#them being bodies. although there is hints that beau knows of more people who have died because he absolutely would. but his close losses

[foxmulderautism]

the scariest part is opening the doc but now im pissed bc i know i have the cut this out but why does it hit.....i will reuse the end because it was sooo foreshadowing the fact that lover boy is just beau anticipating the one year anniversary of bobby and how he reacts when he reaches that day (it is not good!) but come on man. posting in memoriam

[louiseleblancdiggory]

do you still take prompts?? i would love a lou and reid “kissing in public” one 🥺❤️

I’m always taking prompts! This came in such a good time because I have been trying to write a smutty Loureid scene and is just not coming out the way I want, so the break from it to write some fluff was blessed. Hope you like it!

Word count: 1800 

PDA

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Reid wasn’t a social butterfly, Louise knew that.

And it never really bothered her, not really. She loved her boyfriend the way he was— quiet, brooding and intimidatingly smart. Reid was loving and caring for her in the privacy of their apartments or their friends’ apartments. He had a complete soft spot for her and, the few times someone did see him smiling in public, it was usually at Lou.

Despite hating large gatherings, Reid would always go parties with Lou. He wanted to make sure she was safe all the time, and he knew Lou wanted him there. His presence was never a bother, always a soothing company. Lou could get extremely drunk and Reid would be there. She could not drink at all and he would be there. She could go to spend hours in that party or only five minutes and he would always gladly follow her.

He wouldn’t dance or even talk to that many people, and although his eyes would never leave her body while she danced.

Lou couldn’t really complain about her handsome boyfriend staring at her dancing as if he was going to devour her.

As she said, Reid’s personality didn’t bother her one tiny bit.

But apparently his behavior annoyed the hell out of him.

“Good morning.” Lou said lazily, padding out of Reid’s bedroom. He was sitting with his back to her at the table but she could notice how tense his body was. Lou walked up to him, hugging him from behind. His body immediately relaxed, and she pressed a few kisses to his neck. “Did you wake up too long ago?”

“No.” He said, pulling her around the chair so she could sit on his lap. He gave her a quick kiss before Lou turned to the table to grab a toast and put some grape jam on it. “Maybe half an hour ago? I didn’t want to wake you.”

Lou merely hummed, taking a bite of her toast. She offered it to Reid but he gave her a shake of his head, gesturing to an enormous cup of coffee by the table. “That much coffee will kill you one day.”

He laughed, but it was clipped. Lou fully turned to him, analyzing his features. Reid was the tallest man she had ever seen, so even on his lap she had to look up at his face. Ivory skin, deep cobalt eyes and coppery hair, the sharp lines constructing his face could have landed him in a model agency if Reid wasn’t such an academic. His features that were usually relaxed when it was only the two of them appeared tense.

Lou raised an eyebrow, smoothing the crease between his brows. “What happened, Chass?”

“Do you regret dating me?”

Lou blinked. “What?”

He sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not really your type, Lou.”

Reid knew about her ex boyfriends. Knew that they were all as social and open as she was, but Lou never thought that it was something that bothered Reid or even made him think that he wasn’t her type. She liked smart, loyal men. Liked someone trustworthy and that would always be able to match her sarcasm and jokes with sarcasm and jokes of his own. Reid was perfect for her.

“Of course you are my type.” She said as if stating the obvious. “Why all this now?”

He sighed again and turned his head, ignoring her gaze. “Yesterday…”

“Oh. Oh.” Lou said, her gaze softening. They had been to a party yesterday, and everything was going as always. She had talked to everyone and Reid was content to just observe his girlfriend on her habitat. Everyone liked Lou, he knew, and it gave him enormous satisfaction to know that despite his reserves she had fallen for him as hard as he had fallen for her. He was thinking about that the night before when he watched a guy approach Lou from behind and start dancing with her. She immediately got away, saying something to the guy and then pointing at Reid’s direction.

The man looked Reid up and down, then Lou. And then he snorted and Reid could see his mouth forming the word “Him?”. Lou nodded, and the guy laughed again but left.

“No one understands how we’re together, Lou. Some don’t even believe. And there’s a fucking reason for that.” He looked back at her, his expression almost pained. “You couldn’t be more social if you tried, and if I tried to be more recluse, I wouldn’t even leave the apartment. I— I just… I don’t want to hold you back.”

“You don’t fucking hold me back.” Her voice was harsh. She knew she should be nicer to Reid right now, it wasn’t really his fault he had insecurities about their relationship. She did too. “And the same way you think that, I do too. But I know it’s stupid because I love you and you love me and that’s all it matters. We never cared about other people’s opinions on our relationship. Let’s not start now.”

He snorted, not at all convinced.

“Would you leave me for a chemistry genius? The type of girl who can probably resolve problems in record time, undoubtedly watches those boring ass documentaries you do and most definitely has won about twenty seven awards on her field?”

“No, of course not. I would never leave you”

“Then why the hell would I leave you for someone that’s more like me?” She crossed her eyes and stared at him.

He stared right back, his features relaxing little by little. Lou never knew Reid even thought of these things. He had never even as much hinted jealously or doubt in their relationship and Lou was terrified that this would make him break up with her because he would think that he was doing the best for her. As much as Reid was a science genius, his grasp on other people’s emotions was a disaster.

“I love you, Reid. Part of me has loved you since the first time we met through Beau and you blurted out what my name meant when I introduced myself.” His cheeks became a rosy pink and Lou smiled. “You’re the best I could ever hope for. Your personality never bothered me, and if you decided to never go to a party again it wouldn’t bother me either.”

He nodded, resting his face on the crook of her neck and taking a deep breath. Lou’s arms came around his shoulders, and she just hugged him.

“I love you too, you know.” He murmured against her skin.

Lou smiled broadly, turning back to the table to eat another toast. “Of course I know.”

The rest of the day went by without too much problem. They spent the whole Saturday together at his apartment, eventually ordering food because Reid didn’t feel like cooking and Lou was a disgrace in the kitchen. When the night came and Coco swept by to pick Lou up to a party at Beau’s fraternity, Reid accompanied both women regardless of Lou’s earlier statement. He usually took care of Coco as much as he took care of Lou. And also Beau.

“Coco.” He said and Lou’s best friend smiled at her boyfriend. Coco and Reid had became close friends after he and Lou started dating. “Looking dashing. I’m sorry for my brother.”

Coco laughed at Reid while looping an arm through Lou’s. “I’m sorry for him too.” Coco chirped. Her and Beau had been playing that strange game of theirs for years now to Reid and Lou’s immeasurable entertainment.

When they arrived at the house, Coco left Lou with Reid to find Beau. Ansel wasn’t coming today, having an anatomy test tomorrow. Reid offered to help him study, but Ans just brushed him off and told him to go have fun with his girlfriend.

Lou expected Reid to go to his usual spot while she combed through the party, but instead he surprisingly slid his hand into her and took a step closer. Lou didn’t comment anything on it, but she would certainly bring it up later. He followed her around as she greeted people. She stopped to talk to a few, gesturing with a hand to the man behind her and introducing him as her boyfriend. As much as Reid wasn’t one for social interactions with strangers, he couldn’t help but be happy at the smile on Lou’s face every time she introduced him or got comment such as “You are such a pretty couple!”.

When even she tired of greeting everyone, she dragged Reid to the bar, grabbing one of those red cups filled with cheap beer. She offered one to Reid, but he merely shook his head and bent down to whisper on her ear. “I’m the DD tonight, baby. Can’t drink.”

“You’re always the DD.” She pouted but didn’t insist further. “I would be majorly pissed if I was always the DD.”

He laughed and pulled her to one of the armchairs near the beer pong. He sat down, looking at her standing in front of him a second before pulling her close to his lap.

“You were never one for PDA, Chass.” She mused against his ear so he could hear her voice clearly. His hands were on her hips, and she rested against his chest, one arm around his shoulders.

“I was going to let you roam around like the social butterfly you are as per usual.” He also said against her ear. “But you seemed so happy by holding my hand and introducing me to your friends that now I think I’ll keep you here for the rest of the night.”

She laughed, taking a sip of her beer. It tasted like piss as always.

“So I have the green light for PDA tonight?” She asked, smiling against his ear.

She could hear him snorting, one of his hands going up and down her back. “I am yours, Louise le Blanc.”

Her smile widened, and she pulled back to look at Reid. Even among this many people, he seemed for the first time completely relaxed. Reid wasn’t one for holding hands in public, or constantly hugging or kissing. She didn’t want him to change but it was so good being able to show her boyfriend off.

“Well,” she said leaning in. “Let me enjoy you then.”

His smile was as big as hers when she touched her lips to him. It wasn’t anything as hot or deep as they usually did in their apartments, but not even Lou would be comfortable doing that in public. No, the kisses were sweet and soft, and Lou couldn’t stop smiling as Reid kissed her through the night, completely at ease with her in his arms.

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[dragonkeeper19600]

What is the Medicine Seller?

The subjectivity of Mononoke is a large part of what makes the series unique. But, one of the biggest mysteries that the show leaves unanswered is what exactly the Medicine Seller is supposed to be. From his weird powers, traits, and appearance to the fact that he clearly doesn’t age, it’s an understatement to say that this isn’t a normal guy. All kinds of theories have been floating around about the Medicine Seller’s true identity, that he’s a onmyōji, a god, or some kind of benevolent mononoke. 

