#you allow me to indulge too wonderfully

[formulawolff]

nothing else matters — m.v.

pairing: max verstappen x wag!reader

word count: (idek tbh)

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle, reader is on her period, some cursing, max being tender, bf mode to the max (i think i’m hilarious), tooth-rotting fluff

a/n -> i’m on my period (for the second time this month!) and im miserable rn. (+ fried) so i apologize if this is terrible (i typed it on my phone) i just wanted to write something self-indulgent af.

euphoria radiates off of him, the energy so contagious it brings an entire crew to their feet.

his cheeks are flushed, tinged a rosy hue from the rush of it all. his eyes are bright, shining as the team surrounds him, jostling him back and forth. you can hear his laughter, the way it rings so wonderfully in your ears as they shout his name.

“max! max! max! max! max!”

“all right, all right,” he catches his breath, “let’s not get too excited. it’s only pole.”

“only pole?” you find yourself scoffing as another familiar voice fills the air, “max, this is huge for us!”

“well the race isn’t won yet,” the corners of your lips twitch, a smile forming as max clears his throat, “we can celebrate when we finally win a fucking race.”

christian horner exhales, the remark from max clearly striking a chord, “well, i can’t disagree with you there. all right everyone, let’s get to it. we have a lot to do before the race tomorrow if we want to remind everyone of who we are.”

you remain in the corner of the space, arms folded across your chest as the crew disperses. you take in the way max’s jaw clenches as people flurry around, his gaze brimmed with desperation.

he was looking for someone.

and that someone was you.

however, you don’t move a muscle, sitting as still as possible. another ripple of pain courses through you, yet you clamp down on your tongue. the cramping sensation originates from your lower abdomen, this wave far worse than the last.

hanging your head, tears well up in your eyes. the cramps started just this morning, right around nine. now, the austin sun was dipping below the horizon, promising of dusk.

your hands ball up, squeezing into fists as the pain intensifies. the adrenaline from qualifying was wearing off, and fuck, was it wearing off quicker than you expected.

“hey,” there’s a figure in front of you, his voice soft as he kneels, “baby, what’s going on? do i need to get a medi—“

“no,” you hiss, “i’m fine.”

“come on,” hands envelop yours, “follow me.”

you want to protest, yet he’s already helping you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist. you instinctively lean into him, grateful for his touch. a few members of the crew pause from their work, murmuring among themselves. you shrink a little, shame burning within as max practically allows you to lean against him.

fuck, was this utterly embarrassing.

oh, how the rumors were going to fly.

max verstappen’s girlfriend was so drunk at qualifying that he had to practically carry her out.

what. a. headline.

the walk from the garage to the motorhome is a blur.

before you know it, max has you in bed, prompting you to lay down. you obey, pulling the cover over you as he follows, bringing you in against his chest.

he hasn’t showered yet, and you pick up traces of his cologne mixed with perspiration. his hair is a haphazard mess, ruffled from the gear and his cap. his clothes cling to his body, more than likely from the sweat and heat of the suit.

lips graze your temple, fingers tenderly massaging your scalp.

“what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you shrug, “i’m okay.”

“bullshit,” he tuts. fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to look upward, “what. is. going. on?”

“i started my period,” your lower lip trembles, “and i’ve been dealing with cramps all day.”

“and you didn’t say anything?” concern dances in his intense gaze, “baby, there are medical staff on site who would be happy to provide you with anything you need. i’m sure asking for a couple of pain relievers wouldn’t have been an issue. you’ve been suffering like this all day?”

“it wasn’t a big deal,” you retort, warmth flooding your cheeks as tears overflow, “i wasn’t suffering. it’s just my period. i was fi—“

“don’t say that shit,” he cuts in, “when i saw you, you looked miserable. absolutely fucking miserable. you were nearly curled up in the fetal position in that chair.”

“maybe i just didn’t want to draw any attention to myself,” you mutter, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “i didn’t want to seem like i was high maintenance.”

“baby,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest, “asking someone for some medication or somewhere to lay down is not high maintenance.”

tears splatter against his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut, “now i just feel fucking worse because i took you away from you job. you’re going to get into some shit with the fia and it’s my fault.”

“listen to me,” his arms pull you in even tighter, his mouth planting gentle kisses along your forehead, “are you listening to me?”

“yes,” you nod, sniffling, “i’m listening.”

“when it comes to you, nothing else matters. you are my only priority. ensuring that you’re safe and sound comes first. taking care of you is what’s important to me. i would much rather make sure you’re feeling better than attend a press conference. i’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning.”

“are you sure?” your voice shakes, threatening to crescendo into a sob.

“yes,” he murmurs, “i’m sure. i love you.”

