#there's an entire HOLE in her leg and she's still faster than me

[milf-harrington]

my fucking cat got outside (she's on house arrest for medical reasons) and i had to chase her barefoot across the fucking backyard and i cornered her under a car but she's fucking slippery when she wants to be and she got out through the fence and i lost her in the paddock so now we just have to hope she'll come home for dinner and we can lock her inside again and i'm so fucking mad at myself and also scared she's gonna get an infection and get sick

[vifilms]

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dealer!abby who is having way too much fun with you the entire night. adrenaline pumps through her veins, the thrill of knowing there isn’t anything you can do to stop her. deliciously, the rope confines you to the railing of her bed frame as she sports a wide smirk. you’re stripped of everything, your bare and compliant body just begging to be used. the blunt rest in between her fingertips as she takes another hit, perky pierced nipples with a stainless steel barbell accentuating the pink nub. curious eyes meet her strong v-line, her blonde happy trail disappearing into her black boxers. 

dealer!abby who sits happily on your thighs while she finishes her blunt. you know better than to interrupt her. a long, strenuous day of handling half-wit idiots and this — you, she’s been looking forward to it all day. she can feel you trying to buck your hips up into her clothed pussy, but her strength presses you down. disappointingly so. her hand follows up your sternum until her hand decorates your neck, squeezing just enough as she serves you an initial warning. 

“Someone’s bratty today.” Abby takes her final hit, snuffing the blunt in the ashtray placed on the nightstand. The smoke blows in your face as Abby rubs her pussy against yours just enough to give you a little friction. 

Applying more pressure to your throat, she bites your jaw playfully, “M’not sure you deserve me just yet.” 

“Please? I’ll be good. I promise, m’good for you, please.” She goes to make sure the rope is tight, but still loose enough so it won’t harm you. “No.” 

Abby says nothing else as she disappears out the bedroom door, until she comes back with a blindfold and something else you can’t quite make out. Thick thighs make home as she straddles you by the waist. 

“Good, huh? Then you’ll let me do what I want then, yeah?” Eagerly, you nod causing her to chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.” 

The fluttering of the blonde’s clit is hard to ignore, words alone making nearly moan before she finds enough restraint to swallow it down. Even if she wants to fuck your pussy with her pierced tits, or fill the pretty, puckered hole until your mascara stains the sheets. Abby refrains. 

“Babygirl, sweet talk isn’t going to get you out of this.” The ivory, silk blindfold shields your eyes from her. Those gorgeous tits, the abs she lets you ride when you’re being good. 

But you haven’t been good. 

Abby releases some of her weight so your right leg lifts over her, your cunt directly pressed into hers. Rocking her hips slightly, just to give you enough pleasure for it to feel good but not early enough to get you off. 

“If you had behaved, you’d get to feel my cunt on yours without my boxers getting in the way. Stupid, stupid, girl.” Abby tweaks your nipples between her fingers, twisting them as you grunt. 

“What?” Abby rolls her hips faster, the headboard banging against the wall as a reminder of her pace. “Didn’t you want me to fuck you? Texting me, blowing up my phone all goddamn day.” 

“But I—” You gasp, impaired of your vision, but god she was still making you feel as she always does. “I just, shit, missed you.” She throws your leg over her shoulder, before you feel her weight shift forward. 

“Shut the fuck up and open that big mouth of yours.” Immediately, you obeyed. As you opened, Abby spit directly into, smirking as some of it misses as it dribbles down your chin. 

“Swallow.” You do as your told, words failing you as she keeps fucking your cunt with hers. The blunt of her nails drag down your chest, marking around your breasts with deliberate scratches. 

The headboard falls silent along with her thrusts, you can feel how damp and sticky you’ve made her boxers. “W-Why’d you stop?” Eyes concealed as your lips form a pathetic pout, knowing if you beg further you’ll only make it worse for yourself. 

“You think you’d get the satisfaction of knowing what I’m doing next? Think again.” Abby leans over, sinking her teeth into your next, biting at your sweet spot, sucking before her tongue soothes over the mark. 

“You should know me better than that.” Her pussy is against yours again as she maneuvers her body, straddling your hips, firm hands running up and down your body, drawing random circles along your hips. 

dealer!abby who lulls you into a fall sense of security, one where she won’t torture you. she makes you believe you'll get what you want, dangling in your face what abby knows you want more than anything. the continuous texts all day, you couldn’t stop telling her how bad you needed it. now? she’s gonna get you back for it. 

dealer!abby who has the small bowl in her hands resting it against your cool stomach, it’s chills against your skin causing your body to twitch. abby dips her fingers into the melted chocolate, wishing that you could watch her but she’ll still have her fun regardless. 

“I’ve been having a craving, but it’s not what you would expect.” With her chocolate covered finger, she prompts you to open your mouth. You do, immediately. You’re obnoxious as you suck on her finger, rolling your tongue around her two digits, imagine it’s her strap fucking your face instead. 

You moan, so exquisitely Abby can feel her soaking through her boxers. She can feel your slick wetting through, touching yours, almost making her give in. 

“Sweet like you, Ma’am.” You smirk as jerk your hips up, enjoying the sounds of Abby’s moan invading the space. 

“You’re pretty sweet too, baby.” Abby grabs the bowl, pouring the chocolate on your chest, your tits, and down your sternum. “Let it cool down just for this, you know? Right now, you’re gonna stay there, tied up, unable to fucking see me and let me enjoy my baby, yeah?” 

You squirm but her weight keeps you from throwing her off. 

“After all, disobedient sluts do get punished.” 

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Kinktober Day 9 - Ahn Yujin x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

You were at the worst table in the entire library. Maybe that's why it was relegated to a badly illuminated corner of the building, behind some shelves with books that almost nobody read. But this time you have to. You have to do an assignment and apparently there wasn’t any better place to get all the knowledge you needed than in these old books.

But in fact you weren’t reading any book at the time, because there was something more urgent, entertaining, and pleasant to gain knowledge. Leaning on the table was your classmate and girlfriend Yujin, with her bare ass glued to your pelvis and with your hand covering her mouth. 

You werent’ working on the assignment because you were fucking at the library. On that poorly illuminated and forgotten corner, with other students also doing homework just a few meters from you. Just protected by the safety these rickety shelves were giving to you. 

Your trust were short but strong in order to not make any noise, after all you were in a library and you had to be in silence. The peaceful aura of this palace of knowledge should not be disturbed by your study of anatomy. That’s also why your hand was preventing Yujin from moaning as loudly as she likes. 

Your shaft was deeply on her wet pussy, moving in and out of her at a pace you knew was driving her crazy. The velocity of your movements wasn't enough, you knew it that, but this was the faster you could go without making wet sounds and that clap her cheeks. The idea of bend her over the table and properly fuck the shit out of her was so tempting, but you have to make this work if you don’t wanna get caught and expelled from the university. 

“Babe, wanna ride me?” You whisper in her ear as quietly as you can, and she moves her head in an affirmative gesture. So you stop trusting and holding her by the waist you sit down on the chair with her over your legs. Yunjin immediately starts reverse riding you as best as she can with the limited range of movement she has, but you feel her walls squeezing your shaft. You feel how wet she is, and how fast her breath is going.

The hand you have on Yujin’s waist travels under her shirt to grab her boobs. The soft flesh is easily malleable under the pressure of your fingers. Despite not having bombastic big breast, Yujin's tiddie fills your hand so perfectly that it looks like both were created for each other.   

“You like the risk, don’t you?” You whisper again. “These shelves are the only thing that prevents them from finding out you are a slut, and you love it.”  You feel how Yujin’s pussy gets more wet and tight with your compliments. The truth is you twoo love the risk of public sex, but so far this is the most dangerous place where you have had sex. 

“Come Babe, come for me before they notice how sluty you are.” Your words have the desired effect over Yunjin and her movement becomes more erratic as she approaches her climax. You wish you were able to explore her body more freely, use both of your hands to squeeze her boobs or ass, or maybe touch her clit and make her cry with pleasure. But you know it is more safe if your hand keeps containing her moans. Being heard is not an option right now.

And with all your praise and when the chair threatens to break a leg Yujin stops moving at the time she closes her legs very tightly, doing her best effort to not collapse over you when the orgasm hits her body. The feeling of her walls dancing around the soft skin of your shaft is amazing, and is wonderful that sends you to your climax. Your hot cum fills Yujin’s pussy to her brim, threatening to come out of her wet hole, making her moan over your hand once again. 

“Remember me to wear a skirt next time, so I can ride you properly. “ Yujin says between sighs once your hand leaves her mouth.  

“If you do that they gonna find us.” Both of you start laughlin louder than you should do there and someone protests a few tablets far away. Still laughing, but in a low tone you help her stand again.

Yujin’s legs are shaking from all the effort they just did. Her well toned thighs are wet with her own slick and maybe some of your seed. And you allow yourself to admire the absolute work of art that is her bare butt, with her perfect pair of round cheeks that makes you hard again, before helping her to put back on her jeans. 

[juanarc-thethird]

Since your doing the DP and Wolverine prompts does this mean that Nora’s used Jaunes dead body as a weapon or just his sword?

Deadpool used Logan's bones because they are metal, so in this case I chose a third option that I came up with. --------------

Nora arrives at a forest where a cross marks the site of a grave.

Nora: (Narrating) For a long time, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be back. VIZ Media bought RWBY, there was a whole boring rights issue, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. But then, it turned out that they wanted me! the one girl who shouldn’t even have her own show! That was all so stupid. Look, we know the title of this thing, so I know what you’re wondering. How are we going to do this without dishonoring Jaune's memory? And I’ll tell you how. We’re not.

Nora then starts digging

Nora: (Narrating) I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Jaune is not dead. Sure, it made for a perfect ending to a very sad story, but that’s not how his Aura boosting thing works. You think I want to be out here in beautiful downtown North of Vale, digging up the one and only Rusted Knight? No, thank you. But the fate of my entire world is at stake. He may not be living his best life, but he sure as hell ain’t dead.

Nora finally reaches the bottom and finds the coffin.

Nora: Bingo... Yahtzee...

She then begins to tear apart the coffin.

*Smack! Tap! Scratch! Bang!*

Nora: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

*Crack!*

She makes a hole in the coffin and then…

Nora: Damn it!

She didn't like what she found.

Nora: Son of a bitch! *Hits the cross* Fuck! Motherfucker! My world is fucked!

Moments later....

Nora leaning against a fallen tree

Nora: *Talking to his right while the camera is only focus on her* That was weird. I’m much calmer now. Look, I’m not a woman of science, but you seem incredibly passed away.

The camera zooms out to show a very dead and skeleton-like Jaune, but still wearing his armor.

Nora: But it’s good to see ya. I gotta be honest, I’ve always wanted to ride with you, Jaune. You and me, getting into a Ladypool and Rusted Knight. Just fucking shit up. Can you imagine the fun,... the chaos,... the residuals?

She then starts playing with Jaune's helmet.

Nora: (Mimicking Jaune's voice) That's right Nora. There’s nothing that’ll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of RWBY cash.

Nora: Me too, Jaune. *Gets upset* No, no, no, no. Ugh, he had to get all noble and die for real. God damn it! *Looks back at Jaune* I could really use your help right now.

Suddenly, a group of futuristic soldiers appear out of nowhere. Nora sees them and hides along with Jaune's corpse.

Nora: Wait! I’m warning you! I’m not alone!

Soldier: Nora Valkyrie! You’re under arrest by the Time Variance Authority. Too many crimes with this, come out!

Nora: I hate this guys.

Soldier: Last chance! Throw out your weapons and come out peacefully!

Nora: I’m not gonna give you my weapons! But I promise not to use them. *Looks at you the reader* Did you know that Jaune's armor is made by a lot of pieces together? Here we go, maximum effort.

Nora jumps out of her hiding spot, and uses Jaune's corpse as cover. The soldiers are confused.

Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC It starts to play.

Nora: *Looks at Jaune* Okay, Jaune. I guess we’re getting that team up after all.

Nora grabs a piece of Jaune's armor and throws it at one of the soldiers, killing him instantly. The other companions of the deceased are stunned, but seconds later they run towards them as more soldiers appear.

Nora takes two pieces of armor from Jaune's shoulders and uses them to stab two of the soldiers. One in the back, and the other one she slashes and then stabs him in the head. Following with a kick that makes the piece come out the other side of the guy.

She then uses her leg armor and begins to swing around, hitting the soldiers in the face. She knocks one to the right, another to the ground, and one to the left. She then takes her phone and takes a photo of herself kissing one of the deceased on the helmet.

She then takes both of Jaune's arm armors, bones and all, and begins to slap each and every one of them like it's a game. With what remains of the armor already shattered, she kills the remaining ones. I use Jaune's fingers to stab one of them. Jaune's head to hit another one in the genitals. What's left of the legs to stab quite hard right into the chest of another soldier who was running.

Nora: What is this?

Nora notices a part of the armor that looks like a sword handle and pulls it out. And just at that moment a blue sword blade appears as if it were a lightsaber.

Nora: *GASP!!!!* IT'S THE SWORD OF DESTRUCTION!!!

Nora: I am soaking wet right now.

Nora: (Narrating) To be clear, I’m not proud of any of this. The wanton violence, the whiff of necrophilia, it isn’t who I am, it isn’t who I wanna be. Who I wanna be? Well, to help you understand that, I gotta take you back. My little joy ride I took through space and time, to the day that changed everything.