However, for my money, looking at all the evidence combined from the show and Japanese mythology, I’ve concluded that the Medicine Seller is most likely a kitsune. 

Now, I feel like most anime viewers have at least a cursory idea what a kitsune is, but just to recap: “Kitsune” (狐) is the Japanese word for fox. Traditional Japanese folk beliefs attributed all sorts of mysterious powers to foxes, including shapeshifting, creating illusions, and warding off evil spirits. Taking cues from ancient Chinese lore about fox spirits, kitsune have captured the imagination of Japanese artists and storytellers for centuries and continue to do so in the present day.

I’m far from the first person to come up with the “Medicine Seller is a fox” theory. It’s the only theory cited on the admittedly bare-bones Mononoke Wiki, and numerous commentators and Tropers have speculated that our favorite flamboyant exorcist might be a fox in disguise. So, allow me to take some time to display all the compiled evidence as to why I think this is the most plausible theory.

Let’s start with the obvious: The guy looks like a fox.

The red markings on his face are very reminiscent of the red paint you see on the traditional kitsune masks people wear around festival time. These markings are highlighted in the anime’s opening, so you can really see the similarity.

His long ears and fangs could also be considered vulpine.

The literature is rife with examples of foxy traits showing through a kitsune’s human disguise, especially when they’re startled or caught off-guard, such as ears, a tail, or canine teeth. We’ve never seen a tail on the Medicine Seller, but who knows what he’s hiding under that robe? I’ve also seen some sources claim that the tail will be revealed if you see the kitsune’s reflection or shadow. We haven’t seen either, so who knows?

Secondly, there’s a hierarchy to keep in mind when thinking about Japanese foxes. Some kitsune are holy messengers while others are malignant spirits that bring ruin to humans. Some are merely pranksters, using their powers to pull hilarious tricks on unwitting humans, sometimes to teach them a lesson but often just for shits and giggles.

Holy, high-ranking foxes are said to be messengers of the Shinto god Inari, the rice god and the patron deity of merchants and sword smiths. 

Pictured: A merchant with a sword.

Fox statues like the one pictured above can be seen standing guard in front of Inari’s shrines, where they are said to ward off evil. The A-to-Z Online Buddhist dictionary has this to say:

“[T]he fox is associated with the concept of Kimon 鬼門, literally “demon gate,” a Japanese term stemming from Chinese geomancy (Ch: feng shui). In Chinese thought, the northeast quarter is considered particularly inauspicious. It is the place where "demons gather and enter." This belief was imported by the Japanese and is referred to as Kimon. Kimon generally means ominous direction, or taboo direction. In Japan, the fox is considered a powerful ally in warding off evil Kimon influences. Fox statues are often placed in northeast locations to stand guard over demonic influence, and two foxes typically guard the entrance to Inari Shrines, one to the left and one to the right of the gate.”

He may not be a statue, but “warding off demonic influences” is basically half of the Medicine Seller’s job description. He often uses seals, salt, prayer, and other methods accessible to humans, but the Bakeneko arc of Ayakashi clearly shows he can keep a mononoke at bay just by flexing really hard. 

Yokai.com goes into some detail about the various ranks of kitsune, from the lowliest trickster to the most divine guardian. One rank of kitsune of particular interest to me is called the Kiko (気狐), a servant of Inari that has evolved to the point where it no longer has a physical form. Many Kiko adopt human disguises, but they have not yet ascended to a heavenly plane and so remain on Earth serving Inari’s will. 

We have never seen the Medicine Seller eat, drink, or sleep. There is, however, one physical need that he does indulge in.

If you get my meaning.

Pictured above is the Medicine Seller’s extensive shunga (春画) collection. Shunga is Edo period porn, and it wasn’t exactly uncommon for merchants to be carrying volumes of shunga on their person. However, 20+ volumes seems a bit excessive to me.

It’s a trait that doesn’t come up all that much in Mononoke, but the first episode of Ayakashi’s Bakeneko arc reveals that the Medicine Seller is a bit of a horny bastard. He trades info on various virility and fertility medications with Kayo, a conversation that involves a lot of whispering into her ear. He was about to share his porn with Kayo before they were interrupted. I’m convinced that if Sato had entered the kitchen ten minutes later, she would have found the two of them fucking on the floor.

As anyone who's watched Naruto can tell you, kitsune are often associated with sex. Inari, among other things, is also a fertility god, and there are many stories of kitsune adopting human form and seducing unwitting mortals, running the full gambit from the horrific to the romantic. A good chunk of these stories involve the kitsune marrying their human beau and even bearing his children in some cases. 

Most stories of this nature center on female kitsune, but it’s not like male kitsune don’t exist. The popularity of sexy fox women can probably be chalked up to male-dominated Edo society, but more and more male kitsune have been sighted in modern anime.

I believe we can add Mononoke to this number. Practically every woman in the series creams their pants at the mere sight of the Medicine Seller, and it doesn’t seem that their attraction is one-sided. The Medicine Seller has all kinds of sexual tension with Kayo in both series. And, if you look closely, you can spy some romantic tension with Ochou as well. There’s little doubt that the Medicine Seller is attracted to human women and is even capable of falling in love with them. However, due to his role slaying mononoke, it is unlikely that he can ever settle down and marry one the way many other kitsune do.

Personality-wise, the Medicine Seller is also reminiscent of a fox. Like I mentioned above, kitsune are often tricksters by nature. Although the Medicine Seller never acts in a needlessly malicious way, he does like to dick around with people. A lot of the aforementioned tension with Kayo takes the form of teasing banter. 

Keep in mind: It wasn’t him who changed the compass. Which means he’s being vague for no other reason except to mess with Kayo.

He also spend a good portion of his arc in Ayakashi trolling the Sakai household, especially Odajima. And do we even need to mention his gambit in the Nue arc? 

So, his appearance, relationships, and personality are all decidedly fox-like. What about his powers? Well, in the Nopperabou arc, we get a pretty clear hint that the Medicine Seller’s physical form is just an illusion.

The Masked Man’s attempt to take away the Medicine Seller’s face failed because that wasn’t his real face. He outright compared his face to a facade. Since it was just an illusion, it was easy for him to change it back. It should also be noted that the Nopperabou, the faceless ghost, often appears not as an independent spirit but a hilarious prank that other yokai like to pull on humans. Tanuki, Manji (badger spirits), and, yes, even Kitsune have used the image of a faceless human being to scare humans. This is getting into fan wank territory itself, but it is entirely possible that the Medicine Seller is all too familiar with the art of face removal, having pulled that trick himself in his younger days.

That the Medicine Seller’s body isn’t real could also explain the nature of his Other Self. During his first transformation sequence in Ayakashi (which is repeated in the Nue arc), we see the markings on his face and robes disappear.

Before gold markings reappear on his Other Self.

It might be possible to think of this “transformation” as more of a body surf. The flowing markings could indicate the presence of the fox spirit as it moves from one body to the other. This is a good time to point out that gold eyes are said to be another common trait of kitsune, and white fur is indicative of an Inari fox. The Other Self’s long white hair may be a hint as to his divine nature. 

Now, with all his powers and religious motifs, is it possible that the Medicine Seller is not a fox but in fact Inari himself? I did briefly contemplate that possibility, but I ultimately decided it probably wasn’t true. The Medicine Seller’s powers have limits that I feel a high-ranking god like Inari wouldn’t have. It looked like he did serious damage to himself trying to hold back the bakeneko in Ayakashi.

Ouchies.

Rather than being a human avatar of Inari, I find it more likely that the Medicine Seller is a kiko carrying out Inari’s will. In his first appearance in Ayakashi, some men spot the Medicine Seller standing outside the Sakai household, apparently talking to himself.

At the beginning of Mononoke’s first episode, he does the same thing outside the inn. His mouth is moving, but we don’t hear what he’s saying.

In both cases, the men who see him try to call out to him to get his attention, and in both cases he ignores them. He never says who he was talking to, and nobody ever asks. It is strange, however, that he always shows up just where a mononoke is going to be, even when he doesn’t seem to know anything about the mononoke before he arrives. Could it be he is actually receiving instructions from Inari? Inari might be telling him where to go, and the Medicine Seller figures out the rest from there. He can’t know about the mononoke’s form, truth, or reason yet, otherwise he’d be able to slay it right away. How else would he know where to go unless he was being told?

Of course, there are other possibility as to who he could be talking to. It could be his Other Self, if you hold the theory that the Medicine Seller and the Other Self are separate entities (which I don’t, so much). I also contemplated whether it was the sword he was talking to, but the sword is in the trunk. For my money, communing with a god seems the most fitting. 

According to Shinto beliefs, foxes can live for up to 1000 years, which would explain why the Medicine Seller is still around after centuries have passed. But, what happens after the millennium is over? At that point, a kitsune sprouts its final, ninth tail and ascends to the heavenly plain, leaving this earth behind. I personally believe that the Medicine Seller has been tasked to wander the earth for 1000 years, slaying mononoke until his time is up. At that point, he’ll become a being as powerful as a god, but until then he must learn to truly understand humanity. Only once he has become thus enlightened will he be able to ascend. 