“i love you,” the words are a strangled cry, the fabric now soaked as the tears spill, “i love you so much, max.”

“i love you more,” heated hands find your back, kneading, “what do you need from me baby? say it and it’s yours.”

“i just want you.”

a laugh bubbles up in his throat, “you can have me, but you’re going to get a hot shower. then we’re going to go to hospitality to get you some food. after that, you can have me as much as you want. deal?”

“deal,” you shake your head, “can we get something sweet too?”

“we’ll get all the sweet things,” the words are tender, just what you needed to hear, “and we can pick you up a stuffy from the airport on our way home. we can even look for a trinket or two. the ones i know you like, the sonny angels or calico critters. how does that sound?”

“that sounds perfect,” the tears have ceased, a sense of relief rippling within max, “i would love that, max. thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.”

at that, he can’t help but melt a little at the sincerity laced within your tone, “of course, baby. anything for you. i can’t bear the thought of you in pain or uncomfortable. i’ll do anything to help you feel better.”

“even if it interferes with your job?”

“even if i have to pull out of the race tomorrow.”

“you’re ridiculous,” a light giggle fills the space, max’s lips forming a wide grin, “you wouldn’t do that.”

oh but for you, max verstappen would.

[celestialowlbear]

✨♡ Gale NSFW Drabble ♡✨

Pairing: Gale x Fem!Reader (Tav)

Summary: Gale indulges in you. Hehe.

WC: 1200

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. No plot. Just smut. Face riding. Female receiving oral. Mention of PiV sex. Established relationship. Reader/Tav not described. Bulleted list.

A/N: Now it’s Gale’s turn for thots I just needed to get on a page. It became longer than I expected, haha. He’s an oral king. I don’t make the rules. Enjoy!

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You lifted your gaze from your book, sneaking a glance at Gale who sat on a comfortable loveseat across from you.

You weren’t surprised to catch Gale staring right back at you with a peculiar twinkle in his eye.

You knew the look, his brown eyes drinking in your form from where he sat.

He quietly shut his book, placing it to the side.

Gale stood up and settled by you on the plush couch you were lounging on.

He kissed your shoulder as you tried to pay attention to your literature.

You already knew what he wanted, but you loved making him work for it.

“Don’t mind me, my love,” Gale whispered, his voice already husky with desire. “You know I can’t stay away from you for long.”

Gale’s skilled hands wandered as his lips did the same, kissing up your neck and letting his fingers dance under the hem of your top

You smirk, no longer paying attention to the words on the page, your body immediately pliant under his touch.

“We’ve been in the tower all day…you haven’t been far from me at all.” You teased quietly, tilting your head to give him better access.

Gale hummed against your skin. “Still not close enough, I’m afraid.”

One of Gale’s hands was fully under your top now, caressing and teasing your breast.

“I want to taste you if you’ll allow me the privilege.”

You let out a soft sigh, Gale’s beard tickling you as he kissed your neck, nipping at the points he knew made you melt.

“How can I deny such a request?”

Gale lifted his head from your neck, pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Let’s get comfortable then, shall we?” Gale pressed his forehead to yours, muttering something under his breath.

In an instant, you were lying on your shared bed with Gale next to you, both of your clothing gone.

The perks of being in a relationship with a wizard.

“Come here, my love. Take a seat on your throne.” Gale smirked as he gestured at his face, lying on his back.

You settle on top of him, your thighs surrounding his head.

Gale squeezes the fat off your thighs, looking up at you with a wild hunger in his eyes.

“You are stunning like this.”

Gale brought his lips to your folds, not giving you a chance to respond.

You gasped his name instead as he slowly kissed your thoroughly wet cunt, probing his tongue at your entrance.

You gripped the bed’s headboard, your thighs already trembling around his head.

You could feel his beard wonderfully scratch against your inner legs, adding more pleasurable sensations to what he was already doing.

Gale was taking his time, still lazily kissing at your folds as he would your mouth.

You wanted to rock down onto him desperately, your clit beginning to throb with need.

Gale was purposefully avoiding that part of you, drawing out your pleasure.

Gale also didn’t want this to end too quickly, thoroughly enjoying servicing you just like this.

“Gale…” you ground out. “More…please…”

Gale hummed in response, tightening his grip on your thighs.

“Patience, my love.” He murmured, grazing his nose against your clit. “Like a good wine, you must be savored. You deserve such treatment.”

You let out an airy laugh at his comparison, feeling him smile against your swollen folds as he picked up the pace, swirling around your clit.

You whined, his tongue providing the relief you were so desperate for.

Gale gently probed at your clit, alternating between your entrance and swollen bud.

“Ah…Gale…!” You cried out as he began massaging your clit with his tongue, his composure quickly crumbling at the sounds leaving your throat.