Nora: (Narrating) But that will be for another day, because the idiot who wrote all this is a little tired.

[natsarrownecklacx]

Addictive

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1,029

Summary: Y/n is addicted to making her girlfriend moan and she’ll do anything to drag as many different kinds of moans from her as she can.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, this fic is NOT for you. Edging, fingering, Mommy kink, over stimulation, begging, subby Wanda

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“How does that feel, Honey?” You ask the brunette sitting between your legs, mumbling the words right next to her ear while you glide your lips across her jaw.

Wanda’s body pushes back against you, her back molding into your front. A whimper passes through her lips.

“It feels good.” She pants, gripping at your thighs for dear life. You’d told her not to move, saying you’d leave the restraints for today as long as she behaved herself. She’d agreed of course, desperate to prove how much of a good girl she could be for you.

“Yeah?” You tease, smirking into the skin of her neck.

The drag of your fingers against Wanda’s walls is driving her to a desperation she’s not sure she’s ever felt from such soft, languid touches.

Your fingers work her open at a damn near torturous rate, so slowly she’s not entirely sure she isn’t being punished for something. If it weren’t for the praise you whisper in her ear and the soft kisses you trail across her skin she’d know for sure this is a punishment.

A punishment that has her moaning deeply, her limbs staining to keep themselves still, fighting against the urge to take your wrist to fuck herself faster with you fingers or close her thighs around you hand, trapping it in place so she can fuck into them.

“Please.” She whines, just barely resisting the urge to buck her hips into your fingers.

You want to laugh at her plea, want to wrap your hand around her neck and mock her for being such a needy baby, but you hold it back, instead trailing kisses along her shoulders and wherever you can reach.

She really has no idea why you’re doing this. That you just need to torture her, your sweet little baby. Need to hear her whine and moan and beg for you, need to feel her squeeze around your fingers and the twitch of her thighs while she fights against herself to keep them open.

“Shhh, baby.” You whisper, pushing your fingers into her dripping hole again, making sure you curl them against her sweet spot just to feel her hips buck the tiniest bit. “Just feel for me.”

You bring your other hand down to rub slow, gently strokes over her clit, adding just enough pleasure to push her into the realm of madness.

“Please, Y/n. Please, baby. I’ll do anything just make me cum.” She’s babbling now, her words coming out fast and desperate, almost incoherently so.

Her begging is like a drug to you, so adorable, like the sweetest music to your ears and so, so addictive. You almost want to give in just from hearing them. Give her exactly what she wants, what she craves.

But your need to torture her takes over, that coniving part of you making itself known, especially now that she’s dripping onto your fingers.

You just need to hear her beg some more, just a little more and you’ll give her the tiniest bit of relief. You need it, more than you need the air in your lungs right now. But you need more. She’s not desperate enough yet, not begging the way you need her to.

“Call me Mommy, baby.” You order the witch, feeling her walls flutter around you at the words and a borderline pornographic moan falls from her lips. “Go on sweet girl, I know you want to. Call me mommy while I fuck you with my fingers.”

“Oh fuck.” Wanda gasps, a shot of arousal shoot through her at the honorific. “Please, Mommy.”

God, she sounds amazing. Moaning and whining like that. A desperate little mess for you. She’s just perfect. The perfect little whore for her Mommy.

And the way she cries out when she calls you Mommy, the way her thighs shake and her walls flutter around your fingers. It’s enough to drive a person to insanity.

“Again baby. Moan for me. Tell Mommy how good she’s making you feel.”

“So good, Mommy” She all but slurs, leaning her head back to rest on your shoulder and arching her back in an attempt to get you deeper. “Your fingers feel so good inside of me- oh fuck- please.”

Wanda’s desperation is pushing her to the point of tears, you can hear it the way her voice shakes. You should feel bad for her, should want to show her some mercy, but all you can think about is how cute she’ll look when she cries for you.

She’s so wet that her arousal is dripping from your hand onto the bed sheets, making a mess beneath her. You don’t mind though, she looks pretty when she’s a dripping mess.

Your fingers push into Wanda again, this time reaching further inside her, making her buck her hips up into your hand.

You think about reprimanding her, maybe having her sit pretty on a pillow with a vibe stuffed inside her. But then you hear how prettily she moans when she fucks herself on your fingers.

God she has to know about your weakness for her moans, how you’d do anything for her, just to hear them over and over again, like your favorite song left on loop for days on end.

So you let it slide, allowing the witch to move her hips, knowing that if she got too close to the edge you’d just pull your fingers away from her.

“Are you close, pretty girl?” You ask, smirking to yourself when you see her nod enthusiastically in response. "You wanna come, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Mommy. Please, l’m so close." Wanda moans, leaning more into you and bucking her hips against your hands. “Feels so good.”

“Aww, angel.” You coo, fucking into her harder while also keeping the same pace, making the girl between your legs cry out in pleasure.

Wanda’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her back arching as they do. She moans profanities in a language you can’t understand.

“No.” You say, removing your hands from her completely.

Wanda’s eyes fly open, her lips parted in shock as she looks at you for an explanation.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so. And Mommy wants to hear you beg some more.”

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A/n - Kinda wanna write a part two if anyone is interested, also I was half asleep writing this so please ignore any mistakes

[skulla-rxcks]

Masks in the alleyway

Paring: Chan, Felix x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: masked men, dubious consent, PIV, double pen

Two men in masks come up to you and ask if you want to have some fun.

Ktober 24

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Walking back from a bar all tipsy and I’m on my way home, not having enough money for a taxi so I have to make my own way back.

“Hey pretty, you all alone?” Two men walk up to me with masks covering their entire faces; done wearing a wolf mask and the other man wearing a chicken mask. “Huh? Yeah…?” I respond to them confused, my words fumbling due to me being certainly not sober. “Wanna have some fun with us? We could use a gorgeous girl like you.” The man in the wolf mask says. Not knowing completely what he means; I say sure, agreeing to whatever this so called ‘fun’ is.

“Take your clothes off.” He says, unzipping his pants and instructing the ‘chicken’ to do the same. “She hasn’t consented yet you idiot.” The chicken growls in frustration.

“Just do it Felix!” The wolf sighs, turning to the chicken whose name I’m assuming is Felix before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out and doing the same with his own.

“Panties off.” He says to me, pulling them off of my body before backing me up against a wall in an alleyway. One hand on my waist while the other grips my ass firmly, holding me still. He lifts me up into a standing position and places himself between my legs. “We’re gonna fuck you now.”

“okay Mr wolf..” i look into his eyes before looking back at Felix’s who’s already stroking himself. “just call me Chris.” he groans out as he pushes inside of my tight cunt.

“I’ll take her ass,” Felix smirks, pushing himself inside my other hole. both of them filling me up completely with their dicks. “oh god.. oh fuck!” I moan, Chris reaches up to kneed my breasts as he pounds my needy pussy, Felix matching his pace inside my ass making waves of pleasure vibrate through my body.

“Yeah...” Chris breathes out, “yeah... your pussy’s good,,” he groans, moving his hips slightly, fucking me faster. “Fucking hell fuck! oh Fuck!” I moan out loudly as Felix thrusts harder into my ass, taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful freckle covered face, attaching his lips to my neck and leaving hickeys; Chris does the same.

“I’m gonna-“ I warn them feeling myself get close as I look into the unmasked versions of the men before me, only to get cut off by Felix. “Not yet honey, not until we cum first, I’m getting close so Chan can finish you off..” He says. “We’re gonna fill up your holes so well baby girl~” Chris adds on, fucking me harder and faster than before. Felix releases himself inside of me, filling up my ass before pulling out, he stands back and watches Chris who I now also know as Chan finish me off.

“You like that? Like that I have you all to myself now?” He smirks, I wrap my legs around his waist and moan loudly in response as he continues to speed up his thrusts. “Fucking you so good you can’t even talk huh?” He chuckles, leaving sloppy kisses along my jawline. “Chan..” I whimper out, wrapping my legs tighter around him, trying to get his dick deeper inside of me. “Whore.”

He growls into my neck before cumming inside of me, letting my used body collapse to the ground with their cum dripping out of both of my holes, they write their numbers down on my hand with a pen before leaving my fucked out body in the alleyway. “Would love to do that again sometime..” I hear Felix giggle to Chan as they walk off

[vi-for-vendetta]

I want to be peacefully minding my own business, perhaps overconfidently walking home a bit late at night in something a bit too revealing for wandering eyes. Then, just as I let my guard down entirely, someone will come up behind me, slap their hand over my mouth and begin to tie me up.

I can't tell if it's more than one set of hands, all I know is that I'm being gagged and bound as I'm thrown in the back of a van. I'm blindfolded and carted off somewhere, my tied up body tossed onto a bed, maybe it's just a mattress on the floor, as if I was nothing more than a coat being discarded at the end of the day.

I'm still blindfolded as I'm tied into a new position against what I'm sure now must be a bed with a bedframe. My arms are tied over my head, as if to either side of a headboard. My ankles quickly follow as my legs are kicked over my head and tied to the same place my wrists have been.

My blindfold is peeled off and I can see I'm in some dark basement room, surrounded by masked men and women with their dicks out.

"Try to scream and you'll regret it."

My gag is removed and I'm too stunned to talk, my mouth is agape in shock.

"Look at her, already ready for her job!" I hear another voice say.

Before I can process what's happening, a cock is shoved in my mouth. I gag hard, it's too big to fit, but the person straddled over my face is determined to get it all the way in. I cry, I think I'm going to vomit, there's no way it can get in any further. But then, the person forces themselves past the barrier of my throat and gets balls deep into my mouth.

I whimper.

Just as I think I am able to process the sensations that come with the assault on my mouth, I feel hands all over my body.

A firm hand spanks my ass.

Calloused fingers tug at and twist my nipples.

Fingers curl inside my wet cunt.

"God, she's already soaked, she must love this!"

"I bet this is what she's always dreamed of."

I hum something, maybe a hum of protestation, against the cock in my mouth. It does nothing but make the person on top of me moan and thrust harder.

"Keep doing that, baby."

For some reason, I comply. I keep moaning. Am I really getting pleasure from this like they said?

I feel something like a marker dance across my thigh, my tits, over my womb. I have no idea what it says, but the people writing on me sure seems amused.

Then, the person in my mouth starts to buck against me faster.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, keep that pretty mouth tight against me. That's it. Just like that."

He's close. I'm frightened to think what him cumming so deep in my throat will feel like, but before I can give it much thought, he's pumping me with his seed, and someone else is shoving their cock into my pussy.

I scream against the cock in my mouth. Who ever stuffed my cunt is far too big to be in there.

It hurts.

Before I can protest, the man on top of me hops off, adds a tally on my tits, and slaps me on the face.

"Good job, slut."

Another person quickly takes his place.

The person fucking my cunt moves faster, in rhythm with the person my mouth.

My brain goes fuzzy.

"Let me try something," I hear a voice in the distance say. Then, all of a sudden, my nipples are being stabbed with something. I scream, but it's once again muffled by a cock.

"There, she looks so much better with little cow rings in her."

My nipples have been pierced and I can tell they're ring shaped, because someone instantly starts to pull on them.

There's a sharp slap against my pussy from the person fucking my cunt, "Why don't we put on here, too?"

I shake my head in protest. The room fills with laughter. And before it subsides, I have a clit piercing. Another little ring to be tugged on.

My vision begins to go fuzzy from all of the pain, or maybe it's pleasure, and I fade out of consciousness.

I wake to the sharp sting of someone forcing their cock into my virgin ass hole.

I scream, for the first time unmuffled by a cock, but that quickly changes as a wad of fabric is stuffed in my mouth.

This goes on for what feels like days, but it very well could've been just a few hours.

But now each time I come back to consciousness, there are less screams, more moans. I buck my hips against the people fucking my now gaping cunt and ass. I swirl my tongue against the cocks in my mouth, I thank people after they've cum in me.

My body is covered in tallies keeping track of how many times people have cum in my mouth, my ass, and my cunt. There's also a tally of how many times I've cum. It's a shockingly large tally. I don't remember cumming that much, maybe at all.

But I don't care, I love the feeling of cum dripping out of me. I crave it now.

I stick out my tongue for the next cock, I wiggle my ass towards the people at the end of the bed, hoping to beckon them to my holes.

After god knows how long, my belly begins to swell and my tits fill with milk. My captors now take pleasure in drinking from me and feeding me my own milk.

I only respond to them in nods of pleasure and sharp yeses now, so they get bolder with truly using me to explore all their desires.

I'm told to open my mouth, of course I oblige. Hot piss steams into my mouth, over my tits.

Someone in the background apparently loves the look of this and decides to join. My mouth and chest become a group urinal.

The person fucking my ass then makes their perpetual presence known by pissing in my ass hole. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt.

I love it. I moan and swallow the piss in my mouth. The room fills with laughter.

"My god, she's such a fucking whore!"

"I think I'm in love!"

"This bitch is perfect!"

It's music to my ears.

I want to stay like this forever.

[melodygatesauthor]

Painted

Laurent LeClaire X f!Reader

Not Beta Read

Summary:

You're a woman alone at the bar and you witness an argument between a husband and wife. The wife leaves, and you're left alone with her sexually frustrated husband.