This, I believe, is why the Sword of Exorcism can only be drawn once he’s learned the mononoke’s form, truth, and reason. He can only slay the mononoke if he comes to truly understand it and sympathize with it. It’s all part of a thousand-year long learning process in addition to aiding humanity.

And once he’s done, some day centuries from now, perhaps another young fox will take up the sword and walk through man’s despair, putting the souls of the anguished to rest. 

It’s a lonely destiny, but it has its perks.

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[queenlifesupport]

Like It’s Yours (Ben x Joe x Y/N) #1

A/N : This is sorta inspired by @freddiesmercvry (Truth or Dare) and low-key from 50 Shades of Grey... Also please leave suggestions for scenes or some smutty situations!! (this might have typos, also im so tired while writing this so it might be SHIT)

WARNINGS : SEX, Language, Unprotected Sex, Kinkiness. WORDS : 3,019

I haven't been out of my small apartment in days, I had work piled on my desk like theres no tomorrow, my job was absolutely pushing me to the edge and I needed a break before I fell. I used the strong liquor in my hand to pump myself with confidence in order to move onto the dance floor, I wasn't much of a drinker but tonight called for it. It was hard to make out what song was playing due to the overdramatized bass that throbbed through my eardrums, but whatever it was, people still let loose of their problems and personal lifestyle. 

I attempted to stand while the drink flew through my system, accomplishing balance on my six inch heels. The confidence finally brought me to the large gathering I've been eyeing all night. I entered the crowd, feeling like I'm lost in a humid corn-maze, being bumped into by random strangers that were also tipsy, some more than others. Finding the middle of the crowd, it was my time to let loose. During the midst of my drunken swaying, my eyes fluttered open to view those around me, gaze following the eyes a man a few feet away. He looked lascivious as he mirrored my moves. His blonde hair was slightly swept to the side, he wore an all black suit that tailored him quite nicely, you could tell he was fit. I held his stare intensely, not daring to make a move in his direction for I did not want to lose the challenging match so easily. He seemed to not budge easily either, I debated in my mind to either approach or signal him over. His glare made my stomach slightly weak, out of reflex I looked away, I knew I couldn't approach him on my own. I continued to dance, deciding to slow it down, adding more sensualness to the way I moved. I needed to draw him in and this was the only way I knew how. Although our beaming was cut off from my shyness, I could feel his eyes still exploring every inch of my body. My feet began to ache, I had a inclination that connections would not ascend further, I'd rather sit down instead of waste my time. I looked up one last time, giving the stranger a smile before strutting off to the lounging area. I felt overheated from the moving along from the warmth emanating off others, once getting away from the swarm I accompanied myself on the white pleather. I sighed at the cool air being pushed over me from the air conditioning overhead, I wondered why there wasn't air conditioning above the dance floor. It was getting late according to the time on my phone screen, I should head home soon so I can attempt to demolish my workload tomorrow.

"Hello." My thoughts were interrupted by a harsh British accent, I took a gander at the wellspring of the voice and to my surprise it was him, the one from the herd in the dancing mass. My eyebrows lifted ever so lightly, I didn't think he'd follow.

"Oh - hi." I could only manage a short response. He lightly chuckled before asking me if he could accompany me on the cushion, I accepted. He smelled of Versace cologne, the hint of green apple, mint, and lemon, it was exhilarating on its own.

"Crowded night, I suppose." His voice was as mesmerizing as his scent.

"Indeed. I've never been here, thought I'd give the nightlife a try."

"I agree, I usually come here to meet interesting people, and as of now, I've accomplished my goal."

"You don't even know my name." I laughed now.

"Good point, I'm sure it's as interesting as you seem. Now humor me." From then on, we talked about all sorts of aspects of our lives; work, friendships, hobbies, and even romantic relationships. I learned his name is Ben, he lives with his best friend Joe, he's an actor, and he plays football (soccer) in his pastime. Once I looked down again at my phone, it allowed us to see we've talked for about 2 and a half hours straight. Time did fly when you're having fun.

"I should probably get home." My smile faded at the thought of ending our night, he frowned slightly too. I opened iMessage to text my friend, earlier she agreed to drive me home since I would be drinking and I've always been her designated driver in the past. "I just have to wait for my ride, in the meantime I can get your number?" 

"Sounds lovely." He recited his number to me as I quickly pounded it in, setting his contact as 'Ben'. 

"We should get together sometime soon, maybe coffee tomorrow?" A ding from my phone alerted me of a notification. "Fuck - she can't pick me up."

"What's going on?"

"Her tail-light is busted, she doesn't want to get pulled over while driving around." I sighed frustratingly. My apartment was about a 45 minute walk from here and I wasn't in the mood to walk in heels.

"I can order you an Uber."

"No no - You don't have to pay for me. I can order one."

"Why don't you come over for the night? It's just 10 minutes away." He seemed serious about his statement. I couldn't tell if it was a legitimate invitation. Would I really go home with him? I wasn't that type of person, meet them then immediately jump to the next thing. "Well, are you down?"

"Sure, I don't see the harm in that." I didn't even give a second thought to my answer. 

The industrial-loft like apartment was dark and smelled of cedar wood, it gave a very expensive vibe yet homey at the same time. I hung my purse and coat up on the welcoming racks and followed Ben further into the flat, as we ventured through he flicked every light switch allowing the place to illuminate under the warm lights. We entered the kitchen, presently taking a seat at the island as he sought what appeared to be a wine rack.

"Care for a drink? We have Dom Perignon, Caymus, whatever you desire." I desire him. 

"I don't speak rich, surprise me." He gave my comment a delightful snicker. My love life was very exhausting, I was constantly focused on my profession. I never discovered many fascinating folks, however he was something different. He was adorable, smart, kind, and as a plus, rich.

"For the lady, Beau Joie." He held two beautiful champagne flutes, each held a fizzing liquid. I accepted the cup between my fingers and took a drink at the same time as him. I've just heard of this stuff in romance books and films, yet I was at that point of truly liking him in one night. I felt my cheeks heat up with a pink as he sent me little wink while his lips pursed around the glass rim. "Have I let you know that you're the beautifulest amongst all the women I've ever seen?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, biting my lip at his compliment.

"You haven't seen many women I assume?" My eyebrow raised at him as I yet again took a sip of the champagne that tasted like citrus and apple as it hit my many tastebuds. 

"I've seen my fair share, and I can tell you what I said was a fact. Don't believe me if you want, but I can prove it if needed." I gulped at the possibilities he could be suggesting.

"And what are you implying, Mr. Hardy?" I scooted to the edge of my seat, leaning in closer to him. He did the same, only a few inches from my lips.

"Why don't you kiss me and find out?" His voice was deep, pushing me over the edge, I couldn't deal with him. I went forward, crashing my lips with his soft ones, sharing the alcoholic tase between the sensual moment. I didn't mind the taste. I felt his strong grip move to my thigh as we continued to synchronize our lips, soon feeling his tongue graze my bottom lip in anticipation to enter. I allowed it. We pulled apart after a few moments of heavy interaction, we both sat there out of breath. 

"Take off your blazer." My request was forward and I demanded I got what I asked for. He slipped it off without question, grabbing onto the bottom hem of his under shirt, giving me a questioning look before I nodded, then he took that off too. I was correct before, he was fit, my fingers ran down his abs, drawing an imaginary sloppy line from his V-line to his biceps, clutching a hand around his upper arm to feel the hard muscle. 

"Maybe we should get you out of that pretty little dress of yours?" His whisper was dripping with lust, I had to clench my thighs harder. Everything he said drove me crazy, I was soaked at this point. 

"Who said you earned it?" 

"Who said you were the one in control here?" He made me melt, he was so dominant and I loved it. I surrendered, standing up, first unzipping it from the back as we held eye contact, then slipping down the dress sleeves, finally pulling it down to pool around my feet. He bit his lip at the sight of the black lace panties I wore underneath, the dress had enough support to wear it without a bra. In the cool air, my nipples were hard at the high amount of excitement I felt. "I think you might be missing something else." He slightly pointed at the thong I still wore. I slid my thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by stretching out the fabric but not pulling them down. As I continued, I could see him getting quite impatient in his seat. "Now." I finally slid them down at his command, feeling embarrassment at my exposure but replaced it with fake confidence. 

"What now?" I sweetly asked, swaying seductively as I walked myself directly in front of him. He harshly grabbed onto my hips, pulling me in to take my nipple between his teeth, harshly sucking and nipping. I moaned loudly, his sudden action sparked my body massively. "Fuck - Ben." My hand took a fistful of his blonde hair, tugging slightly. His suction pulled off as he took a moment to look up at me.

"Don't call me that." I looked down confused. "You can call me Sir." He then wrapped his lips along the other breast. His other hand found its way to between my thighs, rubbing my clit slowly. His fingers rolled perfectly. 

"Hmph - Sir, I need more please." He hummed against the soft skin in response, he continued. "Please, I need to be fucked." He withdrew his lips and hands from me, standing up to match my height, unbuttoning the suit pants then releasing himself from them. Once he was left in his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the counter on the other side of the island. Although there was a cup holding utensils, he used his arm to sweep them off the counter and to the floor, scattering everywhere. He once again grabbed onto my hips, ordering me to jump then also lifting me up to sit bare-ass on the counter, he re-adjusted his hand position, placed his hands on both my under thighs, lifted them up so that my pussy was at a better angle for him to enter while I leaned back and held myself up on my arms. He bit his lip as he gazed down at my glistening slit.