Your trembling body, his name leaving your lips in broken moans, feeling your clit swell with each pass of his tongue, it was all absolute perfection.

No magic could ever compare to having you like this.

Gale released one of your thighs to cup your ass, giving it a hearty squeeze as he continued his meal, obscene sounds filling the room as you rocked your hips on his face.

Gale was completely lost in you, your scent filling his nostrils, your arousal coating his beard, your soft skin now damp with sweat under his fingertips.

The molten pleasure was building in your spine, Gale finding a rhythm he knew would have you shattering above him before long.

Your fingernails were digging into the fabric of the headboard, bucking your hips against his lips in time with his tongue, which was now fully focusing on your clit.

“Gale…don’t stop…please…I’m…” You were breathless, opening your eyes that had been squeezed shut, looking down between your legs.

Gale was once again already staring at you, his eyes dark and blown with lust. Strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead, looking disheveled.

His eyes weren’t just filled with lust, but pure passion. Love. Unwavering commitment.

You crashed over the edge, locking your eyes with his as your orgasm rocked your body.

Ecstasy blossomed from your core to every nerve, intense and mind-numbing.

You chanted Gale’s name like an incantation, your entire body convulsing and shuddering above him.

Gale moaned loudly into your pussy, keeping up his pace, wanting to taste and feel every bit of your pleasure.

Gale lapped up the gush of your release, your cunt pulsing with your orgasm against his mouth.

Gale could feel his cock aching between his legs, his body ignited with desire, knowing he could make you feel this way with just his mouth. He couldn’t help the bit of pride that swelled in his chest.

You came down from your high, ragged breath and limp body, sliding off his face to lay next to him.

Gale was breathing heavily too, his beard dripping with your release.

He turned on his side to face you, a smile gracing his features.

“Thank you for letting a wizard indulge himself.” He traced his hand over your flushed cheek.

You chuckled, bringing a hand down to his rigid length, caressing it ever so gently.

“I should be the one thanking you, love.”

Gale’s eyes closed as he let out a low moan.

You captured his lips with yours in a fiery kiss.

You could taste your tangy release on your lips, his beard soaking with it. Your tongues danced momentarily, desire burning between your legs once again.

“I don’t think we are done indulging in one another, my dear.” You purred, gently pushing Gale over to be on his back once again.

You climbed on top of him, positioning yourself over his cock.

Fire danced in his eyes as he gripped your hips, lifting his own hips ever so slightly to push his leaking tip into your tight entrance.

Gale entered you with no resistance, both of you groaning in bliss as you took him to the hilt.

You both sat there momentarily, taking one another in. You leaned forward, entwining your fingers with his above his head for leverage.

Gale let out a deep rumble, something between a chuckle and a growl as he felt you clench around him.

“Oh no, my love. We are far from being finished. I’d say we are just getting started.”

-ˏˋ⋆ Thanks for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ⋆ˊˎ-

Tagging @ladyzirkonia as requested 😘

[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Merry Kissmas, Day 23

Merlin has never been so miserable. After what happened over the weekend while Christmas shopping and all the things they said to one another, Arthur pulls a two-point lead. And kisses him like that . Merlin is so confused now. He must have misunderstood everything from the past three days, because he was starting to believe it was possible this was more than a game, but now everything is upside-down again and Merlin is left hanging.

When Arthur texts him, his heart leaps into his throat.

“What is it?” asks Gwen, who has been wonderfully supportive and perceptive throughout this whole ordeal.

“It’s Arthur. He wants me to come to his office.”

“Oh. That’s not necessarily bad, remember what happened last time.”

“Yeah, but would he do that twice? I don’t think so.”

“He probably just wants some privacy.”

“Oh shut up , Gwen.”

She smiles that sweet smile of hers. “Do let me know what happens.”

The blinds covering the glass wall of Arthur’s office are drawn when Merlin arrives. Was Gwen right about the privacy thing? Strange.

“For what purpose have you summoned me to your chambers, my lord?” Merlin asks with a sarcastic bow as he enters and sees Arthur at his desk. The light in the office is dim with the blinds closed and Merlin is certain he’s never seen Arthur’s office like this.

Arthur grimaces. “Don’t call me that.” He stands and circles to the front of the desk and Merlin’s spine stiffens, weirdly terrified that Arthur will kiss him. He should have left the door open for a quick escape. But Arthur just leans on his desk like he did last time. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Why?” Merlin can’t shake his suspicious feeling.

“I’m sorry about what I did yesterday.”

“What?” Of all the things, this is not what Merlin expected.

“I shouldn’t have done that after we basically agreed to keep it at a tie until Christmas Eve.”

“ What ?”

“It’s very near the end. I got a bit carried away. I know I upset you. I’m sorry.”