Tags/Warnings (for entire series):

NSFW, dubious consent (reader doesn't say yes to Laurent but it's clear that she's into it), smut, a tiny sprinkle of angst, pussy eating, blowjob, playing with cum, p in v creampie, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, semi-public sex.

Word Count: 2.7k

You saw the whole argument unfold. The man shouting at his wife in the busy Paris bar. She, clearly filled with disdain for her spouse, climbed on the table and spread her legs for him. He undid his belt, pulled his thick cock out and tried to bring it to life. You wondered if he was struggling because he’d had far too much to drink, or if the couple hated each other so deeply that she didn’t pique his desires any longer.

Either way, after she left, you were the last person in the bar, and he looked right at you.

He sauntered over, wiping a bit of drool off his chin as he got closer to you. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your cheeks burning. He chuckled, breath stinking of alcohol as he brushed the back of his index finger over your neck.

“Your skin is soft,” he commented, biting his lip. “I’d love to paint you.”

You didn’t protest as he lifted your rear onto the table behind you. His fingertips brushed over your inner thigh, trailing along until they reached your underpants. His breath trembled as his face drew closer to yours.

“You wouldn’t tell me no, would you?” He tucked a finger into your underwear and started pulling them down your legs carefully, as if he were still waiting for you to push him away. He discarded them, putting both hands on your knees and parting your thighs wide. “You’ll always keep these legs open for me, won’t you chérie?”

“Mm,” was all you could mutter as you felt the fat tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

It had been so long since you’d been in the company of a man, and your eagerness was made apparent by the slick arousal dripping out of you. It clearly wasn’t the drunkenness that made him flaccid, the man had no issue spearing through your tight hole like it was his. He breathed out a moaning sigh, rolling his hips at an even, lazy pace.

He leaned in, mouth closing over yours as he shoved himself deeper, hand reaching under your leg to push it back, spreading your thighs wider for him. You gasped, mouth open over his while the bar was filled with your sounds. He nipped at your bottom lip, his other hand sliding up to grab your breast which was still trapped behind the bodice of your dress.

“Your body is so beautiful, sweetheart. Such a shame I don’t have time to really admire it,” he chuckled, slipping his tongue past your lips and entangling it with yours.

He pushed you back, mouths parting before you could protest, so your spine was flat along the table. With a swift tug, he gripped where your dress concealed your breasts and pulled it downward. Both of your tits spilled out, bouncing in time with his thrusts. His flushed cheeks became more prominent with his drunken grin. A low groan emerged from his lips as he leaned down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth.

“Oh, sir, oh god!”

He sucked and bit at your nipple like he was desperate for it. His body moved faster, both hands reaching down now to hold onto your hips for leverage. You couldn’t feign modesty anymore, your pleasured screams filling the empty bar and likely spilling into the back streets of Paris.

“Oui, mon chérie, keep squeezing yourself around me like that and I shall paint your insides white,” he whispered against your breast.

You grabbed the edge of the table, spine arching backward and legs spreading wider as he drove deeper into you than before. You felt him reaching the deepest parts of your center, the tip of his cock brushing in a smooth motion against that spot inside of you that made your body tremble. You were weak, a distinct tingling pooling in the pit of your core and spreading all over every inch of your skin.

“Oh god, oh-my-oh-oh!”

In an instant you came. Your entire body gave in to the sensations around you: his mouth over your breast, his tongue flicking masterfully at your nipple, his hand holding onto your outer thigh and squeezing it tightly. You felt everything as though every nerve ending in your body had caught fire.

“Your face is perfection at the height of your pleasure,” he whined, the tone of his voice heightened as his orgasm drew nearer. “The next time we meet, I s-shall, oh-for-god’s-sake, I shall have you touch yourself so I can paint the exact moment when you…”

His hips slammed into yours one final time. A series of choked gasps filled the bar as he made good on his promise to paint your walls white with his hot spend. You liked that feeling of being filled up, even if it was just a stranger at a bar. Perhaps you enjoyed it all the more because it was just a stranger at a bar.

He remained for a moment longer with his body leaned over yours, lips peppering sweet kisses along your sternum as he worked them back up to your neck, your jaw, and then your mouth. His drunken kisses were still sloppy, but you never wanted them to stop.

“What a sweet little muse you are,” he whispered. “I’ve not felt this warmth in my heart for a woman in some time, chérie. I will come back for you every night until my legs no longer work, and you will let me paint you every time, won’t you?”

You nodded, feeling his cock fall out of your hole as it softened. The sound of cum trickling from your cunt tapped like a leaky faucet on the stone floor. With another feather soft kiss, the man stood back from you, looking down at your body with a hooded, lusty gaze. He hardly managed to button his pants, let alone replace his belt, eventually giving up on it all together. 