"You're so wet for me, princess. How bad do you want my dick in your tight little pussy?" I rolled my head back in anticipation. 

"So bad, Sir, please fuck me." He finally removed his last layer, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, I licked my lips at the sight of him completely nude in front of me. I moaned quietly as he teased me with his tip, it was this moment I was beyond thankful I was on birth control. I craved him cumming inside me. I made no remarks at his slow entrance, I knew thats what he wanted from me. Suddenly he thrusted in slowly, I moaned out, hearing him sigh as he slipped in. 

"You're so tight, babygirl. You feel so good around my cock." He continued a slowed pace, allowing me to adjust to his length and width. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable but was soon replaced with pure bliss.

"Sir, please go faster, " He slightly built up to a fast pace with my request. The sound of our moans and slapping skin filled the quiet apartment. His thrust grew faster and deeper, and I moaned even louder with every push. At this point I was a moaning mess, the pleasure took over from the waist down, the overflowing delight clouded my head. 

"Turn around, I want your ass facing me and your stomach against the counter." He slid out of me, causing me to whine in response. "Do it, now." I followed his order and managed to rotate myself on my tits, it was cold sending small goosebumps on the surface of my skin. "Such a lovely ass." As his words distracted me, his cock slipped back into my slit, hitting deeper than the last time. I cried out in pleasure, stretching my arms out attempting to reach for something. All of a sudden the sound of glass hitting the floor could be heard, I knocked the glass full of champagne off the counter.

"Fuck Ben, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between breaths as I used my hand to push behind me on his chest. All he did in response was grab my wrist and pin it behind my back.

"I don't care, don't think about it babygirl." He sped up once again, now grabbing a fistful of my hair. My legs started to weaken from all the pleasure, I couldn't control any sounds that left my mouth. I barely had a grip on my surroundings either. "Shit baby, I'm close." His teeth clenched together, grunting as he continued the pace.

"Cum in me Sir, fill me up." I attempted to push him over, and I succeeded. Feeling his warm cum release inside me. After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled himself out. 

"Now it's time for you baby." He lowered his face to my cum dripping pussy, licking a strip from my clit to my opening, pressing his tongue into my slit. I groaned as his tongue thrusted in and out, it was significantly more exciting to me that he had quite recently came inside me and is currently licking it up. I didn't require substantially more attention to cum, I was already close when he was fucking me with his dick.

"Sir, I'm close." I moaned.

"Not yet baby." He muffled against my pussy. I rolled my eyes as I attempted to not cum. His tongue removed from me, now standing and inserting two fingers. Curling them with every moan, he harshly pulled up and down causing an intense amount of pleasure. I was bound to cum at this point. 

"Sir, p-please, let me" I couldn't finish the sentence without stuttering on my moans, "let me cum, please."

"Now, babygirl." And with his reaffirming words, I let myself release around his fingers, urging them with both our cum joined. "Face me." I pitifully pivoted, looking at his fingers he held at my face level. "Suck." I eagerly took his fingers in my mouth. Sucking and enjoying our tastes together, once I licked all the wetness from his fingers he sighed as he removed them from my mouth. "You better to go tidy yourself up, sweetheart." His voice was presently delicate as we ogled at one another, flushed from our recent climaxes. 

"Wheres your room?" My voice was strained and tired from the many moans I recited. 

"Down the hall, second room on the left." I let myself down from the counter, to my surprise he snaked his hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a soft kiss. I blushed before I slightly wobbled to his room. 

It was the following morning, I laid in his bed, naked whilst enveloped by his white sheets. I didn't know what I was thinking the previous evening, however I was satisfied with my result. The washroom entryway was open, enabling me to watch Ben wash himself in the steamy and glass doored shower. I had no desire to go home. I heard the water stop, signaling me that he would be emerging any moment. The shower door accompanied the silence that now filled the room.

"When do you want me to go home?" I called to him, tracing imaginary shapes on the sheets. 

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[lethe-rpg]

TW: Murder and postpartum depression

Aalis’ origins aren’t known; she was adopted at the age of three into the Vanderbilt family. She occasionally has flashes of a life she can’t remember but tries her best to ignore those despite how unsettling they are. Since then she lived what most people would deem to be the perfect life. She spent her childhood on a ranch in Vermont and never needed to want for anything. She spent her summers trekking out into the mountains on horseback and her winters on a sled, sliding down hill at the back of the house. Since this branch of the family had descended from a long line of witches and she was also a witch, she was taught how to use her magic. She grew up dancing and did ballet from aged four, and pursued that for a while. She went to ballet school as well as being home schooled to make time for her to dance more. Despite wanting to dance professionally, it only ever ended up being a temporary basis; her inheritance was given to her when she was 21 and her mother pushed her to give up the idea of being a professional ballerina. Despite her persuasion, it was something that never left her mind very often since she had a love of being active. There was another key factor that led to her giving up dancing dancing and that was the birth of her daughter when she was 18. She met a ranch hand Quinn, who wa working for her father and the original bickering that ensued soon developed into something more when she turned 18. He left before she even knew she was pregnant and Aalis chose to raise the child on her own, though she struggled with postpartum depression for a while. She named the little girl Quinn after her father but she’s know as “Inny” to most. When she was 23; on a leisurely trip to New York City with her mother, some friends and her daughter. It was there that she met Ilya, who she found out in the following days, was a part of the Russian Mafia and in NYC for business. Aalis extended her stay there and soon the two of them engaged in a torrid love affair. The young woman was not only attracted to him, but saw him as a way out from her mundane, caged life and also a safe place for her daughter, who he accepted from day one. She had always known that she would never be able to live her life they way her mother wanted it; to marry a wealthy aristocrat she didn’t love and become a lady of leisure. She wanted adventure and tale she could tell later in life. Granted, running off to Russia with a member of their mafia wasn’t the most usual way to go about it, but that’s what she did. She left her country behind and moved with Ilya, or Ilyusha as she called him, to the Russian capital; Moscow. It took some time for the American girl to settle into life there. After a time she took his name to avoid being traced by her parents: Volkova. Gone was Aalis Vanderbilt and in her place was Aalis Volkova. Even though it was no less the amount of luxury she had back in America, it was the culture that was so different. But her beau surprised her with an audition at the Bolshoi Ballet when he found out she had been a ballerina in her teens. Aalis passed the audition, although, she still wonders if it was through her raw talent alone or because of who her boyfriend was. Nonetheless, she stayed with the ballet for two years before deciding that she wanted a change; to take up yoga. By this point, she was engaged to Ilya and had settled into her new life. She didn’t make much contact with her family save for perhaps the odd letter sent to her father. The young woman stayed well back from her fiancé’s life of crime, offering advice when he needed it but nothing other than that. Six months ago, things changed for the worst and she should have known his life would catch up to them. Their wedding was only a few days away and the young couple were enjoying a peaceful night in, basking in the idea of finally marrying. Shots were fired through the window to start with and soon, a full blown shootout was underway. A rival gang tried to make a power play. They all ended up dead, two of them at Aalis’ own hands when Ilya threw her a gun to protect herself with. But another injury nearly tore the young woman’s heart in two; Ilya lay on the ground with a bullet wound in his abdomen. Even as he lay there dying, he told her to run since the other gang would look for her if they found out two of their men’s deaths were at her hands. Reluctantly, Aalis left his side and took off into the night with the contents of their safe and the access code of an offshore account.

Aalis spent six months moving from place to place in an effort not to be found by those gangs. She reverted back to her old name, having changed it to Ilya’s surname when she had been in Russia to make it harder for her family to track her down. His name had also offered her protection when she needed in the first few weeks of being on the run. She didn’t change her name back to Vanderbilt, knowing how much attention that name would get. Despite this, she was welcomed back to the land of the free. She didn’t contact with her family again though, still not wanting to end up in a life she didn’t want despite how badly her attempt to start a new one went. She arrived in Lethe a few weeks ago after hearing of it being a safe haven for magical beings; she would be safe there, she hopes. Aalis knew she would be able to live a quiet life there without some of her past starting to catch up with her. In Lethe, she hopes she can regain the parts of her she lost the night she took those lives. The small tattoos that litter her body are a link to the crime that she committed to try and protect the person she loved but they also hint towards a dark past she doesn’t want people to know about. She’s just opened a yoga and dance studio and she hopes that it will take her mind off the horrors she experienced. She kept a low profile when she first arrived, only really venturing out for supplies but now she has settled in a little more, she’s ready to become a little more sociable.

It took Aalis a while to hear of the events that had taken place before her arrival but when she did, she felt dread in the pit of her stomach. As a witch who mainly specialises in divination, she knows that these sorts of events are never good. She felt as though her past was going to catch up with her, like someone would find out about her past and she would be cast out. She doesn’t say much about the trial or the gala to anyone for fear they may take an interest in her. When it comes to the Riverborn, Aalis feels a great amount of empathy for them; she took doesn’t really know where she came from and despite being raised by adoptive parents, her origins are a mystery to her. She is someone who has felt completely alone despite being surrounded by people and, even if attentions are turned to her, she wants to help them as best as she can. She doesn’t know how, but she hopes that they will find some closure about who they are and why they arrived in Lethe. Despite being wary of people in general, she is still kind and caring enough to want to help them in their time of need.