“That’s—” Merlin bites back his response, not wanting to admit the real reason he needed Arthur off of him at that moment. “Really?”

“Yes. To make it up to you, I want you to kiss me.”

I want you to kiss me . Why would he phrase it like that? This man is insane , Merlin decides. “Hm... I don’t know if I want to,” he hedges.

Arthur looks shocked. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced to kiss you and that will be it. It will be over.”

“Maybe it’s for the best.”

Now he looks hurt. “You don’t mean that.”

Merlin’s chest tightens and he steps closer, but not too close. “Arthur. I don’t want to do this if you don’t.”

“I do. I want you to kiss me.”

Those words again, combined with Arthur’s face, let Merlin believe that he really means it, that the game doesn’t matter anymore, that it’s no longer about points or winning or any of that bullshit and that Arthur really does just want Merlin to kiss him.

Merlin rushes forward into Arthur’s arms, only just making sure Arthur doesn’t kiss him first, and connects his lips to Arthur’s, surprised to find him so receptive, then his mouth opens and Merlin lets himself sink into the kiss, already so familiar and inviting, his hands tangling into Arthur’s hair and jacket, and he allows himself this moment for as long as he can before the thought that this is only a game comes creeping back in and he pulls away, but Arthur looks so invested that he goes back in for another, a short, indulgent kiss that immediately fills him with shame.

“I’m sorry,” Merlin says, stepping back from a surprised Arthur. “I know that doesn’t count.” He puts a hand over his mouth as the realization that he’s basically just told Arthur that this is more than just a game for him washes over him. “I’m sorry.” He turns and flees.

“Merlin—” Arthur calls, but Merlin is already gone.

Gwen notices something is wrong as soon as Merlin gets back to his desk.

“What happened?” she asks.

Merlin shakes his head. “I can’t talk about it right now.”

“After work? I’ll walk with you?”

Merlin turns his downcast eyes up to her with a sad smile. “Thank you.” Arthur may be his best friend, but Gwen is also his best friend. And less emotionally constipated.

Merlin manages to avoid Arthur out of embarrassment for the rest of the day, then slips out with Gwen as quickly as possible. It’s cold and dark out and they hold their coats close against the wind, but the lights of Christmas in the city illuminate their path.

“So what happened?” Gwen asks again.

“I don’t know how to explain it, really. It—it was like... his exact words were, ‘I want you to kiss me.’”

She looks dumbfounded. “That sounds like a good thing.”

“But—it’s just about the game.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

Merlin glances at her. She looks sympathetic, but still a bit exasperated at his idiocy. “There’s more. I kissed him. Twice. It doesn’t count after the first time. There was no reason to do it a second time. He knows. He knows how I feel. There’s no way he doesn’t anymore.”

“Oh, Merlin,” Gwen says again, still patient, just less so. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding him?”

“I know. It’s stupid. But I don’t want him to tell me he doesn’t feel the same way. That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m a coward.”

“That’s perfectly natural, Merlin. This can either go very well or very poorly for you at this point, but I’m sure it will go well. I know he feels the same way about you.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“Merlin, you don’t get it because you’re in there,” she gestures at his face, “but the rest of us are out here, and it’s pretty obvious from where we stand.”

“What do you mean ‘we?’”

“The rest of us in the office. You’ve been kissing each other in front of us for almost a month now. It’s kind of a lot.”

“You’ve been talking about it with them.”

“I don’t need to. I can see it for myself. You two love each other.”

He stares at Gwen in apprehensive amazement, then turns his eyes skyward in agony. “I sure hope so.”

[bearw-me]

Drinking Buddies with Husk!

𐐒 includes : gender neutral reader 𐐒 cw : drinking/alcohol, fluffs, drunk rambling 𐐒 summary : mainly platonic but you could read as romantic too (in fact i'd love it if you did!) 𐐒 note : lil' self indulgent, love me sum whiskey myself... & with husk is just <3

Husk considers 'drinking buddy' and 'friends' two completely different fields, and even then, being his drinking buddy is (what I consider) a special privilege. . . not bestowed to many

he likes to unwind once and a while as much as the next sinner. . . but who really likes to wallow in self-pity by themselves? having company is always fun

the best company (as Husk considers you)

lets be real, how many people would Husk enjoy drinking with?

but its because he can practically see right through you. . . with those narrow yellow eyes of his, you almost feels transparent

and you are with him

if Husk wants no bullsht (i mean especially if the two of you share some drinks) he'll get it

in return, you allow Husk to be himself and rant all his drunken thoughts he has pent up inside of him

"I can't. . . I can't BELIEVE they got me working the bar at the. . . the. . . uh. . . waittt. . . what did you say about Angel?"

you laugh at him, both of your faces flushed, held up haphazardly with your hands leaning against Husk's bar top. Heads wonderfully buzzed.

