your feet. He is tall, lithely muscled and honed to swift, lethal perfection. His hair is dark and he is permitted to wear it long unlike Merrillâs short, precise cut that ends at his nape. He smiles, too, even when he isnât in the field or catering to Orcusâ every whim.Â
His eyes were blue once. Theyâve calcified to metallic silver, shimmery like an animal in the dark.Â
âWhat has you so tense this morning?â he asks playfully.Â
âNothing,â you say, focused on slathering a generous helping of pink jam onto your toast. Foxglove, says the label. It has a sharp, bitter tang that fizzles on your tongue.
âYour apprenticeship is almost over. Youâll be an official member of House Mandragora soon. Arenât you excited?âÂ
âCanât wait,â you say glumly.Â
âI never shouldâve let you go to public school,â Orcus laments. âYouâve been difficult ever since. What on earth does that wretched world have to offer you?âÂ
Choice, you think. You donât dare speak the word aloud. Choices are what you found out there. There are so many things people can be. Not just what was decided for them. Not just the House they were born into. Youâll never have that here. The others try to draw you into a conversation about politics and alliances, how amusingly the distant Main House has conducted itself as of late, but youâre unenthusiastic. The revenants are leering at you, whispering with hooded gazes. Wondering who among them will have the privilege to taste you.
âYou could be our new representative to the Main House,â one of your instructors mentions, hoping to entice you into anything more than apathy. âMost of us donât care for socialization or those tiring soirees they love to host. Perhaps you would enjoy those.âÂ
âIâd rather not,â you say.Â
âWell, we could always use more apothecaries. The gardens are also a splendid place to work.âÂ
âMhm,â you say. You reach for the jar of wolfâs bane jam, the sticky sweetness inside dark purple.
âOr you could tell us what you want instead of making us guess,â Orcus says brusquely. Your eyes meet across the table. You know he cares in his own strange way, as much as anyone in House Mandragora cares about anyone else. He sent you to the Main House sometimes as a child in the hopes of easing your loneliness, setting up playdates with children who ultimately were too afraid to come near you. He let you out in the garden when you should have been studying, or brought you with him to the revenantâs leisure quarters where they cooed and fawned over you.
Your silence tells him all the things you know you canât say. He sighs heavily.Â
âHouse Mandragora fulfills a very important purpose,â he says. âThere is no one else who can do what we are capable of.â
âI know,â you say quietly.Â
âOur work is sacred. It is vital to the Main House and necessary for all of humanity. Without us, those who inflict sickness on the world would not be culled.âÂ
âI know that,â you insist.Â
âOnly we can do this,â Orcus says sternly. âWe are few in number because it is a rare thing to birth a new being from both life and death. Each one of us is precious. Each one of us has a role we must fulfillââ
Your silverware clatters on your plate and you shove your chair back, standing abruptly. Gideon frowns. Merrill looks at you with concern. âI would like to begin my studies for the day,â you say.Â
Orcusâs brows furrow in irritation. You confound him. You always have. You wonder often if you were a mistake, or if his impulsive kindness in your youth was a strangeness the likes of which House Mandragora has never experienced before. âYou may go,â he says coldly. You do, without hesitation. You can feel them watchingâyour elders, disapproving. The revenants, curious and hungry. Merrill follows you into the hallway, easily matching your rushed pace.Â
âYouâre upset,â he says.Â
You shake your head. âIâm fine.â You pass elaborate wall sconces and decorative alcoves with sculptures and old vases, open doorways to libraries and laboratories. Such a vast, sprawling place, and so empty. It was so frightening to be the only child here. You stop beside an arched window adorned with intricate Gothic stonework, looking out at the rain churning the mud. The garden grows wild with prickly leaves and bright blossoms; larkspur, lily of the valley, clumps of hydrangea and shy blooms of bloodwort.Â
âI wish I could help. I wish I understood better,â Merrill admits.Â
You wish he did, too. You wish anyone here did. âDoesnât it scare you?âÂ
âWhat?â he asks.
âDying.âÂ
He doesnât answer. You turn and he quickly averts his eyes, his smile small and trembling. âNo,â he says. âNot at all. Iâve dreamed of all the ways it might happen.â He glances up shyly, his smile waning at the sight of your discomfort. âAreâŠare you afraid?â His expression softens. He moves closer. He reaches for you slowly, giving you time to back away or reject him. When you donât, he cups his fingers beneath yours. He holds your hands like each is a precious treasure. âAre you afraid of me dying? For you, and for the House? You donât have to be. I want it more than anything.â
You pull away slowly. Merrill lets you go. You see just a twinge of fear and hurt before he covers it with his usual stoic facade. âWill you uphold your vow?â you ask him.Â
He doesnât smile but he nods resolutely and stands straighter. âYes,â he says. âAlways.â
âThank you, Merrill.âÂ
The sound of his name makes him shiver and bite his lip. He nods again and you try not to feel so guilty.