[thatbeauadams]

may i? || adeau, 6.22

WHO: Beau Adams and Adam Sylvester @dominantsylvester

WHEN: 6.22, evening

WHAT: Beau finds Adam for his dance. Emotional hijinks ensue.

He'd been trying to convince himself that it was because Adam asked for one. He'd been trying to tell himself that it didn't matter if he danced with Adam or not. He'd tried - but once he'd asked Judas for permission to leave the table and to remove the plug in case the Dom would want more than a dance, he felt his stomach flip in a way he knew meant he hadn't succeeded. Beau was tempted to change his mind, to turn and go back to the table, but he kept moving forward until he was in front of the handsome Dom. "I believe you asked me to save you a dance, Sir?" he asked Adam, hoping that the casual smile on his lips didn't betray just how much he wanted to be in the Dom's arms, even for just a few minutes.

Adam had taken notice of Beau, and had been keeping track of him throughout the dance so far. He wanted to go and talk to him, but he seemed very attached to Judas, and Adam didn't want to step on another Dominant's toes. He had busied himself with something else, deliberately not paying attention to what Beau was doing, when he heard the sub's voice and turned to look at him. He smiled, genuinely pleased that Beau had sought him out.  "I did," he said, stepping towards him. "Good boy. I was concerned your time was spoken for all evening, but I'm glad to see you carved out a piece for me." He held a hand out to Beau.

Beau tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped again at the sight of the Dom's smile, the pleasure all over his face. Fuck. He slid his hand into Adam's when it was offered, his own smile going a bit softer. "You asked, Sir. I didn't want to disappoint you," he said, again trying to sound casual but falling a bit short of the mark with how his fingers squeezed lightly around Adam's. "Are you enjoying your evening so far?" he asked as they made their way to the dance floor.

Adam's smile softened a bit as well, less bright and more warm and affectionate.  Adam wasn't someone who dispensed affection freely to anyone he encountered.  He was more guarded, especially outside of a scene.  The fact that he smiled so easily at Beau, and the warmth that was evident in it, spoke volumes about the way he'd come to see the submissive.  Adam squeezed his hand back and led him out to the middle of the floor.  "I appreciate it," he murmured, and pulled Beau close, placing one hand on the small of his back, with the other still holding Beau's hand.  "I am.  I suppose I should be grateful that the event is mandatory, since I don't think I would have attended otherwise.  But it's been fairly enjoyable.  Have you been having a good time with Judas?"

The look on his face - Beau didn't even know his pulse could do things like it was doing right now, and he hated that he couldn't shake this. This sort of thing was just... dangerous, and he couldn't make himself stop, or stay away from this gorgeous Dom. He swung easily into Adam's arms, his free hand lifting to rest on the taller man's shoulder. "Mm. I agree with you there - I don't think I would have come either if it wasn't mandatory, but it's been okay so far. Uh, yeah. It's taken a little getting used to with the orders he has me under, Sir, but it's been a good night. Are you having fun with Eli?" Beau was glad that he managed to keep his voice even when he asked, still not sure what this feeling he had about the whole situation was - refusing to even consider that it could be jealousy. He didn't do jealousy.

Adam's eyebrows raised when Beau mentioned orders, and he had to tell himself that he had no reason to be concerned.  It didn't work and he was concerned anyway.  "What orders are you under?"  He tried to sound casual, but he knew his expression was a little too serious to really be convincing.  He nodded vaguely when Beau asked about Eli.  "It's been good, yes.  Eli's been very well behaved."  In truth, Eli had been a perfectly good companion, and they'd been having a very pleasant time.  But Adam didn't want to talk about Eli right now.  He wanted to talk about Beau.

He shrugged a little bit, as if it wasn't a big deal. And it wasn't, really. Beau wanted to push himself with the rules he was under tonight, because ever since TPE had been mentioned, he was curious. Purely curious. "Just, you know. Asking before I do most things like... get up or go dance with someone else or... do other things with someone else," he said, a little bit of a smirk touching his lips to leave no doubt as to what he meant. Beau looked up at him, dark eyes amused. "Well behaved. Sounds like a hot date, Sir," he teased gently.

Adam quirked an eyebrow.  He'd talked to Beau about TPE recently, and definitely wanted to try it with the sub, but he definitely should not be feeling jealous right now, just because Judas beat him to the punch.  That was ridiculous.  There was no reason Beau shouldn't try it with another dominant, just because he'd talked about the kink with Adam.  "And... what do you have permission to do with me?"  It irked him that he had to wait on the permission of another dominant to do something to Beau, but he knew that was an unreasonable emotion.  "It's not a date at all," he said with a slight roll of his eyes.  "I've accompanied him to the dance, as escorts are a requirement.  Eli is a friend.  We aren't dating."

"It was his idea, Sir," he said, not quite sure why he felt the need to clarify that with Adam. "I... well. Dance. And if you'd like to do more, I've been given permission for that as well. Figured it would be best to ask preemptively," Beau said with an easy grin, unconsciously pressing his body a bit closer to Adam's. Considering the sexual tension between them was always crackling, it was a safe assumption. Not because he was hoping for it. Nope. He smiled a little wider, amused at the reaction - for no other reason than that. "I don't know, you took him to the party last night too, Sir. Might be giving off the wrong impression there," he said, wiggling his eyebrows, clearly teasing the Dominant. "But I get that. Everyone keeps saying 'date' but... escort is much better. Date kind of implies something else."

Adam's lips twitched upwards into a hint of a smirk.  "More?  Why, Beau, do you have designs on my virtue?"  He grinned and shifted when Beau moved closer so that he could hold him more tightly.  He slid his hand down a little so he could squeeze Beau's ass for just a moment as he ducked his head and murmured in his ear.  "There are lots of things I'd like to do to you, but they'd all take long enough that your escort would notice your absence."  He lifted his head back up and kept dancing like nothing had happened, slowly leading Beau in a dance that was more of a shuffle.  "I agree.  Escort is a better word.  If I take someone on a date, it will be because I would like to date that person, not because both of us will get in trouble for not pairing off."

Beau couldn't help but snort in amusement at the comment. "Sir, I can't even humor that with a response, considering we both know our collective virtues are a thing of the past," he said with a grin. He liked how Adam's arms tightened around him - especially how that hand slid down to grab his ass, making the sub bite his lip against a groan. "Pick one off the list, I'm sure we could manage in a timely fashion," he suggested softly. "Yeah. I think people use that term too casually most of the time, Sir. Also dates should be by choice - not mandatory." He couldn't deny there was a small part of him that was a tiny bit relieved that Adam considered the difference as he did - and that this wasn't a date for him either.

Adam laughed softly.  "Oh, I don't know, you have plenty of virtues.  Chastity just isn't one of them."  He leaned in again, whispering.  "Although it could be one.  That would be fun to try.  Put your poor little dick in a cage."  He grinned, knowing that teasing about Beau's dick was likely to turn him on.  "Mm, I don't know, it's quite a list.  I'm willing to hear suggestions, if you have any."

"That is very true, Sir," he said with a grin. Hearing Adam's silky voice in his ear, suggesting putting him in a cage, it brought a moan to his throat, one that he couldn't stop this time. "I think you'd like that a little too much, Sir. And would it really be chastity if you make use of my holes while I'm in a cage?" he mused back, turning his head slightly towards Adam's. "How can I make a suggestion if I don't know what's on the list, Sir? Because you know I will always suggest your cock in my ass," Beau pointed out, arching his hips back to encourage that hand to wander south again.

Adam laughed at that and gently kneaded Beau's ass.  "You make a good point.  I don't think it counts as a virtue if you're still slutting it up, but just not coming.  It's alright.  It's an overrated virtue."  He turned, leading Beau to another part of the dance floor, further away from Judas.  "I should have known that's what you'd suggest.  But I didn't bring any lube, beautiful.  You'd have to take me dry, and I don't want to do that to you."

He hummed in pleasure as strong hands massaged his ass, body pressing tighter to the Dom's. "It is indeed. Being slutty is so much more fun than being chaste. I think you'd be disappointed if I fully adopted that virtue," he pointed out. His pulse picked up as Adam moved him on the dance floor, hoping they would be moving somewhere private. Beau leaned up to speak next to Adam's ear, his voice low. "I've had a plug in, and I have lube in my pocket. Please, Sir," he whispered.

Adam looked down at Beau, eyebrows raised, as they drifted towards the edge of the dance floor.  "Do you?  Such a little slut.  Ready and waiting and begging, even now."  He ducked his head to the side so he could hip at Beau's ear lobe.  "How much do you want my cock, slut?"

The way the Dom was speaking made color rise in his cheeks, staining his light brown skin pink. "Always, Sir," he murmured. His breath caught at the nip, and he licked his lips in anticipation. "So much, Sir. You know I do. You know how fucking fantastic your cock feels inside me... you have to want it too," he replied.

Adam gripped Beau's ass tightly, his fingers digging into his pants.  "I didn't ask whether I wanted it, slut," he murmured in his ear.  "I asked how much you wanted it.  Beg for it, or I'll leave you empty."