Husk (near sht-faced) actually starts to purr, doing those slow blinks that cats do

I imagine Husk allows you to take his hat and wear it at some point, either he doesn't care or he doesn't even notice until you two wake up hungover (still at the bar no less)

Drunk bar songs w/ Husk, wherein he has his arm around your shoulder!

At his bar, or in his company, Husk has a special glass just for you.

Husk cleans all the glasses when no one's at the bar, and he notices the way you like to hold your drink and play with it in your hands. So when you take to a particular one (the perfect size for you hands) Husk puts it aside for when you come around!

no matter what you prefer to drink, Husk still makes you new drinks to consider and try out if you'll take it

always watches out for you btw and keeps you head up (literally)

but Husk loves drinking with you, he doesn't have to worry too much about—much really, and he knows he can depend on you too if he ever needed it, bar-fight wise anyway

i think he'd actually feel a twinge of jealous once and a while if 'the wrong' person were to approach you, especially if he was looking forward to your company and you actually seem to prefer the presence of someone else over him

Husk is the perfect drinking buddy imo

he's equal parts mature, responsible, and I could 100% picture the old cat being a hilarious drunk if he was pushed far enough!

Husk doing drunk magic tricks and sleight-of-hand for more drinks, or to impress

Husk has a very high tolerance for booze, but doesn't like to mix his drink types often

[deltamb3r]

Let me tell you, there are some fantastic artists within this community but your style and characters in particular get my imagination going like no other, it's immaculate. Pardon me if this is a stupid idea but something that struck me is just how most if not all of the truly terrible things to happen in the Lamb's life were due to Narinder. Their family being culled due to his prophecy and resulting in the endless nightmares, being forced into leading a cult, and ultimately being betrayed. Even though they seem happy together most of the time I imagine every now again hard emotions come down. I had the thought that on some random day all of the guilt and remorse built up inside Narinder just comes crashing down when he realizes just how many terrible things he's done. It's made even worse by the fact that he's allowed himself to freely enjoy and indulge in the Lamb's love and affection thus making him feel even more guilty. I had the scene in my head of Narinder being solitary while he stews in remorse which eventually leads to a breakdown. He feels as though he's beyond damned and yet allows himself to feel pure joy without truly making up for his mistakes. The Lamb comforts him and reminds him that even if they didn't choose to have the life they do, and by no means is it an easy existence, it's not terrible and in fact has turned out wonderfully. The very fact too that Narinder even feels guilty to begin with is also the best piece of evidence that not only is he worth redemption, but worth fighting to keep.

I don't know, it's a bit heavy but then my mind goes to heavy places, be it happy or sad. Thanks for listening and keep making incredible art.

It really makes me happy to hear this.

Yeah, Narilamb angst be really my bread and jam, and this ask inspired me so much on working on something.

I've picked up on writing a little short hurt/comfort story you can find here! :3

Thank you so much anon! <3

[chthonic-cassandra]

what vampire musicals are there? asking bc of the tag meme you posted a few days(?) ago where you said it was pretty accurate aside from no vampire musicals... i know wildhorn dracula, but what else? (and which are good?)

Thank you for asking a question which allows me to indulge myself by recounting all this. The question of "good," however, is rather fraught, and I ask everyone to remember that these opinions are just my own.

The (probably) first, and the only one to achieve significant success, was Jim Steinman's Tanz der Vampire/Dance of the Vampires, first stage in 1997. Tanz was an adaptation of Roman Polanski's comedic vampire movie The Fearless Vampire Killers, and features "Total Eclipse of the Heart," a song Steinman always intended to be about vampires. Tonally, the musical veers wildly between the broad comedy of the source film and something approaching sincerity and the comedy sections have never really worked for me, but it's certainly the most musically sophisticated of the vampire musicals and at its best, like in the major ballad sung by the lead vampire character about the loves he has killed (here sung by original cast Steve Barton, and here by Drew Sarich, who is in all the major vampire musicals and who we shall have more to say about anon) it's spectacular gothy camp glory.

Tanz was incredibly popular in Austria, where it was first staged, and then throughout Europe and in Japan. However, when it was brought to Broadway it was drastically rewritten, partly at the behest of Michael Crawford, starring in the show and anxious about changes in his body and being compared to his career-making performance in Phantom of the Opera. The comedy was foregrounded and the show was constantly being rewritten, to the point that the actors didn't know how their parts might change performance to performance. I didn't see the Broadway production, but it is accounted by all to be a colossal failure. The show remains popular worldwide to this day, but has not received another major staging in North America.