You have to wait until evening. Your instructors are nosy throughout the day, a constant rotation of concerned faces peeking into the study where youâve sequestered yourself. The revenants are more active at night when everyone else goes to sleep, so you donât have long. As the sky darkens and the rain keeps falling, Merrill follows you through the courtyard. He holds the umbrella while you fumble with a keyring pilfered from one of your instructors, each thin piece of metals bearing a decorative flower at its base. This overgrown shack in the corner of the garden conceals the entrance to the Sending Tunnels, a covert pathway for the revenants to leave the House and perform their duties. Its dark, subterranean passageways fork and wind in a dizzying labyrinth that would be easy to get lost in, but Merrill has been taught how to navigate it blindfolded.Â
Youâve checked the schedule and no one is coming and going at this hour. This is your best chance. One of the exits feeds directly into a subway tunnel in the heart of the city. You could be long gone by the time they even realize youâre missing.
âYouâre certain you want to do this?â Merrill asks, so quietly you almost donât hear him over the constant hiss of the rain.Â
âYou promised you would help me,â you say.
âI did. I will. Always. But are you sure about this? No one is permitted to abandon the House. Theyâll hunt us for the rest of our lives.â He doesnât sound afraid. He doesnât even sound upset. Matter of fact and mild as always, Merrill simply seeks clear orders and your approval. You wish you didnât have to get him involved. You wish his House hadnât made him what he was, so eager to please you that he would turn his back on everything heâs ever known just because you asked.
It takes a few tries but you find the right key decorated with the pinwheel blossom of an oleander flower. The lock turns and clicks. You push the door and it creaks open, a musty smell emerging from inside. âYes,â you say. âThis is what I want.â You want to show him the world outside this place. Maybe heâll love it, simply because you do.
Stone steps descend into deep, oppressive darkness. The air is cold and ancient, choked with dust. The only lights in the Sending Tunnels are lanterns affixed to the walls, and they are few and far between. Merrill holds your arm, gently guiding you in the void between with soft tugs and whispers. You think youâve made several turns, that the path might have sunk even deeper into the earth, but you arenât certain.Â
Several times, you think you feel wind. A sudden chill, or the breeze of movement gusting past you. Something could be here and you wouldnât know, you realize. But Merrill would, surely. He would sense danger coming long before it reached you.Â
âYouâre shivering,â he says.Â
âI didnât know it was like this down here,â you admit. âHow far is it?â
âItâsâŠright here.â He sounds reluctant. Nervous, you think.
You canât see anything. Then a light flickersâa lantern turns on in the tunnel ahead, switched on by clawed fingers. Gideon steps forward and your heart sinks. Those arenât shadows in the tunnel behind him. Those are revenants standing shoulder to shoulder, blocking your path. They raise their heads in unison and the glint of lantern light makes their eyes shine. The scuff of footsteps on the stone behind you is deliberate, a way of letting you know youâre surrounded.Â
âI made a bet with Orcus this morning,â Gideon says. He saunters closer. Merrillâs arm slips away and he puts himself between you. His hands twitch at his sides, fighting the instinct to draw a weapon. âHeâll be disappointed to know he lost.âÂ
âGideon, please,â you beg him. âI donât belong here. You have to know that. Everyone knows. Thereâs no point in keeping me here.âÂ
âOf course you belong here. Every member of House Mandragora is precious and irreplaceable.â He takes another step and you see Merrill bristle like an angry cat, muscles taut and shoulders heaving with heavy, anxious breath. Gideon tilts his head, regarding Merrill with an expression of amusement. âDo you uphold your vows, brother?âÂ
Merrill trembles. âYes.âÂ
âAgainst everything?â Gideon asks. âAnd everyone?âÂ
Merrill turns to look at you. On his face is an expression of sheer, unbridled joy. âYes,â he breathes. Gideon grasps his shoulder with one hand. The other plunges into Merrillâs chest like a dagger, punching all the way through flesh, bone and armored bodysuit in a sickening burst of blood. Youâre too shocked to scream. Merrill holds your gaze even as dark droplets spatter the floor at his feet. Blood trickles from the corners of his blissful smile. When Gideon rips his hand back out, he sinks to his knees, clutching the gaping wound. You can see soft, pulsating things and the glint of fractured bone poking through the hole in his chest. He shudders and coughs, a watery red clump pouring from his lips.Â
In shock and disbelief, you drop to the ground beside Merrill. He rolls onto his back and you frame his face in your hands, tears rolling down your cheeks. He clasps your hand against his face with shaky fingers. He nuzzles against it, kissing your palm. His eyelids flutter. Heâs losing too much blood. You hear the revenants whispering above you, excited, expectant, and you suddenly understand. This is not a punishment. Merrill didnât tremble with fear before, but with anticipation.Â