He whimpered, biting the inside of his lip. "Sir," he breathed, trying not to press his hips forward against Adam - not yet. "Please let me have your cock... please use this slut, Sir, I... please remind me where I belong," he whispered without thinking, unconsciously recalling scenes they had done before where Adam had done just that.

Adam smirked, pleased with Beau's response. "There's the good slut I know." He nipped softly at Beau's jaw.  "I know you need to be used. I'll take care of you. You know I will put you down where you belong, slut." He turned, moving his hand up to the back of Beau's neck, a gesture that looked affectionate except for how tightly he was gripping.  He headed towards the nearby hallway,  in no rush so that he wouldn't draw attention, but steering Beau with an iron grip on his neck.

The nip on his jaw made Beau shudder and almost sag in relief. His body moved on autopilot, the sounds of the music and chatter around them fading so all he knew was Adam’s hand on his neck. “Thank you, Sir,” he breathed out once they were alone, starting to undo his pants in anticipation of having Adam’s cock buried inside him.

Adam could see Beau starting to slip into subspace, and it sent a thrill through him. He knew just how to send Beau down, now, and it barely to a hint to have the desired effect. And Beau submitted so beautifully. Adam grinned when he saw Beau already undoing his pants,even as Adam was still steering him into a more secluded alcove. "So eager," he murmured. "Pants off, and fold them. I don't want you going back to the dance looking wrinkled. Then you can get on your knees and use your mouth to get me nice and hard."

He both loved and hated how easy it was for Adam to get him into subspace. He didn’t know if it was that Adam was just that good, or if it was that he was beginning to trust Adam. He didn’t know which was more dangerous. Beau stripped out of his pants and folded them hurriedly. “Don’t want anyone to know, Sir?” He asked as he opened the Dom’s pants, easing his cock out and sucking the head into his mouth hungrily.

"I wouldn't want to make anyone jealous," he joked. Beau was gorgeous all the time, but especially when he was eager like this. Adam groaned softly when Beau closed his lips around his cock. "That's a good slut." He slid his hand into Beau's hair, gently encouraging him.  "Get me nice and hard, and I'll fill that desperate little hole of yours."

Beau snorted in amusement - as if anyone would get jealous over him - but he didn't lift his mouth from Adam's cock to comment on it. His hands came up to rest on the Dom's powerful thighs, lips sliding over the thickening shaft easily. His eyes slid shut, savoring the taste and feel of Adam's cock in his mouth, his own trapped cock twitching as arousal poured through him. The cock ring had kept him hard most of the night, but this was the biggest test he'd had so far, the ring tight around the base of his cock.

Adam leaned back against the wall behind him and let Beau work, just enjoying it. Beau was always so enthusiastic about this. "Good boy," he murmured as he pet Beau's hair gently. "Such a good boy for me." Beau really was an amazing submissive. Even his snarky attitude was mostly just playful, he was always respectful of Adam, even when he sassed him. And the fact that Beau had sought him out today to ask for a dance made Adam's desire all the stronger. It wasn't long before he was fully hard, and he twisted his fingers in Beau's hair to pull him back. "Up." He grabbed Beau by the arm and pulled him to his feet, not bothering to be gentle about it, and then turned to shove Beau against the wall that Adam had been leaning on. He caught a glimpse of the ring on Beau's cock, which was good, because he didn't want the submissive to come. He leaned close, pressing Beau's front roughly against the wall. "Tell me what you need, slut. Beg me. Or I'll leave you empty and find some other slut to use."

Normally, hearing a Dom say that would immediately turn him off and make him walk away. For him. He wasn't just a good boy for one Dom. But in this moment, where everything was about Adam and pleasing him, the words washed over him like warm honey, sticky and sweet and everything he needed. He let out a whimper when he was pulled to his feet and shoved against the wall, the rough handling making his cock twitch. The threat made him tense up and shake his head. No. No, he couldn't let that happen - he couldn't let Adam go use someone else when he was here and ready and needed Adam inside him like he needed to breathe. "Please... please, Sir, please use this slut, please use my ass, fill me with your cock, please, Sir, please..." he begged hurriedly, the words nearly a sob in his desperation to keep the Dom right where he was.

Hearing the desperation in Beau's voice turned him on, but it also made Adam regret threatening the sub. He hadn't meant to make him actually afraid that he'd be abandoned, and the emotion in his voice suggested he was genuinely worried. "Good boy," he murmured as he slipped a hand between Beau's cheeks to feel his hole. He knew Beau wouldn't mind some pain, but he wanted to make sure he was stretched enough not to tear. Adam's finger slipped in easily enough, and he could feel lube inside, probably left from the plug Beau had been wearing. He took a second to line himself up and pushed the head of his cock into Beau's ass. There was more friction than there would be if he was properly lubed, but not enough to be uncomfortable. He assumed it was painful for Beau, but that was sort of the point. "Relax, slut, I've got you," he said into Beau's ear, and he pushed in harder. "You're a good slut I wouldn't leave you empty. You know I wouldn't."

The praise helped ease his worry, as did the touch to his needy hole. "Thank you, Sir," he panted out, spreading his legs, practically vibrating with need to have Adam inside of him. Beau whimpered when he did push into him, the stretch bordering on too much, but when the Dom whispered in his ear he shuddered, melting back against him. "I know, Sir. You'll give me what I need... I trust you," he whispered back, his heart pounding in his chest as the words passed his lips.

"That's right, I'll give you what you need," he said softly, and kissed the hinge of Beau's jaw.  Beau was so, so sweet when he went into subspace, and Adam wanted him soft and pliant and needy, but not anxious or worried.  Desperation was good, but fear wasn't, and right now, Adam would rather have Beau feeling relaxed and confident that Adam would take care of him.  And hearing Beau say that he trusted him thrilled him.  Adam thrust into him harder until he was fully inside of him, his hips pressed to Beau's bare ass, his whole body trapping him and pushing him into the wall.  "Relax for me, beautiful," he murmured.  "You're a good boy, and I know how you need to be used."

The press of Adam’s lips on his jaw made Beau whimper, the tension in his body disappearing. His eyes closed as he felt the Dom sinking into him, his thick cock filling him so perfectly. His palms pressed to the wall, bracing himself, though he knew he wasn’t going anywhere that Adam didn’t want. “Yes... use me, Sir, please... please,” he whispered, wriggling his hips backwards, needing so badly for the Dom to pound into him - to pretend for one moment that Adam only wanted him, which was something he would regret even thinking later.

Adam groaned both at the tight heat of Beau's ass and the needy whimper.  It was incredible to have such an effect on him.  "Of course, beautiful.  I'll always use your desperate slut holes, you don't need to worry."  He pulled back and thrust into Beau hard, knowing that he needed it rough right now, hard enough to make him feel used.  And Adam loved being rough enough to make it hurt for the sub, especially when they were so needy for him.  He slammed in again and again, driving Beau into the wall.

All he could do was hold onto the wall and go along with the ride. Adam started pounding into him so perfectly, using his ass exactly how he needed, keeping him full and throbbing. Even the pain was perfect, drawing throaty moans from the sub with each thrust. “Yes... fuck yes, Sir, don’t... please don’t stop, Sir,” he begged, rocking back against him as best as he could.

Adam was gripping Beau's hip tightly with one hand, and he moved his other to cover the boy's throat.  He didn't quite squeeze, just dug his fingers in and used that grip as leverage as he pounded into the sub's ass.  Beau's mouth had gotten him part way there, so it wasn't going to be too much longer before he came.  He grunted with the effort as he slammed into Beau with bruising force.

Beau gasped when he felt the hand on his neck. A thrill tumbled down his spine, but it wasn’t purely fear. One hand lifted from the wall to cover Adam’s hand on his throat, holding him there, just needing to touch the Dom in some way. A feeling of accomplishment hummed through him, hearing the sounds of pleasure from Adam, knowing it was him that was doing that for the gorgeous, powerful man. “Fill me, Sir, please... fill me, want to feel you inside me,” Beau breathed, flexing his ass around Adam, wanting his cum deep inside of him.

Begging always went straight to his cock, every time, and this was no different.  Hearing Beau beg for his come was enough to send him over the edge.  Adam slammed into him twice more, hard, and groaned as he came.  He leaned forward, pressing his whole body against Beau, trapping him against the wall as he released finally and came into Beau's ass.  He stayed there as the orgasm faded, panting.  "Such a good boy," he murmured after a moment, and kissed Beau right below his ear.

He shivered violently as he felt Adam release, gripping onto the Dom’s hand. The wet heat inside him was so perfect, and feeling Adam draped against his back was everything he wanted in that moment. “Thank you, Sir,” he breathed, resting his forehead against the wall, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. His head still felt foggy in the best way, fingers still wrapped around the back of Adam’s hand, not ready to let go yet. He wasn’t ready for this moment to be over.

He shivered violently as he felt Adam release, gripping onto the Dom’s hand. The wet heat inside him was so perfect, and feeling Adam draped against his back was everything he wanted in that moment. “Thank you, Sir,” he breathed, resting his forehead against the wall, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. His head still felt foggy in the best way, fingers still wrapped around the back of Adam’s hand, not ready to let go yet. He wasn’t ready for this moment to be over.