Next comes the Frank Wildhorn Dracula the Muiscal, which I know you know about, but as it is vital to this narrative I must give some explanation. Wildhorn is a sort of mid-tier musical theater composer, known for melodrama and period pieces. After the popular (though not critical) success of his Jekyll & Hyde musical (1997 on Broadway) he co-wrote Dracula with lyricist Don Black, premiering on Broadway on 2004.

While I maintain that Dracula the Musical has been unjustly maligned by comparison with some other works of musical theater, it is admittedly a mess, and the Broadway production, which was, despite highly publicized special effects, shockingly static, did it no favors. It tries to do far too many things, combining sections of relatively close novel adaptation (Christopher Hampton's book is often quietly strong) with a messily shoehorned Dracula/Mina romance. The score is variable, ranging, even just in Dracula's material, from the rousing "Life After Life" as Dracula welcomes the transformed Lucy, to his cringe-inducing "The Longer I Live". (I still think almost all of the music and lyrics are better than those of Les Miserables but then again I think most things are better than the Les Miserables musical.) The Broadway production had a reasonably strong cast, including Melissa Errico as Mina and Kelli O'Hara as Lucy, but it failed nearly as badly as the American version of Tanz had, if not quite so dramatically.

Wildhorn subsequently brought DtM to Europe, where it enjoyed significantly more success, first in a stripped down modern production in St. Gallen starring Drew Sarich and then in Vienna where the role of Van Helsing was expanded for popular star Uwe Kröger. It's continued to be performed in Europe and Asia, and in some USA community theaters.

Next up was Elton John's Lestat in 2007. One would expect that this musical would have been wonderfully over-the-top glam rock, but somehow Lestat ended up being one of the most staid things I have ever seen. Filled with forgettable music (even if we all do want to see Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson doing "Embrace It". It was further brought down by a lackluster performance of the title character by Hugh Panaro, previously known for his mediocre (sorry Panaro fans!) turn in Phantom. It was enlivened slightly by Carolee Carmello as Gabrielle earning one of the show's only Tony nominations and Drew Sarich (there he is again!) playing a decidedly not book accurate but very entertaining Armand. It also involved a Buddhist monk Marius de Romanus, but I constantly question whether this was a fever dream of mine. Lestat was yet another failure on Broadway and, as far as I can tell, has had no real subsequent afterlife, though I've been wondering if that might change with the IwtV show (and Sam Reid's evident enjoyment of the musical!).

Those are the major vampire musicals, for what they are! But there are also some others which never got even this level of attention, including:

Two dueling French-language Dracula musicals with almost the exact same name, Dracula - L'amour plus fort que la mort and Dracula - Entre l'amour et la mort

A Nosferatu musical which is a strong contender for the worst lyrics I have ever heard but also entertains me

another mysterious Dracula musical made in the UK with songs of wildly varying qualities, but containing the only Mina hero ballad with which I am familiar

There are also edge cases like Bat Boy and Rocky Horror Picture Show, which I would not call vampire musicals but someone else might.

Anyway! Thanks for giving me the opportunity to share some of the truly disproportionate amount of information I have about this topic in my head. I hope this brought some entertainment.

[the-big-boss-of-hell]

Hell’s sky burned red, as the Lucifer’s Manor stood tall at the heart of the Pride Ring. It had been ages since Lucifer had properly ruled, and his absence had turned Hell into a playground for the wicked—but not the worthy.

That was about to change.

Lucifer stood atop his balcony, overlooking the sprawling cityscape of his kingdom. Below, his voice carried, booming across the land with a force that shook the very foundations of Hell. Every screen, every radio, every infernal device capable of transmitting his word flickered to life, forcing all of the Pride Ring—and beyond—to listen.

Lucifer: My dear, misguided, wonderfully stupid subjects… it seems you've all forgotten who I am.

A pause. A smirk. A challenge.

Lucifer: Hell has grown chaotic in my absence. You have all flourished in your corruption, indulged in your vices, and played your petty little power games—unbothered, unchecked. You believe yourselves untouchable because I have allowed it.

The weight of his words settled like chains around the throats of the highest demons—the Overlords, the crime lords, the self-proclaimed rulers of their own twisted domains. The ones who had taken his silence as weakness.

Lucifer's smile widened.

Lucifer: But that ends now.

A wave of power rippled through the air, an unseen force pressing down upon every demon in the Pride Ring. It wasn’t just magic—it was authority, the undeniable presence of the first true King of Hell.

Lucifer: For too long, you have mistaken my patience for indifference. You have turned my kingdom into a cesspool where the most vile, the most vicious, sit atop their thrones of blood and bones while the weak rot beneath them. You have made Hell a game of survival—but not one of justice.

His tone darkened, his red eyes glinting with something merciless.