Without another word exchanged between either of you, he stumbled out, leaving you there on the table to wonder if he would ever come back to ‘paint you’ again.

~~~~

To your relief, he did come back, and this time when he saw you he was sober. He had an artist's satchel with him, and he led you to a back room of the dingy bar where no one wandered. The lighting was dim, and you could smell something foul, but you were happy to see the man again. You tried to kiss him, but he interrupted you with a finger to your lips.

“I want you to remove your clothes and sit in that chair for me,” he said sweetly.

Without a word you nodded, beginning to remove your clothes. You dropped your dress and undergarments in a heap on the floor. You walked over to the chair and sat as instructed.

“May I know your name, sir?” You asked.

He chuckled, “and ruin the allure that comes with such mystery? I think not, chérie.”

You had to admit that there was a bit of added appeal to the man when you didn’t know his name at all. He could be anyone, from anywhere, who had done anything, and you’d never be the wiser. There was something very exciting and tantalizing about that prospect.

He set up his kit, several brushes and pigments at the ready. You wondered if the barkeep let him paint in there regularly, as he seemed to have an easel and canvas ready to prop up and start his work. He walked over to you, kneeling down by your feet and running his fingers up your calf and to your knee. You felt your breathing grow shallow as those daring fingertips made their way between your closed legs, his other hand coming up to do the same.

“Open,” he cooed, assisting the spread of your thighs with his large hands prying between them. “Wow,” he mused, “what a wondrous beauty.”

He looked up at you, pretty brown eyes glistening in what little light the dim room afforded you both. He kept your gaze while he leaned forward, the tip of his distinguished nose brushing against your already swelling clit. Your lips parted for a wavering breath. Your hand instinctively moved to tangle in his dark locks. His hot breath melted over your folds.

A moan rolled through him as his lips made contact with your cunt. His tongue slid between your slit, and a sharp gasp punched out of your lungs. You gripped his hair tighter, your hips arching into his mouth as if what he was giving you wasn’t enough. He hummed, facial hair brushing against your thighs softly while his head moved to hit all the right spots.

“S-sir I…oh I can’t…oh-god!”

Save for your pleasured panting, the only other sound in the room was his messy slurping as your arousal coated his face. Every now and then the man would look up at you, eyes caked in a pussy-drunk hunger unlike any you’d ever seen. His grip tightened on your thighs, and his nose continued rubbing in delicious circles around your sensitive clit.

Two of his delightfully thick fingers worked between your pussy lips, sliding slowly forward until he was curling them inside of you, all the while he was working his tongue around your swollen nub. You thought you might fall over, using his hair and your grip on the chair beneath you to establish some sort of stability as your body shook.

He added another finger, somehow managing to fit all three inside you and pump them into your hole until you were nearly choking on the air that filled your lungs. It was all so much, the sensations overwhelming until they washed over your body in waves. You felt your cunt contract, juices gushing around his knuckles and coating his hand while your walls squeezed over him. You moaned, eyes rolling back and you struggled to keep yourself from falling over. 

The man looked up at you again, rising on his feet just enough to catch your mouth in his. You could taste yourself on him and after enough hungry kisses, your flavor was gone. He pulled back from you, lips swollen and glossy in the light. He stepped back, unbuckling his pants quickly.

“I bet I can make you look even prettier for your portrait, don’t you think, sweetheart?” He asked, running his fingers over your arm and down to your hand, guiding you off the chair and onto your knees.

The floor was cold and the rough surface made your knees ache, but you didn’t have much time to think about your discomfort before his cock was in your face and distracting you from your thoughts. You knew what he wanted, of course. After all, there was a reason you were on your knees. You wrapped your fingers around it as best as you could, not quite able to meet your thumb on the other side. You lapped the tip, gulping down a sweet bead of precum that had collected there.

“I know you won’t disappoint me, chérie. I’ve had enough disappointment to last a man a lifetime. Take it all for me, and don’t hold bac-k-k.”

He moaned deeply the moment your mouth wrapped around his dick, lips sliding down until you reached the base, relaxing your throat to take the entire length. The thickness of him throbbed inside you, and you felt his hand reach to the back of your head to guide you back. He started churning his hips against your face, gagging you on every inch as his length stretched and filled your throat again and again.

You felt tears start to slip down your cheeks, the salty flavor landing along his cock for you to taste while you kept going. The smell of his musk made your mind go numb with desire every time your nose brushed along his soft tuft of pubic hair.

“You’re going to make the prettiest little model for me when I’m finished aren’t you? Oh this mouth, this mouth of yours is divine.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement while he continued fucking your throat. You felt your clit burning with arousal, begging for your touch. Your fingers wandered, slipping between your thighs to quell the ache as it grew. With a gasp your lips slipped off his cock, the strings of your slick saliva connecting you to his red tip. He thrust back into your mouth, his pace even faster.

“Don’t do that again, I need to feel that sweet tongue along every inch of me, sweetheart,” he rasped, a distinct whine playing in harmony with his usual baritone.

You kept your mouth on him, moving your fingers in circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You could feel him twitch inside of you, cock leaking more of that sweet and savory taste you craved. You felt his body shaking, his movements becoming sloppier as he got closer to spilling into you. There wasn’t anything you craved more in that moment than to have him fill your belly with every bit he could.

Again you found yourself a mess, eyes rolling back in your head and body quaking as your orgasm ripped through you. You kept your mouth around him, the feeling of his cock in your throat felt even better when you were in a mind-numbed state of ecstasy. He fucked faster, the bruising pace gagging you and causing more tears to fall down your cheeks in streams.

He was there. He was right there…

You were shocked, and mildly disappointed when he pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of his precious cum all over your body. Your face wasn’t the only part of you painted by him, he covered your tits, your neck, and even your thighs.

“There,” he sighed, licking his lips as satisfaction washed over him. “Now go back to your chair, my precious little muse. And keep those pretty legs parted, I want to make sure I get all your best features.”

You slowly stood and strode back in your chair, spreading your legs like he’d told you to. He pulled his pants back up, walking back to his canvas where you saw him grab a small dish and a brush before walking back over to you. He knelt down, holding the dish under your cunt and using the brush to collect your arousal into the porcelain bowl. 

“W-what are you–”

“Sh,” he smirked, looking up at you with a mischievous grin. “I’m trying out a new medium, chérie. Keep quiet and let me work.”

He collected your slick until he had a small amount in the dish. He took a bit of his own cum, still decorating your skin in various areas of your body, and he began mixing it with yours.

“Now don’t move, oui?”

You nodded, “oui.”

You watched as he painted, using both your juices to mix the pigment powders he’d brought with him. His eyes darted over the top of the canvas from time to time, narrowed in concentration as he worked. His spend dried on your body and face as the time went on, and you started to feel a bit chill, though you didn’t dare ask to put your clothes back on.

After quite some time he stopped, stepping back with a proud grin sporting his handsome face.

“Come see,” he whispered excitedly.

You walked over to see the painting the man had made of you. It truly was breathtaking, though it was clear the medium wasn’t binding well with the pigment. There were cracks from the dried slick, causing the paint to flake. A heartbreaking sight, but something about it made the creation all the more beautiful. The art piece was temporary, like a quick and wonderful thing that was never meant to last.

Like two strangers meeting a couple of times in a bar only to one day part ways, never to meet again.

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Whumptober / Day 22 / Tourniquet

"Oh, that's not good."

“Roddy, that’s not fucking helping!” Shirley sneered, and River thought she might strangle the tech expert if her hands weren’t currently covered in River’s blood.

“What? It’s not,” Roddy said, offended as he turned a shade paler.

River didn’t need to be told things were dire; the pain and the large amount of blood staining his jeans were enough to tell him that. Well, that and the bullet hole in his thigh.

“Give me your belt,” Shirley yelled at the tech whiz, holding her hand out impatiently, leaving one still pressed against River’s wound.

“It’s Gucci,” Ho scoffed.

“I don’t give a shit. If you don’t give it to me right fucking now, I’m going to strangle you with it.”

It would be quite amusing to watch Shirley threaten Roddy’s life if River wasn’t also concerned about bleeding to death.

“You’re buying me a new one,” Roddy said as he reluctantly unbuckled his belt before sliding it from his jeans but holding on a second too long for Shirley to rip it violently from his hand. “That hurt!”

“Oh, does that hurt?” River yelled, pressing harder to the bullet wound in his thigh while Shirley wound it around his upper leg. “I’m sorry my gunshot wound led to a little rope burn!”

River groaned in pain, his vision going white as Shirley tightened the belt around his thigh, just above the hole in his pants, before inserting the empty clip from his gun into it and twisting.

“Fuck! Did you have to tighten it that much?” he asked once he recovered, his breath coming in heaving gasps.

“If you don’t want to bleed out, I did,” Shirley answered, and that was fair enough. “Where the fuck is the ambulance?”

As if on cue, Marcus returned, paramedics trailing behind him.

“Thank fuck,” Shirley said, waving them over. “Took you fucking long enough.”

“I couldn’t make them appear faster now, could I?” Marcus argued.

“Look at him, he looks half dead,” Shirley replied.

“I can hear you,” River slurred.

Shirley ignored him and turned to the paramedics checking her watch, “I just applied the tourniquet a few minutes ago.”

River found it more difficult to follow what they were saying as he realised the pain in his leg had begun to lessen. That had to be a good thing, right? Only now was he suddenly freezing, his body beginning to shiver slightly as the first paramedic, a man around his mum’s age, knelt beside him.

“Does he have any medication allergies?”

“Fuck if I know,” Shirley answered.

“No,” River said, his voice quiet.

“What was that?” the other paramedic, a woman a few years younger than him, asked.

“No,” River said, attempting to be louder.

He was getting tired now, and the paramedics were here, so maybe he could rest his eyes a bit.

“Wait!” he said, his eyes flying open as a surge of adrenaline coursed through him. “You should leave. Lamb–Lamb’ll be mad. Go.”

He tried to lift his hand and shoo them away, but his limb wasn’t cooperating. He tried again, his hand merely twitching on the blood-stained concrete beside him. Well, that was annoying. He tried, but he couldn’t make them move now; it was up to them if they didn’t want to be fired.

Again.

He let his eyes slip shut, the pain now almost gone, though he was colder than before.

“River, wake up!”

“Tired,” he mumbled.

The other voices blended together. Some he knew, some he didn’t. He hoped they were listening to him. Roddy Ho’s unmistakable voice was the last thing he heard before he succumbed entirely to the darkness.

“Can I have my belt back now?”

[silentglassbreak]

(photo cred to @lilyhella's post)

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Chapters are shorter because I want to get this story out faster. Just means more chapters than the original. The love I am getting from this story, and from Anonymous, has me absolutely dying. You all are the best. Thank you so much for taking the time to follow this! 🖤

Warnings: Desperate, sad, heartbroken smut.

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Part 5 - Blurry

‘Having your heart ripped out of your chest’ is a grotesque, yet extremely accurate metaphor to use when you’re dealing with heartbreak. The pain, the depression, the perspective it gives, I can imagine resembles that of someone tearing through your flesh, muscle, and bone, ripping your beating heart out, and throwing it on the floor like it means nothing.

Ironic, because I’d prefer that to what I was currently feeling.

Two days had gone by since Mileena ended us. Two slow, long, painful days. One of the best parts about being a parent, that no one forewarns you of, is that you don’t get to break down. Not when you have kids.

After that phone call, all I wanted was to crawl in a hole. If anything, just to keep myself from crawling into a bar or a bottle. I wanted to lay in bed and never wake up. Stay in the safe bubble of my room forever, where the pillows and sheets and blanket smelled like her.

Is that what I did? No. I promptly took my daughter home, and kept her for the following forty-eight hours.

She didn’t deserve to see the pain that this had caused, that I somehow managed to conjure. She deserved her Daddy’s full attention, and that is exactly what she got.

The first night was hard. I had to text Leena several times to ask questions. Had her bedtime changed? Why did she keep throwing her favorite stuffed lion out of the crib? Where was the rash cream? What the hell did ‘handle’ mean?!

Leena: We go to bed at 8:30 now.

Leena: She’ll do that over and over. She’s messing with you. She’ll stop after a few times.

Leena: Medicine cabinet, Addie’s bathroom, top shelf.

Leena: Angel. She misses the dog.

Her responses were robotic. Cold. No emotion at all.

After Addison finally fell asleep, I had no time to sulk. The tour exhaustion creeping in and the weight of the entire day pulled me into bed, narrowly managing to click the baby monitor on before I fell into a slumber. In my dreams, Mileena was with me, curling her arm around my waist like she did, pressing her ice cold feet to the back of my legs, and all was right with the world.

But that reprieve didn’t last nearly long enough, as Addison was awake, bright and early at 6:30AM, ready to eat and be changed.

How did Mileena do this for months alone? I was twelve hours in and felt like dying already.

That day, I called and begged for help, prompting Nick to come hang with Addison and I for most of the day. He also, thankfully, brought Angel to stay with us until Addison went back to Mileena.

We didn’t talk about it. I couldn’t. It felt too real already.

The day passed easier, but I still had to ask too many questions.

Me: She wont eat her puffs. Is there something else she eats now?

Leena: Cereal.

Me: What’s the wifi password?

Leena: Addison1031!

Me: What size diapers does she wear?

Leena: It’s on the front of the diaper.

By the final day, I had vowed not to ask any more questions. I was a father, a grown man, I could handle my own daughter. I could make decisions and figure out how to keep her happy and fed. I wasn’t an invalid.

So that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t ask a single question the entire day. Each time I managed to figure out what Addison needed or wanted, I cheered for myself, proud that I could manage.

But by midday, my phone had chimed on the counter while I fed Addie lunch.

Leena: Everything okay?

I scrunched my eyebrows.

Me: Yeah, why?

Leena: Haven’t heard from you all day.

This made me roll my eyes.

Me: I am an adult. I can handle an 18-month old.

Leena: Okay. Is 7 a good time to come by and get her?

My heart sunk, a regular feeling for me these days.

Me: Sure.

I pursed my lips, typing again.

Me: Are you sending someone else to come get her?

Leena: Do you want me to?

I thought about this. Did I want to see her? Feel the hurt even more than I already could? Have her so close that I could touch her, but not be allowed to? Rip that wound, that had only barely begun to scab, back open wide to bleed all over?

Me: No.

Yes. Yes I did.

I was frazzled, Addison in stage four meltdown mode. She was extra tired, having refused to go down for a nap today. It was 6PM, and I hadn’t had the opportunity to pick up the living room or kitchen yet like I planned, intending to not look like a total mess in front of Leena.

My sweats were covered in what could only be described as mystery goo, crusted and a foul color. Was it food? Crap? Boogers? What a time to be alive.