"You're welcome," Adam murmured into his ear.  "You know I'll take care of you.  Such a good slut."  He kissed Beau's neck, and slipped his softening cock out of the sub.  "Here, turn around.  Good boy.  Lean on me."  He manhandled Beau into turning to face him and wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him tightly to his chest.  "I've got you.  Does that feel better now, beautiful?  With my cum dripping out?"

The comforting tone of Adam's voice in his ear brought a smile to Beau's lips, and though he didn't like the feeling of that cock slipping from his hole, he did love how strong arms wrapped around him. Beau nuzzled into Adam's chest, breathing him in, his arms around his trim waist. "Yes, Sir.. feels so much better, thank you, thank you for using me," he whispered, drinking in the wonderful feeling of being held like this - something he would only indulge in when his head felt like it did.

Adam pressed a kiss to Beau's hair on the side of his head. "You're welcome, little slut," he murmured affectionately.  He held Beau tight against him and leaned his cheek on the side of Beau's head. "You're always so good for me. Such a good boy. It makes me proud to see you trusting me to take care of you and use you like you need."

He felt his cheeks flush under the praise, the unfamiliar feeling of it beginning to jar him out of the subspace he so loved. "I have no reason not to trust you, Sir," Beau murmured, his cheek still pressed to Adam's chest. "Or not to be good for you. I... I like that. Being good for you," he admitted in a small voice, as if the words frightened him to say.

Adam tipped his head so he could press a kiss to Beau's temple. He wasn't sure why Beau sounded so tentative, but it made Adam had hold him all the tighter. Was he still worried because Adam had threatened to leave him empty? It had been an idle, playful threat, he hadn't expected it to affect Beau so much. "I like it too," he murmured. "The way you submit to me is beautiful." He kissed Beau's temple again, and then pulled back just a tiny bit, still holding Beau tightly, and moved one hand into the sub's hair to tip his face up just enough that Adam could kiss his lips softly.

It was scary because that meant he was trusting. That meant he was vulnerable. Susceptible to ‘this Dom’s whims and wants. And when in the end, he didn’t want Beau... of course, this line of thinking was interrupted when a finger touched his chin, tilting his face up so warm lips could touch to his own. Beau melted against the other man, holding onto him tightly, returning the kiss just as gently as it began. “Oh Sir,” he whispered without thinking when their mouths parted, his heart beatin erratically in his chest. He looked up at Adam with a warm smile, still lingering in subspace, the kiss having cut off those real world thoughts he didn’t want.

Beau's response was perfect. He was perfect. Adam looked down at him with an expression that radiated contentment and joy. "You're such a good boy," he murmured again, just wanting to make sure Beau knew what Adam thought of him right now. He needed Beau to know how special he was. After a second, Adam tipped his head down and kissed Beau's lips again, just as softly as the first time. Then he pulled Beau against his chest and kissed his temple again. "We should probably get you dressed," he said reluctantly.

The expression on Adam’s face made his heart stutter. He was looking at him like he was the most precious thing he’d ever seen, and praising him, and Beau just wanted to keep that dream for one more minute. Just one more. A soft sound caught in his throat when he was kissed again, his grip on Adam tightening for a moment as he didn’t trust his knees. He leaned into Adam with a sigh. “Probably,” he said in a whisper, though he made no move to get his pants just yet. He lingered against Adam’s chest a few more moments, savoring the heat and strength of him, before gently pulling away so he could tug his pants back on.

Adam didn't want to let go of Beau at all, but he knew he had to.  He wanted to just pick the sub up and carry him back to his suite, but they couldn't do that right now.  It would be rude to their dates, and he wasn't sure skipping out halfway through a mandatory event would be allowed anyway.  So he just held Beau tightly for another moment before stepping back to let him get dressed.  He stayed close, though.  "How are you feeling?" His voice was soft, he was trying to gauge whether Beau was out of subspace or not.  He probably hadn't gone that deep, but Adam still wasn't willing leave his side until he knew Beau was okay.  "Do you need to kneel for me for a while?  Or lean on me some more?  We don't have to hurry back."

As he got dressed, he felt the thoughts coming back into his mind, the fuzzy warmth of his subspace fading away as the reality of the situation set back in. Beau kept his head ducked a bit under the pretense of getting redressed, hiding the play of emotions across his face he knew he wouldn’t be able to repress. When he heard Adam speak, he looked up, a smile on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll be okay, Sir. Promise. Plus uh, I think we’ve neglected our escorts long enough.” Also if he knelt for Adam, he didn’t know if he would be able to go back into the dance and see him with another sub without hiding his... weird feelings about him. “But thanks for the offer. And for... for the dance,” he said, reaching up to straighten Adam’s tie before he could stop himself.

As couldn't pinpoint it, but something was different about Beau right now. Maybe it was just that they had to do a truncated version of aftercare. But it had been a short scene, he wouldn't have expected Beau to need much aftercare. "Alright," he said setting a hand on Beau's arm and squeezing gently. "You're welcome.  Thank you for seeking me out." He sent Beau a fond little smile.

He offered Adam a small smile, reaching up to squeeze the Dom’s fingers lightly. “Thank you for the dance,” he replied. Beau couldn’t help himself from leaning up to press a kiss to Adam’s cheek, his own flushing when he realized what he’d done. “Um... enjoy the rest of the dance, Sir,” he said before slipping back into the main room, not sure what his problem was with feeling so much for these damn Doms.

[goshzillas]

When Beau slips up and calls them a family, Molly pretends he doesn’t notice, but his ears still perk up. It is only polite to not react to something she clearly isn’t ready to admit yet – none of them would be, after only such a short time, if it weren’t for the drastic changes.

And although Beau seems to be embarrassed by it, Molly thinks back to his past family, the only one he ever knew, the circus he traveled with and all the people he loved and whose stories and lives he shared. He thinks of the evenings sitting across the fire, close together, singing and laughing and being happy. Like an arrow piercing his chest the pain of Yasha missing hits him, but he looks over to Beau, chewing on her lip as if to hold back further words, and Nott and Caleb, one skittish and the other nervously reserved.

And he thinks he would kill for them and for their chance to share those same moments, in their own time.

When Caleb does his ritual and leaves himself vulnerable and open to attack, Molly joins his side, watching over him with gentle fondness in his eyes, one that is lost to the wizard tied to his spells. He pulls him away from it when the rumbling starts and when their enemies reveal themselves, Molly stands between Caleb and them, determined to not let anyone else of this little ragtag group get harmed. The acid burns his skin and flesh and destroys some of the ink on his cheek, but it doesn’t stop him from fighting violently, with burning anger at the friends he has lost and those still under his protection.

Later, in the firelight, he lets Beau pick his cards. He doesn’t mention what she said with a single word, because he knows she will close up about it, certain he is making fun of her. Maybe under any other circumstance, he would. But he hopes she understands this small admission of trust, hopes that in due time, when they are all together again, the smile on her lips will stay and their moments of joy will be longer than quick moments in between all the worry and fear.

And even Nott...Nott with her sharp teeth and her even sharper words. He may regret forcing her tongue at a previous time, but he thinks he might understand her best out of all of them. Nott, who has chosen Caleb as her family and seems to be in the process of extending those bonds further to the rest of them. Nott, who has been lying when she said she didn’t dance very well.

Yes, maybe it is too early to call them family yet – but oh, he loves them. Too quickly, maybe, but fiercely and, most importantly, genuinely.

And so, when the time comes, it really isn’t a choice at all. His skin broken, his clothes cut and bloodied, he faces the man that tore their family apart. Ready to kill for them.

If there is any lesson he should have learned, it’s that plans never work out the way they’re supposed to.

When Lorenzo swings his glaive, it is more a reflex than it is conscious thought, but Molly reaches out his hand, ready to darken the other’s eyes and he feels a vein on his neck burst, the familiar warmth running down his throat – and then it doesn’t stop and it’s too much and Molly���s knees buckle even as he watches Lorenzo’s eyes clear and knows that in his anger he made the wrong move.

Not now, he thinks, as darkness grabs at his mind. Let me see them safe first. Let me know they have each other, I will gladly give whatever it takes...

But he finds his strength leaving him and accepting that there is nothing he can do is the hardest failure of it all. He’s not sure if the shocked gasp is his own or that of his friends when the glaive pushes into his body, and where was darkness before there is now searing red pain. Out of the corner of his swimming vision, he can make up the shapes of the others. Even with how blurred they seem now, he would recognize them instantly.

Molly wishes he could embrace them.

Do not worry, he wants to say. I have fought my way out of a grave before. For you, I will do it again.

But his gentleness and his love and his loyalty is for their ears only and he will not let Lorenzo turn this into a display of torture to the ones he cares for, so all he musters is to spit in the face of his slaughterer, the blood leaving behind a metal taste and a hint of satisfaction.

He would happily die for them, too.

[binublacbunny-blog]

What the Dead Sees

In a small unknown town of two hundred people, situated in the forests near the Rockies. 20 years old Emma Goebel was found dead in an eroded underground mine, about a hundred meters away from the nearest home.