âYou told them,â you realize. âYou were never going to help me leave.â He might not hear you, or he might not care. He groans in agony and clings to your hand.Â
âHe protected you from yourself,â Gideon tells you. He shakes his hand, splattering Merrillâs blood on the floor. âFrom your recklessness. From your shortsighted, pointless rebellion.â When you do nothing but wordlessly shudder and cry, he crouches beside you with a pitying expression. You flinch when his claw grips your shoulder, blood staining your sleeve. His eyes glint in predatory delight in the dark. âHeâs going to die,â he tells you with a smile.Â
You can barely see through your tears, everything twisting light and shadow and blood. This isnât a choice. It never was. This is the next step on the only path youâre allowed to take. Inevitable, no matter how hard you fight. Merrillâs grip loosens. His gaze grows distant. He stops coughing and trembling, sagging against the ground. You do what you were always going to do, somehow, someday. You climb on top of him, laying over his body and the hole through his center, feeling his pulse slow and stutter in his chest. You press your lips against his.Â
The first death is misery. Orcus told you it would be. It is pain unlike any other, heat and sharpness and unmaking. Merrill shivers under you. Then he flinches. Then he convulses, legs kicking and flailing under you, hands clenching and unclenching. His eyes roll back in his head and if he had the strength, he would be screaming. He makes horrible choking sounds, his fingers scraping the floor until his nails break and his fingers bleed. The saliva dribbling down his chin and pouring out the sides of his mouth is a dark greenish-yellow like bile. His heart is shaking uselessly. His lungs are paralyzed. His nerves are on fire and his insides are corroding, the hole in his chest sloshing with pinkish foam and dark red sludge.Â
The poison in your body couldâve killed every revenant in the tunnel when they still lived.
You can feel the change when it takes him. Merrill goes frighteningly still for a moment and then he gasps. His chest heaves with harsh, sucking breaths and he wraps his arms around you, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other slides down to your waist. Heâs ravenous when his strength returns, kissing you back with tongue and teeth. His hips push up against you and you gasp at the sudden hardness straining against his bodysuit between his legs.Â
âYes,â he moans between eager nips and licks and bites. âOh, itâsâitâs even better than I imagined. You taste like heaven.âÂ
The first resurrection is bliss. They all are, Orcus says, but your revenant will chase the perfect ecstasy of that first soul-searing sensation after oblivion for the rest of eternity. Merrill kisses you hungrily, his tongue curling against yours. The taste of you has gone from rancid to the sweetest ambrosia and he strokes your cheek, smooths his thumb along your jaw, tilts your head into a better angle so he can swallow even more of your poison. Youâve never kissed before, never felt the throbbing thickness of his arousal so close to your center. It makes you whimper and hold onto him tighter.Â
âMove with me,â he begs you. Both of his hands move lower, cupping the swell of your ass through your robes. Itâs bold of him, unthinkable only hours ago, but heâs not just an apprentice anymore. He pulls you into the shaky, rolling motions of his hips. You gasp and shudder together at the pleasant friction. âLike that,â he whispers. âUse me. Iâm yours.â He encourages you with soft, pleading kisses, squeezing and kneading your ass.Â
You forget everythingâwhere you are and why, that anything else exists. All that matters is Merrill, warm and writhing and kissing you breathless. The sound he makes when you frantically grind down on him is almost wounded, desperate, shaky keening.Â
âAnd youâre mine. Mine forever,â he babbles, half-muffled against your lips. âYouâll have others, I know you will. But Iâm your first. Iâll always be your first. I knew the taste of you before anyone else.â He chants praise and encouragement even when you break the kiss, overwhelmed and sensitive in ways youâve never experienced before. You bury your face in his neck and blanket your body over his, mindlessly rutting your clothed sex against his. âDonât stop,â he whispers, his breath warming your ear. âKeep going. Doesnât it feel good?â His breathing gets harsher, his moans louder, as he bucks up into your thrusts.Â
You cry out and stiffen against Merrill, hips shaking in frantic movements as you reach your peak. He tilts your chin and claims your mouth while youâre still catching your breath. Itâs your poison on his tongue that pushes him over the edge. He groans as he licks into your mouth and pulls your hips roughly against his in several last hard thrusts. You go limp against him and Merrill cushions your head against his chestâwhole again, healed over beneath shattered armor and torn fabric. His hands stroke your head and down your back.Â
You regain awareness of your surroundings gradually. Youâre too tired for shame, too weary for anger. The revenants encircling you fall to one knee, their heads bowed, honoring your ascension to House Mandragora.Â
Your revenant takes your hand and presses it to his lips. His smile is wide. His eyes gleam silver.