“Lady, I don’t know where your lion is!” I was currently ripping my living room apart, sweat coating my forehead and neck, while my daughter sat in her walker, screaming bloody murder for her toy over and over.

“Where did you put him, mama?!” The couch cushions were askew, the coffee table pushed off to the side, and all of the cabinets in the entertainment center wide open.

The constant screaming burned a hole in my brain. I stood up, and took a calculated breath before my head exploded. It hurt so God damn bad, and the ibuprofen was just not cutting it.

It was at that exact moment I saw a flash of yellow fuzz fly by my peripheral, and I whipped my head around to see Angel, lion between his teeth, standing at attention at the edge of the living room.

I let out all of the air in my lungs, nearly collapsing in relief when he trotted over to the baby, dropping the stuffed toy on her tray and licking away her drying tears.

My body fell back onto the remaining intact cushion, and I dropped my head into my hands.

Who was I kidding? I can’t do this.

Like some kind of cosmic joke, the doorbell rang just as the thought crossed my mind, and I heavily lifted myself up, stalking to the door.

I pulled it open, any stress and anxiety melting, and an overwhelming calm overtaking me. As it sunk in, the tinge of dread at the end kept me from smiling at the sight.

Mileena stood on the other side, black tank top cut low, jean’s hugging her hips, flip-flops showing off black painted toe nails. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head where her sunglasses were perched.

“Hey.”

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I just wanted to fall, let her catch me. I wanted to break down like a small child, and cry. Listen to her tell me it was okay. She was done punishing me, and she would come home. That life would go back to the way it was supposed to. That she loved me, and forgave me, and that we’d never be apart again.

But I knew better.

“Hey. Come in.” I stood aside, letting her step inside, watching as her eyes surveyed the scene in front of her. She looked amused.

I began twirling around, putting cushions back and straightening the table. Picking up toys and tossing them in the bin, closing cabinets.

I looked back at her, frozen in the same spot, a grin on her face. My chest lurched for a second, until she lifted her finger and pointed behind me.

Confused, I looked back, seeing Addison now laying her head down atop her lion, eyes closed and snoozing comfortably. Still bent over, completely defeated, I fell back onto the floor, knees bent, and rested my arms on them, shaking my head and chest trembling with quiet laughter. Leena took a step into the living room, chuckling herself.

"Long day?"

I just looked at her, and shrugged. "Maybe a little."

Her eyes were sympathetic. Her smile was tight.

"Uhm," She shifted, and it was then I noticed the tote bag on her shoulder. "do you mind if I run upstairs for a minute? I just need to grab a few things."

I waved toward the staircase lazily. "Go for it. Looks worse up there though."

My tone was dismissive, which wasn't exactly on purpose, but I couldn't muster anything else in that moment. She just nodded, trotting up the steps. I just stared at Addie, breathing evenly, thinking about how simple life seemed when she was sleeping.

"Noah?" I looked up to see her, hanging slightly over the banister. "Have you seen my flat iron?"

"Under the bathroom sink."

She shook her head. "It's not."

I grunted, standing back up. "Angel." I snapped and grabbed his attention, pointing at Addison. He promptly jumped up from his bed in the corner of the room, and curled up in front of the walker, always keeping watch.

I jogged up the stairs, brushing past Mileena, making a conscious effort not to notice that she smelled like fresh soap. Recently showered.

I swung into the bathroom, bending down to look under the sink, and dug around the miscellaneous items that lived under there. I finally located it, beneath a stack of towels, and pulled it out. She was stood in the doorway to the bathroom, and I handed it to her, stopping just short of a foot in front of her.

She grabbed it gratefully. "Thanks."

Leena turned around and disappeared into the closet, coming back out with some clothes she had left, and other random items that I didn't take note of. I leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, just watching her move. It made it worse, seeing her empty her things out of the bedroom, but maybe it would help me accept the situation? I definitely didn't have the energy to fight.

She finally zipped the bag, and looked up at me. "I think that's good for now. I can always grab more when I drop her off again."

"Mm." Was all I could say.

She shrugged, and sat down on the bed, her large, deep brown eyes staring at me.

"Do you hate me?"

She's joking, right? She had to be.

"What?"

"You look like you hate me."

This made me laugh from somewhere deep in my chest, a twisted, sadistic cackle. "Wow."

She crinkled her nose. So fucking cute. "Wow, what?"

I grabbed the back of my neck and looked down at the floor, trying to find the strength.

"No, Mileena. I don't hate you." I pulled at the hairs that grew at the base of my skull, begging for a sensation other than this fucking misery. "Quite the opposite, actually."

Her face looked...sad. So fucking sad. I could relate.

"I hate this." I pointed to the bag next to her on the bed. "But not you."

Her hand tapped the mattress, beckoning me to sit. I knew I should give her a wide enough berth, fearing I may lose control at any given moment. I wasn't good at that in general, but around Mileena? Fucking hell.

I didn't budge.

She rolled her eyes. "Noah. Come sit with me."

Well, I mean, when she put it that way.

I walked over to the bed, and sat. I kept at least six inches of space between us, and looked at her.

Her eyes were shiny; wet. This was hard for her, and I knew that, but I couldn't see how she could be hurting as much as me.

I was worth losing. She wasn't.

"I just," Her voice was crackling, as if it was almost gone. "I miss you."

"You know how to fix that." My words were so matter-of-fact, and I knew it wasn't that easy, but I wanted it to be.

"I told you. I can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

She was just gazing at me. There was something behind her eyes, that I was sure she didn't want me to see, something vulnerable and broken. Her soul. It hurt.

Maybe that's why she grabbed me, wrapped her arms around me, and buried her head in my chest. It startled me, but my arms still circled her, and my chin came to rest on her head. Her body was trembling hard, soft cries coming out of her.

I pressed my lips in to the top of her head, my own tears beginning to spill over, soaking into her hair.

"It's alright, baby. I got you." I tried my damndest to keep my voice even, hugging her tighter the harder she sobbed.

"Noah, I love you so fucking much."

I began rocking us gently. "I love you too, Mileena. More than you could ever understand."

Her fingers were gripping the shirt on my back like her life depended on it. "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry."

Her words were so quiet that I almost missed them.

I pulled back, looking down at her reddened face. "Don't."

Her eyes widened, her lip shaking.

"Don't apologize."

I don't know why. I didn't even think. I just leaned down, and brushed a soft kiss against her lips, as if it was nothing. Like a reflex.

But when I tried to pull away, her hand had me, the back of my neck locked into place, and her mouth pressing against me hastily, as if she was starving. Like she would never get the chance again.

A spark ignited inside of me, a roaring fire building in my chest, and for the first time in days, I finally felt alive. The blood shooting through my veins was hot as sulfuric acid, needing to be put to use or it may burn through my skin.

Pressing my tongue into her mouth, she let a gasping moan come out of her mouth.

That was it. She was done for. Even if only in this moment, she was mine.

I dug my fingers into her waist, and flipped her around, pushing her back onto the bed, without disconnecting our lips. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, letting my teeth dig in hard enough to make her whimper.

Trailing wet kisses down the side of her neck, I let my left hand trail down the center of her body, and pop the button of her jeans open effortlessly, pulling the zipper down.

"Noah."

She was trying to get my attention, as if she didn't have every shred of my mind on her at all times. I didn't stop, my hand sliding down into the front of her jeans, fingers slipping into her panties.

"You tell me to stop, and it's done." I spoke against her neck, making her shiver.

I paused, waiting, but heard no sounds of protest. Just hot, ragged breathing.

Mercilessly, my hand slipped down between her lips, my index finger penetrating her smoothly, making her back arch clean off the bed.

"That's it, baby." I pressed my lips to her cheek, slipping my middle finger in, curling both digits to graze her sweet spot. "Just let it all go."

It was as if a rubber band snapped in her, her body loosening, relaxing beneath my touch. Her eyes had fluttered closed, her lashes dancing on her cheekbones. I watched her, mouth open, drinking in the sight of her coming undone. Her hips bucked, fucking herself harder on my hand.

Her hands pulled at my arm, grounding herself. "I'm going to fucking come." Her words were broken, fighting for breath.

"Yeah baby, come for me." I pressed against the soft spot inside of her, applying more steady pressure as I fingered her savagely.

I saw her eyes rolling back, and felt her spasm around my hand, a flood of moisture soaking her panties.

She reached her face up, connecting our lips again, and we laid there, making out for longer than necessary, arms and legs tangled together. How long we stayed like this, I just couldn't say. I would've stayed there forever if I could.

Eventually her hand snaked down to my sweats, palming the hard erection I had been trying to ignore. I grunted, pushing up into her hand. I would take any touch, any attention, from her.

"Noah?"

I pressed my forehead to hers, noses bumping as I continued to press light kisses on her lips. "Hmm?"

"I need you."

I am not one to deny someone their needs.

It took a fraction of a second before I had her jeans off, panties going along with, and was sliding my sweats down, letting my cock free. Her eyes stared at me, half-masked. Waiting.

I had no time to waste, for fear at any moment she may just disappear, so I lined myself up to her, and pressed in hard. She let out a noise that could only be described as guttural. I took a moment to adjust, trying not to explode right then and there. Once I had gotten a grip on myself, I began sliding slowly in and out of her.

Her hands grabbed me, fisting the hair on the back of my head, and pulled my face down to hers, locking us again in a warm, wet kiss. The emotion that poured between us was an ebb and flow of want and regret, not knowing what was coming after this was over.

Leena’s hips shifted to meet my thrusts, our bodies pressed together in a rhythmic dance. We parted to breathe, panting together, each growing closer to our respective climaxes.

“Noah,” She was staring up at me. “I love you.” She grit her teeth. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

I had to close my eyes, focusing on the feel of her around me, her pussy tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“Fuck, Mileena. I fucking love you.”

Her hands were now holding my shoulders, her face desperate. Her eyes begged me to come as I felt her begin to spasm again.

That’s all it took. I let go, the waves rushing over me all at once, my skin burning white hot.

We stared at each other for a long time, pain being shared between the small space of our bodies. It was almost suffocating, but I preferred it over feeling like I would never be here again. That single fact was enough to keep me locked onto her, silently begging her not to leave me.

However, she broke our connection, shifting underneath me, a sign that this was done. The moment had gone, and it was time to let reality back into the room.

-

Two weeks. Two weeks without my better half. The side of my soul that held anything good and sane. Two weeks I had felt like the shell of a human, a suit of skin hung over a skeleton like some kind of elaborate Halloween decoration. Two weeks I had felt like I was going to die at any given moment, or wished I would.

Somehow, I was still breathing.

Today was going to be different, though. I had received a call from Alec, our representative from Sumerian, saying that the meeting was set and we all needed to be there.

I anticipated this meeting every second since that moment in the hotel. It was finally time to make things right, to at least some degree. I was nothing if not ecstatic.

My truck parked neatly next to Jolly's Audi in the parking lot, I met the guys, who all stood outside the building, chatting.

"Afternoon, gents." The smile across my face nearly broke my jaw.

"Hey, he's alive!" Folio's arm came up to shove me, making me shove back playfully.

"Shut up, dude. I'm going through shit."

He responded with an eye roll. "Can't even check in, dick."

"Cut the man some slack, he's adjusting." Nick snickered.

"Yep. I'm adjusting." I laughed.

A woman, nearly as tall as me, clean-cut and wildly intimidating, opened the door to the building and addressed us.

"Guys? We're about to get started."

We all straightened up, walking into the office and following her to a conference room.

"Ah, guys!" Alec stood from the long meeting table, a warm smile on his face. He was dressed casually, jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, coming around to give each of us a hard hug. "Good to see you."

We all said our greetings before taking seats on the same side of the table as Alec. The woman, who I had not met yet, was sat on the other side, a folder in front of her and a pen in her hands.

"This is Elizabeth Jones, our attorney." She nodded.

"Wish we were meeting under better circumstances." We all nodded in approval. She sighed, looking at the time on her watch. "She should be here shortly."

My heart began thumping when I could hear the door handle turning, and the heavy wooden door swinging open. I leaned back in my seat, my hands folded over my stomach. I caught Alec's face, giving me a knowing glance to keep my mouth shut.

"Rachel. Come in."

Rachel walked in, dressed more professional than I think I had ever seen. She wore black slacks, a grey, sleeveless blouse, and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her lipstick was bright red. Likely due to the demon living inside of her attempting to escape. I only allowed myself a fleeting glance before I stared down at the table.

"What can I do for you all?"

Elizabeth stood to greet her.

"Rachel, I'm Elizabeth, nice to meet you." Her smile was fake, snake-like. I loved it. Deception. Rachel's exact game being played against her.

The blonde sat directly across from me, and I could feel her eyes on me. I didn't even bother looking back at her. She didn't deserve that. Not from me.

"Rachel, we brought you here to discuss the events that took place in Manhattan, and San Diego." Alec's voice was calm.

I heard her sigh. "I assumed as much."

"Okay. Well," I looked over to see him gesturing with his hands. "you see, it's come to our attention that there is some hostile tension between you, and some of the members of the band."

I looked over to my brothers, noticing they all glared directly at her.

"Tension?" She scoffed. "You mean the way Noah nearly attacked me at the hotel?"

My jaw tightened. Shut up. Don't say a word.

"The story we heard had to do with you causing a scene in the hallway of the hotel, making advances toward Noah, and spreading some rather salacious rumors about him at a club in New York."

Her hand slapped down on the table, causing a loud, sharp sound to echo in the room. I didn't move an inch.

"That's bullshit! He came to my fucking room late at night, misconstrued me asking to hang out, and then nearly pounced on me three days later when his girlfriend fucking left him!"

Don't fucking speak, Noah. It's not fucking worth it.

My hands were nearly ripping the skin off each other, my nails digging in to keep from letting my rage spill over.

"Ms. Hollis," Elizabeth's voice came in, unnaturally soothing. "the details of the events are unimportant." She sent a stare at me, to which I did not return.

"So why am I here?" Rachel's voice was irritated. Yes, what an inconvenience this must be...for her.

"Due to the aforementioned tension, and lack of cohesion with this working relationship, we would like to make you an offer."

I finally snuck a glance at Rachel, who had an eyebrow raised at Elizabeth in apprehension.

"What kind of offer?"

Elizabeth slid the folder over to her, setting a manicured hand down on the table.

"Six months pay, up front. All vacation days paid out, and several letters of recommendation from Sumerian."

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes narrowed. "You're firing me?!"

She turned her attention back to Alec, her voice becoming shrill.

"It's a separation." Alec was cold.

Rachel stood up, shoving the folder back at Elizabeth.

"Oh fuck that, you can't fire me over this!"

"Again, this is not a termination, Rachel. It's an amicable separation."

Elizabeth, however, was met with the end of Rachel's pointer finger.

"How dare you!" She turned to us next, her lips sneer and teeth bared. "And you!" She looked directly at me. I challenged her gaze, and couldn't help but let slip the slightest smirk.