It would have been passed off as accident if it weren't for the stab wounds that peppered her upper body. Nearby, a trail of broken branches and flattened grass served as evidence of a struggle between the victim and her assailant. It was an incident that shook their tight-knit community. The victim was particularly well-liked. No one in the town could find a cause for anyone to kill her in cold blood. Soon, autumn season ended. With no more clues to the horrific murder of Emma Goebel; the case had gone cold as the temperatures dropped with winter's beginning. Emma's funeral was held in her family's residence. Her beau, Carl, sat in silence hearing every word exchanged by two women behind him. "Poor girl, heard that she and her boy were supposed to get married in spring." one of the whispered. "Oh, Carl? Farmer Lewis' son wasn't it?" "Uh huh, but you know, the girl's family is well off. She could've gone off to the big city to find someone..." the woman's voice dropped lower, "richer." Carl's eyes hardened. Sure, his family was poor, but at least they were all hard working and knew better than to spend all their hard earned money on fancy clothings and whatnot. He cleared his throat and excused himself. He gave the two women a withering stare before leaving the room. He crept along the hallway and stepped out into the porch. He shivered, remembering that he forgot his coat inside. "It's freezing out here." A man remarked. He stood beside Carl, arms wrapped around himself. "Ah, Detective Henry." Carl smiled weakly. "Work just had to follow me home." Henry chuckled softly. "I wasn't expecting this to be my 'welcome'." He shifted uncomfortably. "I'm really sorry Carl." "Don't be." Carl murmured. The two stood in silence for some time before Henry excused himself. Taking one last worried glance at his old friend before going back inside. The following day they buried Emma. Carl stood beside the trunk of a barren and gnarled oak. The day was depressing. The skies were a hue of somber grey and the sun was nowhere to be seen. A few crows were perched on the branches above. They quietly watched as Carl walked towards Emma's freshly dug grave with a look of regret. "I'm sorry." he murmured before leaving the graveyard without looking back. As days passed the temperatures plummeted. The town was yet to see its first snowfall. Henry and Carl were in a lively discussion when Sean, Carl's little brother, came in from a full sprint. When he seemed to have caught his breath, he opened his mouth and closed it again. He seemed to have something he wanted to say but couldn't find a way to. "Terence found a dead body in the forest." he finally forced himself to speak. Henry stood "Who?" "Alfred." Henry clenched his fist, his skin paled. "How?" he looked at Carl and trembled. Alfred was one of their childhood friends. In fact Carl and Henry had been with him just a few days ago. They soon found out that Alfred went out drunk into the forest the night before. His family had assumed that he passed out somewhere when he didn't come home in the morning. His brother, Terence, went out to find him when there was still no sign of him in the afternoon. Surely enough, Terence found his brother strung upside down on a tree not too far into the forest. Alfred's corpse showed stab wounds on his torso much like Emma. The town was once again thrown into chaos. Soon rumours were spreading like wildfire amongst neighbours. Two murders within a matter of a week? Who killed them? Why? This time there were possible suspects but none of them really stood out. Although it was true that Alfred had the tendencies of a drunkard, he never bothered anyone to the point of making enemies. Soon the chaos cooled down as days turned into months. Yuletide was near. Well-off families invited their neighbours to little parties and christmas dinners. Henry's family was hosting a party and he felt obliged to invite Carl. On the day of the party Henry found Carl, alone and sitting on a bench away from the prying eyes of the other guests. Henry placed himself on the bench leaving a gap between them. "Carl, I don't know how to properly say this without hitting a nerve." Henry began. "What has happened in the past two months.... The killings. They might have been done by the same person." This certainly got Carl's attention. "Have you found the....the killer?" Carl tentatively asked. "Perhaps, I find it too much of a coincidence... The wounds on their bodies, the site of the murders were fairly close in distance..." Henry rambled. He watched Carl's expression and a grim look settled on his face. Carl stared without expression at the flux of activity. The following morning a white blanket of snow covered the whole town. The sun shone through the clouds washing the white snow with a pale golden light. Carl walked through the graveyard, passing the white topped tombstones and the gnarled oak now heavily creaking with a flock of crows. Their black beady eyes followed Carl as he slipped into the forest. A man followed him from a discreet distance. Carl, evidently trying to elude his pursuer, set a fast pace. The man disappeared into a cluster of trees as Carl sharply turned to the right. Carl discreetly hid behind a big, thick bush, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. He failed to notice the shadow looming behind him. A sharp glint of metal caught Carl's attention. The man appeared from the shadows; intent on driving what appeared to be a dagger through Carl. Fortunately, Carl dove away from the blade. He collided with the man, the impact caused his breath to momentarily escape him. The man stumbled onto the sunlit snow, sharp shadows highlighted his features. Carl stared at the face of the man he had been with for the past two months. Henry's eyes were bloodshot, his lips set into a grim line. Carl glanced at Henry's fists, one held the dagger so tight that his knuckles had turned white. Carl lept into a sprint. Branches whipped his body as he crashed deeper into the forest. Henry followed suit, never letting Carl out of his sight. Light pierced through the thick canopy of trees, creating a breathtaking play of shadows as Carl and Henry dashed through the forest floor. The branches of a fallen tree snagged Carl's foot. He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could. Henry appeared from behind and lunged. The dagger tore through Carl's clothes, grazing his shoulder blades and ripping the skin of his forearm. Carl wailed in pain. They both toppled to the ground, a flurry of cold and white snow entered their eyes and mouths. Carl immediately rolled over. The searing pain on his shoulder and arm caused him to grit his teeth together. Henry fumbled for his dagger, definitely lost from his grasp during the fall. Carl shuffled away from Henry and felt something poking his leg. He carefully lifted it up and caught a glimpse of metal. Henry must have also noticed. He stared at Carl and his eyes traveled slowly down to the leg hiding the blade. There was a second of peace and calm before the two madly scrambled for the dagger. Carl, being the closest, quickly snatched its handle with his uninjured arm. He pointed it towards Henry. Carl's face showed no emotions. No fear. Not even pain as blood trickled down his arm. Henry held up both of his hands in a gesture of surrender. The both of the slowly stood up. A tense vibe sparked between them. Carl shuffled backwards then almost caught his foot on a tree root. Henry took his chance and he slugged Carl square in the jaw. This sent flashes of light to his vision, his jaw felt as if it detached itself from his skull. Surprisingly, Carl remained on his feet. His hold on the dagger tightened. He spat out blood and chuckled. In one smooth motion Carl flicked the dagger at Henry. It sank deep into Henry's chest, piercing his lungs. He sputtered a spray of blood before falling on his back. He stared at Carl, his face marred with blood and horror. As he wheezed, blood seeped through his clothes like a blooming crimson flower. A look of amusement filled Carl's face. "Oops, I missed. Sorry about that." He spoke with an expression of mock horror. Henry had noticed a difference in Carl when he first saw him at Emma's funeral. He was a bit odd. Not showing even a hint of grief at Emma's grave when Henry accompanied him. Soon, it was clear to him that here was something wrong with Carl. "Y-you... killed them.." Henry rasped. Carl flashed him a grin. This Carl was different. It was as if he had instantly switched personalities. From the withdrawn, quiet person Henry grew up with to a psychotic murderer. Carl casually yanked the dagger out of Henry. Unbearable pain flooded Henry's senses, as he gurgled blood. "How stupid. I thought you were smarter than this detective. Why ambush me alone in the forest when you could have asked for help?" He paused, "But I have to admit, that was surprising." He looked at the pale face bloody face of Henry. "I suppose I should tell you my, what would you call it? Motives? Yes, motives for killing Emma and Alfred?" He snickered. "You know how much I- no, Carl devoted himself for Emma." A flicker of emotions flashed through his face. "Carl- the real Carl-had to suffer through those nosy people who had nothing better to do than rub in the fact that he was dirt poor. For so many years he thought he and Emma would be together and eventually settle down." Henry thought he saw a glimpse of the old Carl. The one he knew. "Then he finally proposed to Emma, with a ring and all. God knows how much we had to spend." he chuckled. "Everything was going smoothly until she went ahead and spoiled his plans. She told him he was too poor for her!" he burst out, an expression of hate slowly revealed itself on his face. "The Carl you grew up with thought she was different, I didn't. I tried to warn him. He didn't listen!" "So, I took over and drove my pocket knife through her. She stared at me so blankly like she didn't know what hit her. Then she backed away, I wanted to let her go. But my hands just had a minds of their own, I kept stabbing her over and over. I left her lying on the ground. I thought she was dead. She must have crawled her way to that pit where they found her." "After what happened, Carl took over a few times. But I was in control most of the time. Alfred just happened to have the misfortune of meeting me in the forest. I happened to have my pocket knife and rope. And the rest was... well... history." Henry was barely conscious when Carl brandished the dagger. "You know I actually liked you, and I thought you were good enough for Carl. Too bad it had to be this way." "Don't worry I'll make it quick." Carl held the weapon high in the air. Then he plunged it into Henry's chest, straight through his heart. Henry gasped as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness. This time for ever. Carl dragged Henry's body deeper into the forest where he hoped the animals would take care of the rest. He stood for a moment watching the still features of his childhood friend. A tear slid down his cheek and he immediately wiped it away. "Goodbye, Henry." he whispered. In the background a long, lonely howl pierced the still forest. The trees cast long dark shadows around Henry's still body. The sun once again peered from the winter clouds casting a pale golden glow on the white snow. A scene only the dead sees.