#rotpeach writes#goretober#original#got a bit too ambitious with the worldbuilding for this one so theres a lot of lore that just didnt fit but hopefully its still hot
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January 2024 Reads
The Gentlemen's Gambit - Evie Dunmore
A Lady Guide's to Mischief and Mayhem - Manda Collins
The Ladies Rewrite the Rules - Suzanne Allain
One Night in Hartswood - Emma Denny
The Breakup Tour - Emily Wibberley
Places We've Never Been - Kasie West
Most Ardently - Gabe Cole Novoa
Okay, Cupid - Mason Deaver
Love, Me - Jessica Saunders
Dungeons and Drama - Kristy Boyce
Seven Percent of Ro Devereux - Ellen O'Clover
Eight Dates and Nights - Betsy Aldredge
Rules for Being a Girl - Candace Bushnell, Katie Cotungo
The Christmas Wish - Lindsey Kelk
After the Forest - Kell Woods
All the Hidden Paths - For Meadows
Shady Hollow - Juneau Black
Strong Poison - Dorothy L. Sayers
The Silver Chair - C.S. Lewis
The Chalice of the Gods - Rick Riordan
The Marvelous Magic of Miss Mabel - Natasha Lowe
Elf Dog and Owl Head - M.T. Anderson
Winter - Kelsey E. Gross
The Bookstore Cat - Cylin Busby
The Glass Castle - Jeannette Walls
Brain on Fire - Susannah Cahalan
A Book of Days - Patti Smith
Karma - Boy George
I Hate Everyone, Except You - Clinton Kelly
The Life Brief - Bonnie Wan
The Stress Prescription - Elissa Epel
Infectious Generosity - Chris J. Anderson
Break the Cycle - Mariel Buque
Eve - Cat Bohannon
House Love - Patric Richardson
Pests - Bethany Brookshire
Freaks, Gleeks, and Dawson's Creek - Thea Glassman
But Have You Read the Book? - Kristen Lopez
The Good, the Bad, and the Barbie - Tanya Lee Stone
Normal is Just a Setting on the Dryer - Adair Lara
Men to Avoid in Art and Life - Nicole Tersigni
Friends to Keep in Art and Life - Nicole Tersigni
Parenting Advice to Ignore in Art and Life - Nicole Tersigni
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Messy memoirs, healing from generational trauma, and recovery from burnout - these are a few of my favorite things.
Goodreads Goal:Â 43/200
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Redone 1872 Victorian in San Francisco, CA. As you can see it must've been brick b/c of the corner stones, but it's been sided and painted gray with purple trim. I don't mind that. 4bds, 6ba, 5,158 sq ft, $4.995m. What do you think?
The side hall entrance. I love that they used a darker floor for authenticity. That's the original front door. The stairs are intact, I like the runner. Not sure about the stone tile on the wall, though. The original molding has been painted gray.
The sitting room is entirely gray, but original. Love the fireplace.
Magnificent classical art on the ceiling, framed in gold crown molding.
In the second, matching sitting room, there's a little more color. There's a bar shelf in the corner with a nice zebra background.
And, look at this. The mural continues in this room. So far, I love it.
Oh, wow. They took some walls down and made a huge dining room/kitchen. I love the chandelier.
I don't know how I feel about this. I don't care for the upper cabinets. They did a brick wall, but why didn't they use used brick, so it looks old.
Next to it, they did a family room. I decided. I don't like it. Way too modern, and they changed the whole floor plan.
The powder room is gorgeous, but it's not Victorian looking.
This is one of my favorite wallpaper patterns, but they do have it w/people as well as monkeys, which may have been more appropriate for a Victorian. Well, at least they saved the railing.
What is with these people and stone walls? I like the light fixture. Looks like there should've been a fireplace where the dresser is.
Renovated bath. Wood painted black, but original. I like the sink. The silver paper I like, but not for this house.
Very modern looking closet.
This bedroom is good. Dark floor, original closets and fireplace.
This bath is beautiful, but super-modern. The only Victorian touch is the door.
Love the architectural features here.
Small, authentic bedroom.
The finished attic. Note the ceiling w/the artwork. Very modern, but it's the attic, so I'll give it a pass.
Modern shower room.
Down in the basement, there's a bright, modern wine cellar.
Family room and office or craft room.
Basement bedroom suite. Nice tile and I like the sink.
The yard is basically a patio. I don't like that it's so open to a main street.
https://www.zillow.com/homes/956-S-Van-Ness-Ave-San-Francisco,-CA-94110_rb/15145720_zpid/?
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