"Oh, you fucking bastards." She backed away from the table. "You'll be hearing from my fucking lawyer."

The last of her I saw was a flash of her hair before the door slammed shut.

"Guys?" Jolly looked at Alec and Elizabeth. "Do we need to be worried?"

Elizabeth just stood, sighing heavily.

"I hope not."

[darkfuckademia]

Date Night with a Witch

I loved eating pussy, loved giving women pleasure. It was like an erotic fugue, like disappearing into a book where you cease to be yourself and are barely even aware of the words on the page before you. By the time she tapped out with a huffed laugh, though, I was soaked and aching for my own release. That strange zapping feeling had been spreading through me in waves the longer I licked her, making me press my legs together to try to stem the tide of arousal.

I’d gone so deep into the sensual haze of giving pleasure that not only was my vision still foggy around her, complete with little sparks and stars, but it almost looked like her eyes were glowing. A strange, dark light sucked me in as she sat up, pulling me up into a kneeling crouch to accept her hungry, electric kiss. Even this close, with the details of her lavender skin and purple eyelashes blurring together, her impossibly dark eyes seemed to be glowing. Or maybe they were black holes, consuming all light. The longer she kissed me, the longer she looked into my eyes, the more I felt like I was falling through space. Like pressing against my closed eyelids until the darkness seemed alight with patterns trying inexorably to pull me into the black.

A gentle fist full of my hair pulled me back. I shut my eyes against the undeniable glow of her, trying to block out all the questions piling up in the back of my head about her skin and her eyes and the stars twinkling around her. “My turn,” she cooed as she guided me back down to the bed, on my back this time. I kept my eyes shut as she peeled off my bralette and my panties, basking in her husky praise like Pearl in a patch of sunlight. “So beautiful…” Gentle hands drifted down my chest, over the curve of my hips, my belly. “So soft. You took my breath away the minute I walked in the door.”

A delicate, wet tongue traced around my nipple before I had a chance to respond, pulling a surprised moan from me. Her wandering hand cupped my pussy as she sucked, making her hum in that pleased way.

“So wet from getting me off,” she praised against my skin. Her fingers dipped between my soaked labia, petting my clit gently. She kissed across my chest and suckled on my other nipple. “Tell me how to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

I opened my eyes, but the woman hovering over me, plucking my damp nipple with one hand while she sucked on the other, was so unearthly beautiful and undeniably inhuman that I had to shut them again. If I didn’t look at it, it wasn’t real. She was just the strange beauty that came with my roommate’s friend with the throaty deep voice and secretive smiles. I was probably hallucinating anyway. Maybe there’d been more in that weed brownie I’d had earlier than just weed. I didn’t want to deal with it.

So I kept my eyes closed and spread my legs, gasping, “Circles, please.”

She obeyed my request, spinning tight circles around my clit with her finger tips. Fuck, it felt so good. I was so close already, wound up by eating her pretty pussy and that strange electric zapping that happened when we touched. I gripped fistfulls of my comforter and tried not to squirm too much in case I disrupted the rhythmic pulls of her mouth on my nipple.

“Harder, faster,” I begged. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

Her fingers on my clit whirled faster and pressed harder. The fingers wrapped around my nipple tugged a little more insistently and the lips sealed to the other nipple sucked so hard, just bordering on painful, that I came with a shout. I would totally have to apologize to my roommates later. But I was riding an earth shaking orgasm, my eyes popped open and staring unseeing at the ceiling as pleasure radiated through my entire body in a constant, electric vibration. She knew just how to follow me, just how to slowly ease off my clit so that my orgasm went from an overflowing boil down to a gentle simmer that left me liquid and shivering under her hands.

“So good,” she murmured, rolling over my pliant body onto my belly. “So beautiful. You’re so full of power.”

I wanted to ask what that meant, but her fingers were inside me, stroking over my g-spot. I moaned into the bedspread and once again let the questions crowding my brain fade to the background. It felt like that electricity we’d shared was beginning to gather in certain key areas of my body. My lips, my fingertips, my belly, suddenly buzzed and fizzed. It wrapped around my tongue and it felt like something stroking into my mouth. It slithered out from my lower stomach to wrap around my thighs. It compelled me to draw my knees up to my sides, to open me further to her ministrations, like a deep child’s pose in yoga. The position wasn’t even uncomfortable because I felt magnetized in place. I found some part of her with my tingling fingers, her thigh as she kneeled beside me I thought, and I held on to it to anchor me in the pleasure washing over me.

“That’s it, just give in to it,” she praised, her fingers sliding in and out of my cunt while her tongue striped strange patterns up my spine. “You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

Fingers slid through my hair, pulling it out of her way, and she sucked on the spot on my neck that always made me go weak. My hips kicked at the feeling and I knew I was getting even wetter. Her fingers churned inside of me, filling me so perfectly full. The electricity was everywhere, in every bone and blood vessel. I felt her playing with it like those old string games like cat’s cradle we played as children, tangling the sparks around her fingers inside me. Each tug and twist and knot wove pleasure together in new and unfathomable ways.

“Play with your clit,” she ordered, and the electricity or magnets or whatever was inside me was pulling my free hand that had been gripping my bedspread for dear life under my body.

The addition of external clitoral stimulation to her insistent thrusts against my g-spot and the strange knots and strings of bone-melting pleasure all over my body was too much. This orgasm was sharp and stingy where the other had been an earthquake. I felt my muscles clamping down on her fingers and I knew I was headed for overstimulation but I couldn’t seem to stop my fingers from whirling around my clit in the same circles I’d taught her. I was making high pitched noises I’d only ever made for my vibrator and it was just so fucking good. So good.

“Yes,” she laughed and I knew it was for me, for the joy of my pleasure. “That’s it. Keep going.”

My mouth was open on something like a scream, but all that came out of me was a high pitched squeak and a lot of drool as I obeyed. I pushed and pushed, circling my clit around and around until it was too much. With something between a groan and a yelp, I lurched forward, off her fingers, half off the bed. Convulsions continued through my body as I rode out the last of the pleasure. I was frozen by it, my head and one shoulder hanging off the bed, my thighs still seemingly magnetized open for her.

As my vision cleared and my breathing settled, I realized what I saw below me didn’t make sense. It was still my landlord beige carpet, still my white girly bedside table. But it was also the top of my girly bedside table. And the lamp sitting on top of it. Too high. How were we so high? The white curtains of the canopy were fluttering like I’d opened all my windows on a windy day. I looked at the legs of the bed, trying to understand what I was seeing.

“Is my bed floating?"

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[thekatebridgerton]

Had to make at least one post for Halloween and here we are.

This started as another episode of Bridgerton on a scale of 1 to 8, and evolved into mini aus, to celebrate the end Halloween month today's topic is: on a scale of 1 to 8 what's their likelihood of survival in a Zombie Apocalypse

From most number of close calls with death. To the least.

8) Hyacinth: probably the reason the zombie virus spread in the first place, Hyacinth's reckless endangerment of her person and 'rules don't apply to me' mentality makes her a perfect Zombie hunter AND Zombie bait. Girl has had so many close calls that Anthony is honestly surprised she's still alive. Once she meets fellow reckless endangerment aficionado and epidemiologist Gareth StClair they team up to find the clues for a possible zombie virus cure that his Italian grandmother left in her journals.

7) Gregory: this dumb idiot propensity for helping people who have clearly been bitten and lack of self preservation on par only with Hyacinth, makes him the Bridgerton least likely to survive the zombie apocalypse. Realistically he'd be bitten within the week of the virus outbreak, because he was infatuated with a pretty girl who had no interest in him and follows her to the middle of a zombie hoard. Lucky for him, his crush best friend saves him from certain zombiehood by cutting off a limb and he spends the rest of his life grateful to Lucy for having more braincells than him. As they journey to his family compound in the countryside

6) Daphne: She's likely to last at least two weeks more than Gregory. Because she's a Bridgerton girl and she knows how to use a weapon better than him. But Daphne is a city girl who never learned how to use a stove and when she's on her own she has this way of finding herself in dangerous situations without thinking things through first. Which makes her chances of survival Completely reliant on local gun toting business man Simon Basset who picked her up as a favor to Anthony and is now determined to drop her off safely at the Aubrey Hall compound. Whether she likes it or not.

5) Benedict: you would think this British gentleman would know how to fend zombies off. But truth is, he's a soft boy that hates gore and blood, he also gets sick very easily and relies on his skill with a baseball bat to crush skulls and run away, Benedict has only survived so far because he's got excellent hearing and can run away from Zombies faster than they take to show up. On his way out of London he found his old flame Sophie fending off a hoard of frat boy zombies and basically crashed a car against the zombies and told her to get in. He offered to takes her with him to Aubrey Hall where his family has a bunker in exchange for her teaching him how to survive on his own in the wilderness and cooking for him. Sophie isn't very keen on being Benedict's maid but she knows it's her best shot at survival so she's decided to trust him

4) Francesca: she is surviving entirely on her own terms. After losing John to an early version of the zombie virus two years ago. Francesca took a page out of Anthony's book and built her own bunker in Kilmartin castle with her two mother in laws. It is now the biggest survivor settlement in Scotland. The only time little miss social distancing has been in danger of being attacked by Zombies was when Michael somehow showed up after 2 years of being MIA running away from his feelings towards her and she almost got her leg bitten off trying to let him in the Kilmartin settlement. As of right now, Michael is killing zombies left and right, and Francesca really isn't allowed to go out of the Kilmartin settlement EVER. (Not that she wants to) she's #4 because just like Benedict, Francesca has no survival skills. She's just great at preventive measures

3) Anthony: extremely afraid of dying, He built a zombie proof compound in the countryside and holed himself up there as soon as the first rumor of the zombie apocalypse began. This man may not have Colin's survival skills but he's got something better: money!. This guy has everything you'd ever need for a Zombie Apocalypse accumulated in his estate. The place is completely self sustaining, his car is basically a glorified zombie killing tank that runs on solar power. Anthony Bridgerton ain't dying like a little b*ch thank you very much. His only close calls have been because of his little territory war with Kate Sharma, who is the leader of the Danbury settlement in the next town over. Kate and her fellow survivors happen to be more guns instead of words kind of community and Anthony has been trying to get them all to just join him in the safety of Aubrey Hall zombie proof gates. But as long as Kate doesn't trust him, or his intentions. Her community of survivors treats him as persona non grata and limits themselves to just trading food and weapons

2) Eloise: she's the whole package, the survival skills to make it alone trekking from London to the countryside without help. Expert marksman with a trustly gun that never fails her. The instincts to not trust sus people, the reflexes to kill a zombie on sight and the good sense to avoid danger whenever she's close to it. Out of all her sisters, Eloise has the lowest chance of dying from the zombie apocalypse. She doesn't go looking for trouble! She's simply the trouble that finds other people. Most likely to find another self sustaining estate like Aubrey Hall completely by accident trying to get home. And immediately establish herself as the boss. Not that former pen pal Phillip Crane believes her excuse of getting lost on her way to Anthony's and finding Romney Hall. To which she had the coordinates back then when they were still dating long distance. But oh well. Another reason she's likely to survive the zombie apocalypse is because she's great at bluffing her way into people's hearts. She was never keen on letting Anthony be the boss of her during the zombie apocalypse anyway, Phillip and his kids need a female influence (with a gun) around the compound anyway so now she's staying and if they don't like it they can take it up with management!.

1) Colin: At this point, all his family is almost sure that this lucky bast*rd is immune to Zombie bites. Colin survival skills makes him a freak of nature that needs to be studied. He's a bonafide zombie hunter with the best track record in the world. Wears a kevlar suit that makes it impossible for zombie bites to break skin. He's a killer shot, killer smooth talker, can survive in and out of the wilderness, can build traps, build zombie proof camping sites whenever he finds survivors. Lives to travel the land Killing Zombies. His skill at running from danger is only comparable to his skill at running from responsibility. His one weakness is that he believes that the girl he loves will be waiting for him forever. Even if he's never told her he loves her. Or gave her any indication that he'd like to be more than friends. But while he thinks Penelope is safe, in Aubrey Hall under Anthony's protection, he's about to get the surprise of his life when he finds out his Pen snuck out of Aubrey Hall and joined Kate's band of zombies shooting adrenaline junkies. And Colin can't do anything about Penelope's secret vigilante life except try to catch her in the act. Because she doesn't want his protection

An: count this as my official Bridgerton zombie apocalypse au

[justjams2003]

Blossoms-12

Pairing: Erik Destler x OFC (Mariposa Claremont)

Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She is lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him to consume her life as well?

Warnings: Haircutting? Kidnapping? Mentions of sexual themes, angst, and fluff too, kissing, drowning, fights. Tell me if I miss anything

Word count: 1,7k

Masterlist

Part 11~Part 13(coming soon)

Dividers: @yaynowimglad @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Tags: @rclector @jordanmunson3 @ssssssws-world

Have I been down this tunnel before? The stone of the underground all begins to look the same. There aren’t any defining features to the grey walls. Not to mention it is oh-so-very quiet. There aren’t even any sounds of rats chittering or bugs on any of the walls. I can’t hear the music in these dark tunnels like I could in his cave. 

That is of course, until I hear the click as I take another step forward. “Oh no,” I can’t help but mutter out, my imagination begins running wild. It doesn’t happen suddenly, I’m frozen in my spot. Scared that if I were to move an arrow might fly at me. Worse though, the walls begin closing in.  

Panic rises in my throat, and I can already hear my breath rising. My frozen state is interrupted when the walls begin moving faster around me. I book it, I pick up my dress and run as fast as I can. My legs seem to be just a bit to slow compared to the walls.  

A sour taste forms as bile threatens to pour out. My shins burn and I can feel my heart in my ears. My vision turns darker, partially from panic and partially from the walls creeping in my peripheral vision. But then, there is a light at the end of the closing tunnel, quite literally.  

I don’t look where I’m going. I just need to get out. I need to escape the closing walls. And then suddenly, the floor falls out from underneath me. I can hear the walls that I was running from close with a loud thud. And then I too, hit the floor with a similar noise. My arms and legs are now covered in scrapes and bruises.  

A loud ting noise is heard, and I snap my head up. A grate now covered the hole I’ve fallen into. My head hurts, I can hear the thudding of blood rushing into my ears. “Oh my fucking god!” I yell out, slamming my fists against the walls. I never curse, I hate it but this does seem like the perfect moment.  