Lucifer: So allow me to remind you—Hell was never meant to be fair. But it was never meant to be lawless.

A single wave of his hand, and across the Pride Ring, seals ignited in blood-red fire. Magic surged through the streets, through the palaces of the Overlords, through every corner of the ring. This was no ordinary display of power—this was a declaration of dominion.

Lucifer’s new law burned itself into existence.

The New Order of the Pride Ring:

Trials for All: No more instant executions on baseless accusations. All demons—no matter their status—would face judgment before any punishment. No more slaughter for the amusement of the elite.

Overlord Restraint: The Overlords will answer to him. No more unchecked tyranny. If they wished to keep their power, they would earn it—not take it by force alone.

Hierarchy of Sin: The greater the sin, the greater the punishment. No more luxuries for the most depraved, no more untouchable monsters sitting atop their empires while the lesser damned suffered.

Lucifer: If you think to oppose me, by all means… try. *His smile was all teeth* But do remember—Hell may be your home… but I am your God.

And just like that, Lucifer Morningstar reminded Hell exactly who was in charge.

[bihansthot]

Title: Guessing Game

Rating: Explicit (filth)

Pairing: Syzoth x f!reader & Bi-Han x f!reader, established OT3

Summary: Bi-Han and Syzoth play at naughty game of who’s who with you while you’re blindfolded and bound at their mercy.

Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a Sub-Zero bros. Fic I did ages ago, but I added some things to it and padded it out a bit to make it hopefully a little better. It’s kind of short and filthy but hopefully something that will tide you lovelies over until I can find my creative inspiration again. As always please like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed it and don’t be scared to send me suggestions. I am just creatively bankrupt at the moment and need all the help I can get.

You’re bound and blindfolded, spread out on one of their beds, you can’t be sure whose it is, the room is full of an unsettling cold, so you assume it’s Bi-Han’s; Syzoth’s room is always more comfortable temperature-wise, albeit sometimes too warm for your liking. The bed is wonderfully plush, covered in soft as silk warm fur blankets; ones you know your lovers bought for you since they had no need, and soft feather pillows scattered everywhere. Luxuries you know the Lin Kuei shouldn’t have, but then again Bi-Han wasn’t exactly known for adhering to the rules, when you had his completion and kill count you didn’t have to. Not to mention he was Grandmaster now and if he wanted to spoil his lover he absolutely would do it in any way he saw fit, which he often did. You were more than happy to indulge in the spoils of his achievements, but you tried not to think of where they came from, just like you tried not to think of where the expensive and lavish presents he so often spoiled you with came from. You squirm in anticipation, the two of them had been teasing you for quite some time and you were a dripping wet mess, eager to get on with the night. You cry out as finally, you feel a cold, velvety cock slowly pushing into your soaking cunt. It feels so good, so perfect, like it was meant just for you, filling up every bit of your hole, rubbing against every sensitive nerve, so big, almost painfully so, but it was just right. You assume it’s Syzoth despite the cold, it’s too gentle to be Bi-Han, but that’s part of the thrill of the blindfold, you have no real way of knowing which one it is, but both are enough to make you shiver from desire and cold. You wouldn’t put it past the Saurian to spend time cuddling with Bi-Han first to drop his own body temperature so it would be harder for you to tell the difference between them.

Cold hands stroke your hip bones lovingly, allowing you to adjust to his length and girth, but otherwise not moving, and certainly not talking; that would give it away too easily. After a moment he pulls back slowly, until just the tip of their cock is inside you, teasing you with soft shallow strokes. Groaning softly he slides forward filling you completely again, taking his time, each thrust is slow and so deep, it’s driving you crazy.

“Mmm Ah! Syzoth!” You moan loudly, knowing your breath is coming out in condensed puffs; enjoying the slow, deep thrusting, completely unashamed by your volume, they had made you wait all night, and you were too worked up to care. You hear a deep chuckle, Bi-Han you figure; as two large hands grasp your breast, easily teasing your nipples to stiff peaks with their cold fingers. Rolling the nubs back and forth in time with the slow thrusts, pausing ever so slightly to pinch. You cry out shivering from the cold, arching your back desperate to feel more, and then all of a sudden you were empty, you curse loudly. “Stop fucking around,” you huff exasperatedly.

All you hear is that damn chuckle again, before you’re filled again, roughly this time, causing you to practically shout. There’s no pause to adjust, no gentle caresses, just a firm, cool grip on your hips as who you assume is the cryomancer pounds into you quickly and roughly.