My head is in my hands, and I grip onto my dark brown locks. It’s a bit longer now, sitting just above my shoulders. I can’t help but let the tears fall, now that I’m alone. Why did I say that? Why the fuck did I say that? I want him, I need him to write. He fuels me and lights my passions and now I’ve opened my big mouth and pushed him away.  

What have I done? He holds my heart, my excitement and my passion. He’s the key an adventure and yet at the same time he feels like home more than my own home ever did. And now I’ve scared him off! I’ve called him dubious and myopic, after comforted my soul.  

Then again, I’m not wrong. I can’t spend my whole life comforting his fragility and assuring him of his worthiness. I’d much rather spend the time laughing and loving. Intertwining bodies rather than reassuring his insecurity. Yet, he also does the same for me. Abating my dislike of certain parts of me that he sees even when I try to hide it.   

Can’t he just love me without worry and I the same?  

A new sound causes my tears to dry up. Water. Water running. Then I feel it, the wet slosh on my bottom. The hole I’m stuck in is filling with water. “No. No, no, no.” Again I start panicking. Is the whole thing going to fill with water? But the top is closed up, I can’t escape.  

Now is the time to act and there is only one person who knows I’m down here. I jump up, too short by a meter to even touch the grating. “Erik! Erik, please!” I hate screaming if it’s not with joy. My voice is filled with worry and despiration and I hate it. I start jumping up and down, trying to see any way to escape.  

But there is none and the water is flowing even faster. “Erik, please, I’m sorry!” I’ll eat up my words if it means getting out of this alive. My birthday is around the corner, and I don’t plan to die at 18. The water is at my waist now and soon it might just be shoulder heidth. Now I’m really becoming hysterical. Screaming my head off and trying to throw out as much as I can.  

It doesn’t help though. The water is rising fast and soon I won’t be able to stand anymore. “Please, Erik, help! I can’t swim!”  

Sobs rack through my soul and my whole body curls up into a ball. I grab my mask and throw it as far from my me as I can. I can hear it jump from the walls and clatter across the floor. I don’t want it anywhere near me. I don’t want to be reminded of my horrid, disfigured face. More so the way it makes me feel.  

It makes me feel gross. It reminds me of the people who laughed at me as a child. It reminds me of the people who beat me, whipped me and ruined my body for someone as beautiful as her. It reminds me that people have made be believe that hurting her is better than allowing her in.  

It makes me feel safe. And she is anything but safe. She with the golden-sand hair and the sea-blue eyes. She is adventure. She is a sailboat traveling 100km/h in the direction that not even the captain knows. Her parents would hate me, I’m sure. I can’t always give her the sunlight, but I can at least give her my heart. Can’t I?  

Help! An echo bounces off the walls of the tunnels and all the way into my cavern. My head snaps up, into the direction that the young girl had walked. Then I hear it again, this time much louder. My feet scatter across the floor and my mind is only one thing.  

I know the exact route she took, as long as she keeps calling for me. The tunnels wind and twist and I just thank whatever god sent her to me that she did not take the route of arrows. “I can’t swim!” Now I truly move faster than I ever had before. The higher the water, the faster it flows.  

I open the latch that enter the trap and instantly turn the water valve shut. I yank the metal grid from the floor, over 100 kilograms and I sent the damn thing flying. I bend over and pull her from the hole by the arms. She’s soaked from the shoulders down, her whole body is shaking. Aurora clings to me, refusing to let even a centimetre of my fabric go.  

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She repeats over and over. It’s hard to even make out what she’s saying merely because she’s crying so much. I wrap my arms around her, rubbing her bare arms and pulling her as close as I can. All while I continue to hush her.  

“I can’t die, please, I have so much I have left to do.” She mutters, her racking now died down. Only small whines of begs and pleas for her life exit her mouth. “Hey, I won’t let that happen. You’re safe. I won’t let you die, not while you’re still such a little flower.” She lets go slightly, wiping the snot and tears from her face.  

“You promise?” She asks and then lift her head to look up to me. Her words trail off and her eyes seem to go wide. She doesn’t move an inch. Anon, her look of shock turns to one of wonder. A smirk, not a laugh or a face of joy, but a smirk of wonder and dare I even say something else?  

Then is hits me, I forgot my mask in my alcove. And yet the look she gives me makes me so warm inside. It doesn’t make me feel stupid or hideous. Rather, I feel a blush creep across my ears. Soon after she smiles, it drops again. Mariposa lets go of me, and pulls herself up.  

The young girl wraps her arms around herself. She avoids my gaze and turns her back to me. “Please, take me back...” Her voice is small and shy and hurt now. Long gone is the naïve girl who doesn’t fear a handsome stranger. Now, someone who demands to protect her heart, even if it’s from someone who she trusts with her life.  

Fix it, Erik. Fix it the mistake of previous past. I don’t think. I don’t think of the insecurity of my bare face. Or the embarrassment I may cause her. Or the people in my past telling me I’m not good enough to be loved. I grab her by the wrist and pull her against me.  

My lips land on hers without any hesitation. My hands entangle into her dark blonde waves and land on her soft waist. I can feel her kiss back in the same passion and lust as I do her. Both our tongues intertwine, and our souls connects, and, in that moment, I know I mustn’t let her go. 

Except when we must come up for air, there is a moment of bliss and then she shoves me away with all her might. “You can’t do that, Erik! You can’t call me your Clementine, you can’t take me on dates, you can’t invite me in your home and you can’t kiss me like that if you don’t allow me to fall in love. You are playing with me. I am young, I know, but I won’t let you break my heart like this again.”  

Her words cut deep, except the it’s more truth than harsh words. “My Aurora-” I go to hold her again but she raises her hand. “No, you will take me back.” And so, I did, knowing I could not change her mind. And when she was safe, she forbade me from following her and I listened, not knowing if she would ever let me see her again.  

[enid-rhees]

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you typed away on your laptop as you waited for your girlfriend - Enid - to finish up her shift at the campus cafe. no matter how late it was, you always stayed with her until close so you could head home with her and make sure she’s safe.

plus, it gave Enid the excuse to give you the rest of the treats that were supposed to be thrown out at the end of every day.

you sipped on your iced coffee, lightly nodding your head to the repetitive pop music that played over the speakers.

“i’m almost done, love.” Enid called out to you. you looked up from your laptop, “don’t rush because of me. i’m fine here.”

she smiled at you and blew a kiss towards you. you blew one back and giggled. “actually… baby come behind the counter. i wanna show you something.”

you stood up from the table and walked behind the counter and stood next to Enid. she pointed to the screen in front of her, “your favorite drink is finally coming back. we’re getting the ingredients in tomorrow.”

a gasp left your lips, “finally!” you cried out. “i will never understand why you took it off the menu in the first place. but thank god.” Enid laughed and turned off the screen. “i’ll make you one first thing.”

“you are the best girlfriend ever. do you know that?” Enid smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist, “of course i do.” she tilted her head up and connected your lips.

you kissed her back instantly. in one swift movement, she pushed you against the counter, and lifted your thighs so you sat on top of it. Enid fit herself between your legs, bringing her hand down to lightly rub you through the material if your pants.

another gasp escaped from your lips at the sudden pleasure. “mhm, Enid.” you pulled away, breathing heavily. “we’re still at the cafe, Enid.”

“so?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing. her fingers started to work on the buttons and zipper on your jeans. you breathed in deeply, watching her tear off your pants and underwear. “need to taste you. couldn’t wait until we got home.” she mumbled before diving right into you.

a loud moan left your lips when her tongue flicked your clit. she took it between her lips, sucking harshly on it. your hands gripped the counter forcefully as your hips grounded into her mouth.

Enid’s hands gripped your thighs and spread them farther apart. she licked up one stripe and then inserted her tongue into your wet hole. your jaw dropped as a scream left your lips. her fingers messily rubbed at your puffy clit, reveling in the way you were letting out constant moans.

her lips went back to your clit, and her tongue was replaced with her fingers. she repeatedly thrusted them inside you while she sucked on your clit as if you were her last meal. she was relentless with you.

“Enid,” you moaned out. one of your hands reached in front of you, tangling your fingers into her hair. you tugged at the strands, making her moan inside of you. the vibration sent waves through your body, and you screamed out once more.

“close…” you whimpered out, continuing to grind your hips into her lips. she thrusted her fingers faster than before while her lips closed around your clit.

your legs started to shake as your orgasm hit you. white heat pulsed through your veins as you moaned out loudly, your moans filling the entire building.

Enid slowly thrusted her fingers to ride out your orgasm. she pulled them out and leaned up, sloppily connecting your lips. your lips were desperate against yours, still wanting more of her.

“you know you have to clean this mess up again, right?” you laughed breathlessly against her lips. Enid laughed along, resting her head on your shoulder. “yeah, but at least it’s your mess. i can do that to you a million times on this counter and not get tired.”

[blindrapture]

SATURDAY JULY 16TH, 2011 (Infinite Series)

9:59 AM Yawn. Alright, wakey-wakey! We’ve got a lotta work to do today.

10:00 AM Sleepville just got darker. What. The other sleepers are all standing up at once. “Go back to sleep.” …RUN

10:01 AM Their eyes are in REM, spinning so fast. But open. “Sleep forever.” oh god get in the raptor get in thE RAPTOR okay great oh god THAT’S PYRAMID HEAD WHAT THE FUCK RUN HIM OVER IT’S SWEEPING ITS THINGY OH GOD

10:03 AM it got a chunk of our hood we weren't going fast enough to run him over donnie's backing up okay let's just go around it then "No. I've got this…" oh god okay

10:04 AM still weren't going fast enough. Pyramid Head's taken our whole hood off. it's rearing up to hit us through the windshield donnie.… "I can do this. I can do this." she's trying one more time pyramid head is ready to strike us when we drive up to him… we need more speed than what we've been getting… and there are other sleepers coming up to our car… donnie, please… "In for a penny, in for a pound." she's reaching her leg up SLAM down on the gas pedal

10:05 AM CRUNCH we fucking knocked him over we hit another sleeper on the way and it lifted the front of the car up enough to really hit pyramid head in the chest and then donnie kept driving that crunch was either its spine or its... pyramid.. head and now we're off. We’re past Pyramid Head. u_u;; But where are we going? It’s just miles and miles of pillow hills out here!

10:10 AM Is it just me, or is the.. oh fuck. The blanket sky is lowering. DRIVE FASTER, DONNIE. D:

10:13 AM The blanket will hit us in a matter of minutes. And I don’t see any exit in sight.

10:14 AM …oh god. Behind us is Cthulhu. No, really. That’s Cthulhu. Look, it’s even got a giant nametag that reads “HELLO, MY NAME IS cthulhu.” It does take something away from the horror of the freaky tentacle mouth, but those eyes don't lie. Trying not to look at them.

10:15 AM ...actually, Cthulhu may be doing us a favor. He's a fuck-off big monster, he's gaining on us, yes yes, but, that blanket sky is gonna hit him first before it hits us. So if that sky's really some kind of threat, we're.. about to see...

10:18 AM The blanket hit Cthulhu, and now it’s wrapping itself around his entire body, forming a giant blanket cocoon. And now he falls over, either asleep or dead. The terms are probably synonymous here. There’s another blanket coming for us now. This one looks a good twenty minutes away.

10:23 AM Donnie really put her foot down. We’re not sure where we’re going, but we’re going fast.

10:27 AM WAVE OF FEAR WHAT A large wave of energy just flew over us. Now there’s no more blanket descending, no more eternal nighttime, no more crazy creatures being beckoned to sleep. We’re in a different rabbit hole now.

10:29 AM The sky here is morning blue. It looks like a sprawling mountain range. We’re on a tall mountain, driving on a cliffside road a long way up from the ocean below.

11:02 AM This place is absolutely gorgeous. Not a single other car in sight; it’s just us and miles of nature.

11:46 AM Donnie, you want more music? Okay. Here’s Rust in Peace. c:

12:30 PM ..whoa! Hold up. The road ahead is completely covered by rubble. We’re getting out of the car. Gotta stretch our legs anyway.

12:31 PM Yep, that’s rubble. Clearing the road would require a bulldozer or something. ..but god, just lookit that scenery. We must be a hundred-and-seventy-thousand miles above sea level.

12:32 PM We found a small cave nearby! Not really got anywhere else to go. We're taking the rifle out of the car and Do we have any flashlights? ...do we still have those suits? "I did try to bring them, but I think we lost one of them back in St. Louis. It was easier to keep track of them when we were able to drive, but we had to walk through there." Well, that's.. better than nothing. "Which one of us should take the suit?" You wear it. I can just look good in my hat. :3 "At least the helmet's torch still works…"

12:35 PM There’s a little brick house inside this cave. o_o Knock knock!

12:36 PM There’s a little green praying mantis man inside. Calls himself Polygamus. ..right! Hi, how you doing?

1:13 PM Polygamus invited us in for tea, and we’ve been having it and talking about stuff. He confirmed a detail we'd heard (but not enough of): This "Universe X" is called "Xanadu" by the natives. "I've been meeting travelers who look like you that seem to think this is an Empty City or something?" They looked like us? Like... humans? "They were the same species as you. Do you have some Empty City where you're from?" Uh! We literally have no idea what they were talking about. Frankly, I'm intrigued. he shrugged "I'm not. Who needs a city? Xanadu is everything. Xanadu is life to us. Xanadu is eternity. Do you want to know why we call it 'Xanadu?'" The. The universe? Do you need a reason for that? "There's an old myth, see, about the One who was Three who were Five who were Eight." The. The what? "He's a hero and a monster. My mother used to tell me about him to scare me, but she got it from her mother, and she got it from hers, all the way back to forever. In the older times they cared more about the stories, and I spent some of my life traveling around and reading all I could about the older stories." Right. sip "So, the story of the Name goes like this: The One was searching for the Infinite... and when he found it, he could no longer leave. And that's why it's called Xanadu."

(Attached: "Polygamus's telling is of a really poor quality, very abridged, though not actually that inaccurate. I've done my research too, and in fact I still have the books here in front of me. So here's, as I understand, a more authoritative source. The Story of the Name: The One, before He was All, was only a work of function. He tasked Himself with great adventures, each one adding Another to his Number. His first adventure made him One, and after his second adventure He was now Three. When His fourth adventure was complete, He knew with His Eight minds that He could not rest, that His adventures would never end. And so, when He set out on His fifth adventure, now as the Eight, He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die. The rest of His adventures took place here. And that is why His adventures are called the Infinite Series. ...and that's how it goes. Now, there are a lot of baffling things about the myth. Like, for one, that number sequence does not give us enough information from which to deduce an infinite series, but there are other stories elsewhere which make the series more clear, if no more interpretable. And, for another, it doesn't actually explain the logic to the name Xanadu. But that's because it's supposed to be the Story of the Name 'Infinite Series,' the ontology of the name of the myth itself. This just also happens to be the oldest source that mentions Xanadu's name. It is significant to me, at least. 'He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die.' That's all we get on the subject. It's tantalizing, isn't it? Who is He? Well, you'll have to keep reading for that one. But you know where he's hiding. Now you know to watch out for him.")

...but... wait, if it's called it because you can't leave, then. donnie "We've been able to leave. And everyone we meet who talks about this place can also leave." Polygamus is puzzled. "Well, maybe that part's just a metaphor?"

1:16 PM We told him about the apocalypse and the upcoming Rapture, and he said “Maybe it's got something to do with that?" I don't actually think he has any idea. "But if I know anything about Xanadu, that is, if the childhood stories that I grew up with have any truth to them, the scary ones? I'd bet that even if you manage to leave, you'd come out different. A shadow of your former self." donnie went "Huh." yeah, I don't think this guy has any idea, at all.

2:01 PM Alright, thanks for the tea and the lunch. It was nice to meet you. let's get the heck out of here donnie

2:10 PM …the rubble is gone. o___o Works for us!

2:15 PM It got storm-cloudy really quick. ..”storm-cloudy” is totally a word now.

2:18 PM Rain! …wait. The rain isn’t hitting us at all, or the road or anything. It’s just falling.

2:50 PM And faster. So fast now. o_o

3:13 PM …OH. The rain is hitting something— the ocean below! And it’s.. well, the ocean is rising! Fast! We’re gonna drown!

3:19 PM …and there’s a random jump ahead! Ramp, and everything! o_o

3:20 PM Donnie, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Hell, I at least hope you were good at Mario Kart.

3:21 PM OH GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

3:22 PM WHY ARE WE STILL FALLING WE’VE BEEN FALLING FOR A LONG TIME NOW

3:34 PM ….y’know, I think physics say we literally cannot survive after falling for this long. I’m sure some law states that. Maybe it’s Murphy’s Law. I dunno.

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Factory (1) The Raptor no longer works. We’ve been sitting in silent shock, because holy shit, we survived. I gotta say, journal. We’re badasses. I can hardly believe it. No air bags or anything! Or maybe the shift between rabbit hole worlds affects shit. Yeah, probably that one. …what was that shshsh

Factory (2) We hear very strange noises outside the dead Raptor. Neither of us can see anything when we look out the windows. But we can hear machinery of all sorts. Now we can even hear footsteps. We’re.. we’re gonna wait for the footsteps to pass first before we step outside. I mean, we can’t sit here forever. We have an adventure to undergo. can't sit here forever. gotta be brave.

Factory (3) The footsteps have passed. I’m.. I’m gonna go first. …OH HELLO HI ...YOU'RE NOT MOVING I'M GONNA WRITE, OKAY? So I stepped outside and and there are four grotesque men standing around the car. They look dead. Mangled. Crooked necks, like they were hung. But their eyes are moving. …HIIII. :D ohgod

Factory (4) Donnie came out. We’re ready to fight. …where’d they go. The monster men are gone. ..we’re.. okay.

Factory (5) The walls are not walls. They’re just shadow. The ground is all we see, a metal floor. Coupled with the distant sound of heavy machinery, and that’s why I say we’re in a factory. Door up ahead.

Factory (6) Yep, this is a factory. We’re in a large room now. Giant cog wheels around here, floating in mid-air, giant eye balls in the center of each. Factory machines drive around and lift giant crates filled with.. well, I don't know, but I hear screams coming from within. Maybe I'm not hearing it correctly? There's all kinds of noises here... yeah... Pipes pumping blood everywhere. Monster men standing completely still on walkways suspended in the middle of nothingness, all staring at us. Stray factory doors floating around. Where to first? >_>

Factory (7) This is a storage room, I can tell. Lots of shelves of crates and boxes. “Lots of” is an understatement; we’re in an eldritch factory, journal. Just take a guess at how many crates there are. It's, like. A big number.

Factory (8) We’re taking a look around. I can hear heavy breathing coming from some crates. Others sound more controlled, as if they’re in calm sleep. Donnie’s found a crate that seems to be making a crying noise. I hope she doesn’t open it, but I can’t say a word. I don’t want to. She's reaching for it. She looks like she has to know. It’s up to her at this rate. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Factory (9) We’re now in a room full of computers. They’re all Windows 95. I feel like someone else is in the room with us.

Factory (10) At the back of the computer room, there’s a door labelled “TEST SUBJECT 6.” Donnie found a computer with text on it. "Someone's pumping a lot of gas into that 6 room. It sounds like whatever was in there caused a lot of trouble and needed to be put to sleep." There's a porthole window on the door. Do we want to look in?

Factory (11) The room is a closet-sized cell. No one is in there. Dark stains are on the floor. But yeah, no one in there. "But." donnie's stepping back What? "Look, below the door. See the shadows? Something's on the other side of that door." Whoa. Okay. Maybe so. I didn't see anything in there, though? "What if it's pressed right up against the door? Waiting for someone to enter." ..I'm stepping away now too

Factory (12) What do we even think would be in there? Or in those boxes from earlier. Are we expecting, like. Humans? "Xanadu creatures? Things we've never even seen before, but in a frightened and tortured state…" dksfkf ...big rumble. sounded like a roar. didn't come from Subject 6. came from below. shook the whole room from far away. Donnie, I don't like being here. D: "This place must be filled with secrets. The secrets of the rabbit holes…" Yeah, well! You're the one who gets to wear the suit! "I am. And.. I'm gonna open that door. Come hide behind me." The. The door to subject 6? "Yeah. C'mon, we've got to see something. Who knows if we'll ever come this way again?" She steps over to the door. I'm not just behind her, I'm.. near the other side of the room. She's reaching over.

Factory (13) On the other side was the slender man. Slumped by the door. Donnie poked its head with her rifle, and it made no response. Turned its head over, saw it had no face. It's. Yeah, it's the slender man. "Someone.. captured the slender man?" Fuck. I hate this. Donnie, can we please leave? Find the next Door and.. keep moving? "This is so wrong. I don't understand. That computer seemed to be saying that subject 6 was captured months ago." looking at me "We've been seeing the slender man, though, out on Earth." Donnie... please... we can talk about it later. D: Maybe there's more than one slender man, I don't know! "More than one?" Like. Like the Rake! Please, let's.. get moving... I don't trust that thing to not get up. "Hm. Okay, okay. C'mon."

Factory (14) Following her through walkways. She's heading downstairs. The mangled men things are looking over at us but not doing anything more. More doors down here. On the wall, away from the railing that overlooks a great pit of shadow. Where the roar came from earlier. Donnie's found a door she wants to check.

Factory (15) This is a narrow hallway with many doors on either side. "We're bound to find a rabbit hole Door if we just keep trying." I get the logic. I don't disagree with it. I just really hate the atmosphere of this place. ._.;; "We can start with the doors that have portholes on them. Look through the windows, see if any take us to a place that doesn't belong."

Factory (16) These are all cells. Like the slender man's. Ball of flesh in that one. Statue of a man with a cane? Hands coming out of the walls, reaching for a waterlogged woman with long stringy hair, eyes closed but facing the window. A man-sized spinning top? Perpetually rotating. Seems lit from all sides, but I'm not seeing any light sources. ..daddy long-legs. hanging from the ceiling. ugh. hate those legs.

Factory (17) That door wasn't there before. “EXIT.” It doesn’t look right. The door.

Factory (18) Large chamber. Shadows for walls. Door standing in the middle of the room, opens up to an airplane cabin. That's our way out.

Factory (19) Donnie's given the room a once-over. There's nothing, or no one, here. There is a piece of paper on the ground. Scrunched up. Doesn't look like it was left deliberately.

Factory (20) "Red sky, barbed wire around my thoughts. Life in prison. Cipher's ahead, a few Doors away. Someone's gotta do it. Tiresias said. Remember, Anna: Someone's gotta do it." … Donnie's heading for the Door. Okay, let's.. let's go.

10:10 PM Airplane. Flying. Empty seats. We're sitting together. Chose the middle seats. We do both like window seats, but, like, I'm not crazy about getting to watch alien worlds fly by right now. Maybe after we sleep. It's dark out there now anyway. I'm.. so glad to be out of that world. I do wonder about that Anna. But, like. There's a lot of Annas out there in the world. We'll. We'll talk things through later. We'll find the Cipher. We'll see things through. We're safe for now. sleep. let me sleep.

(Attached: “Yes, let’s let him sleep and dream of mills and sons; I have something on my mind. I’m thinking about parallels. Their significance in the grand cosmic scheme of things. I’m thinking about myself and Jordan, of course, but what’s puzzling me is a.. well. I’m thinking of the time the Devil and I, drifting through space, saw Omega waiting near a black hole. The Devil was possessing Omega’s previous body, so basically it was a meeting of two omega-symbol-faced dramatic bastards. -- Devil. -- Omega. -- We meet again. -- It’s been a long time. I backed away from the scene slowly. Thunder clapped, and rain fell from above us towards the black hole. Where was that rain coming from? Nothing felt right. -- You stole my body. -- I did. How are you still alive? -- You fool. You can’t put down the Omega. -- We’ll see about that. I heard an approaching anger shout my name. I gestured at the Devil; we didn’t have time for this. -- Where are you off to so quickly? -- Nowhere. He’s going to help my sister. I’m staying here to finish you off. I told them it was best not to stick around. There was a powerful storm approaching. In space. But then Omega threw the Devil a sword, and the two started their duel, so I left for the Sampo on my own, listening for the sound of an army of Camper behind me.”)

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[thefailguard]

the idea is so silly so have a bit of the mage-killer finding out he's working for the Crow-killer's daughter.

Even after the first safe night's sleep in many years Lucanis was still uneasy with the idea of existing in the Fade.

Safe, of course, being relative, but anything was better than being imprisoned by Venatori.

It sounded horrifying- at least to himself- but whatever 'bubble' of the Fade they found themselves in was oddly peaceful. Here all the strangeness, chaos, and danger seemed far away. It wasn't the worst place to hole up while fulfilling this bargain struck for his freedom. Much better than prison.

The kitchen was lacking, however.

He poked his head out as another, louder clatter drew his attention. The woman they called Rook was perched on the mantle above the wolf-guarded fireplace, going through the shelf of spices. She was dressed simply, in a sleeveless gray-black linen top and leather pants that cut off below the knee, the dark colors contrasting with the golden warmth of the athletic young woman herself. Resting at the edge of the well-tended flames was a squat, fire-blackened pot with steam spilling out from under the edge of the lid.

There was no point asking why she hadn't used a chair, he understood.

Climbing walls was faster.

"If you're looking for something..."

She shifted on the narrow ledge to glance over her shoulder at him with eyes like polished gold, one hand still braced on the shelf. "Dal'einas."

"Is that a Dalish spice? Have you asked Bellara?"

"It's a wrinkly brown root," she said, turning her attention back. One leg dropped off the ledge, perching atop the wolf-statue's ear with her toes curled towards her sole. She looked small out of her armor, but that wouldn't fool him. He'd seen her fight.

He'd never even met a Crow that moved that fast.

"Are you making something sweet, or savory?"

"Arroz con leche," she replied simply in a flawless Antivan accent, to his surprise.

She didn't sound Antivan at all.

"The small blue pot has saffron. It would be best with pistachios, but unless you have some..."

"No, but we have raisins. A lot of raisins," she said with a lopsided smirk.

"I thought you wanted to make it taste better, not ruin it."

Her laugh surprised him, as bright and quick as she was. Snatching up the blue ceramic pot in her long fingers, she hopped off the mantle, alighting easily before the fire. As she crouched down, Lucanis was finally lured from his doorway, wandering over to lean nearby, folding his arms as he watched.

As she opened the pot, the contents surprised him- they looked right, short, thick grains of rice simmering away in a milky liquid. There was a hint of cinnamon in the air, warm and familiar and comforting.

"How much?"

"Just a pinch."

She added it, and then gave the pot a generous stir, smacking the spoon on the rim of the pot with a clang afterwards to knock clinging rice grains back into the pot.

Rook was a puzzle. She spoke Antivan, sounded Ferelden, and her tattoos were Rivani. She used Dalish ingredients but didn't wear any Vallaslin, and most confusingly...

She fought like a Crow.

"I don't believe I even know your name."

With a blink, she jerked her chin up to stare at him, hair falling in her face. Impatiently she shoved it back, her free hand re-capping the pot of saffron almost as if it moved of its own volition, her entire focus on him.

"Oh. Adaia. Adaia T- Laidir."

He noticed the slip-up, but he could tell she'd noticed his slight eyebrow raise right back, because she smirked impishly at him and tapped a finger to her lips.

"Me old da prefers I don't use his name, but I forget."

Telling defeated the point of a pseudonym, but he had a feeling she knew and didn't care.

"Is he the one who taught you to fight, I wonder?"

"Hmm? Oh, no! My other father taught me," she said cheerfully, bouncing to her feet. With a quicksilver grin, she spun away, climbing the wall again in a quick hop and grab, toes catching in the stone and pushing her up so deftly it almost looked like she was floating.

Adaia twirled back around and landed on the mantle again, leaning over to put the jar back. Lots of flourish in the way she moved; it was as much showing off as it was practical. Inefficient, but playful.

"Your father was trained by a Crow? Interesting. If I were you I would keep that to myself. The Crows guard their secrets carefully."

She just laughed heartily, amber eyes crinkling at the corners. They were the color of late afternoon sunlight, the last light of full day. "My father was a Crow, actually!"

Ah.

"My condolences," Lucanis said, head tipping, arms still folded warily across his chest. A hidden child wasn't the most uncommon thing for a Crow. He knew of many that would much rather hide a child than admit its existence, lest they be claimed and taken from them.

"What?" Her puzzlement was no more acute than his as she tilted her head and spoke again. "He's still alive. The particular part that called for a was was the allegiance."

The idea was so ludicrous that Lucanis couldn't stifle his faint chuckle. Ah. "Well, perhaps he called himself a Crow, but-"

As her smile widened knowingly, a hint of slyness twinkling in her eyes, he paused. Well-trained instincts insisted there was something she knew that he didn't, and was dangling it just above his head. His mind raced, to not be left behind. There was no way her father had left the Crows, no one left the Crows-

But the shadow that had stalked their steps for years until a desperate peace was brokered to stem the loss of life. Now it was anathema to so much as mention the man. All knowledge of Zevran Arainai had been wiped from their records, but his name was still whispered in the dark places.

The only man to take his freedom at knife-point.

His revelation must have shown somehow, though he wasn't certain what she'd seen. Lucanis had a very well-trained poker face. But Rook- no, Adaia- smiled broadly with her lips pursed, tongue poking out with impish glee.

"He's going to think this is very funny."

Lucanis felt a sudden stirring of uneasy dread. "Will he...?"

"Oh, yes," she said with a hint of wicked glee, staring down at him from her shadowy perch. "Very, very funny."

"As do you, it seems," he said, suddenly guarded. Tipping his head towards the pot steaming merrily away, filling the air with the unfamiliar smell of home and warmth, Lucanis pushed off the wall. "Enjoy."

Her unrepentant, mischievous laughter followed him as he returned to the safety of his room.

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Saffron Arroz con Leche

1 cup short-grain rice (bomba if you can get it)

4 cups whole milk

1 can evaporated milk (12 oz)

1 can sweetened condensed milk (14 oz)

1 cinnamon stick

A pinch of saffron

Pinch of salt

Tbsp vanilla (optional)

Crushed pistachios to top.

Directions:

rinse your rice until the water runs clear

In a pot on medium heat, add rice, cinnamon, and 4 cups milk

Heat to a low simmer, reducing heat if it begins to bubble too eagerly, and stir every 10 minutes until rice is softened and done, about an hour

Remove cinnamon stick, add evaporated and condensed milk

Add saffron, salt, vanilla, and any other warming spices you want

Keep cooking and stirring sometimes until it's thick and creamy, like a really good yogurt

Serve with pistachios!

since I swore to myself I would give the game a proper chance, starting over completely. I have decided to make Zevran's daughter <3