He fucks you with no restraint, hard and fast each thrust pushing you closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, “B-bi-Han!” you cry out. You bite your lip trying to keep your teeth from chattering before you give up and cry out again, it’s so good you’re nearly shouting with each movement of his hips. “Shit. Shit. Shit! Fuck! There!’ you squeal as he hits your g-spot with each powerful thrust. “I-I’m so close! I-I, nnghhh Bi-Han!” you scream as you clench down around the alleged cryomancer’s rock-hard dick cumming hard. Your head drops to the side as your tongue lolls to the side, saliva dripping down your cheek as the waves of pleasure override your entire body. You whine and whimper as the pleasure won’t let up and you grip the well-muscled body atop you hard, your nails digging into the rock-hard flesh as you try and quiet your body. He lets you ride out your orgasm, your fluttering walls milking his cock for all its worth before pulling out, his breath labored as you hear him grasping his cock. You can just imagine the sight before you, Bi-Han’s gorgeous body hunched in anticipation, each one of his beautiful muscles tensed as he strokes his huge cock. There’s a choked-off noise and it makes you pause a moment, Bi-Han usually controls himself so well. You don’t stop to think about it long though as your tits are painted a beautiful white with his release. The cold, vicious liquid coating your full breasts in erratic spatters causing you to gasp and moan in satisfaction.

They give you only a moment to recover as you’re filled again and the slow, deep thrusts fill you once again. You arch your back and curl your toes as he rocks into your oversensitive body. “Mmm Sy, ahhh yes, ohh so good,” you praise him, each thrust can’t help but have you seeing stars, even though you had just cum, your body trembles, the cold becoming more and more overwhelming with each thrust. You can only assume Bi-Han must still be very close by, probably pressing lazy kisses to the back of the Saurian’s neck as he watches Reptile fuck you. You can hear soft groans and hisses of satisfaction above you, his hips start to falter as cold fingers find you clit and circle it in time with his powerful thrusts. Your whole body jerks from the frigid sensation, you let out a high pitch keen as you cum again, harder, more violently this time, your entire body chilled from the inside out. Your pussy squeezes desperately around his huge cock, trying to pull him deeper inside you as you tremble and thrash below him. You claw helplessly at the body above you, desperately trying to ground yourself as you come down from your high. You’re reduced to a shivering mess until you finally hear a low growl and feel yourself being filled to the brim with thick ropes of cum. The sensation sending full-body shivers through your body as you revel in the satisfaction of bringing your partner to completion.

“You’re shit at this game,” Bi-Han chastises as he peers down at you as the blindfold is finally lifted, binds cut and you see the cryomancer still buried inside of you.

You flush in embarrassment and sheepishly squeak out, “Best two out of three?”

Syzoth chuckles behind you, wrapped in several blankets at this point, his lips tinged with a blueish hue. “In sunshine’s defense we did do our best to lower my body temperature as far as I could stand. I did to my best Bi-Han impression too.” Syzoth makes a few low grunts and growls as if trying to sell his impressive acting skills.

“You two cheated! It’s hardly my fault when you act like each other to throw me off,” you huff indignantly, kicking at the cryomancer, suddenly cross with your lovers for playing such an unfair trick on you.

Bi-Han just chuckles as he finally pulls out of your spent cunt, his deep voice echoing in the stone chambers, “you’re still shit at this game whether or not we ‘cheated’, how could you not feel the difference?” Bi-Han asks with a smug grin and you know he’s implying how you didn’t notice their size difference.

“You assholes had me so worked up I didn’t give a shit what dick I had in me, I was just happy to have one in me!” You hurl a pillow at Bi-Han and pout.

Syzoth curls himself up around you in an attempt to make peace, “I’m sorry we cheated sunshine, it was Bi-Han’s idea, you know I wouldn’t do that to you.” He gives you an apologetic peck before wrapping you up in his blanket nest.

“Ugh, don’t give me that look, I can’t stay mad at you when you do,” you sigh and stroke his hair lovingly melting into his still chilled embrace.

“I’m not sorry, my ego is hurt, you couldn’t tell Bi-Han Jr. from Syzoth Jr.” Bi-Han sulks and flops on the bed next to the two of you, his hair a disheveled mess.

“You’re ridiculous Polar Bear,” you just roll your eyes and attempt to ignore the cryomancer and his hurt feelings. “Next time I promise I will pay more attention to Bi-Han Jr.” You roll your eyes again as you attempt to placate the cryomancer.

He yawns loudly, “you better,” he snuggles closer to the two of you, throwing one of his beautifully muscled arms across the two of you.

You snuggle comfortably against Syzoth’s well-defined chest, head pressed happily against his bulging pecs as his body temperature gradually warms up to meet your own. You sigh contently as you wrap your arms around the Saurian, your body worn out from the wicked game your lovers played with you earlier. You drift in and out of sleep as you try and think of a way to get revenge on the two of them for this, but for now, you can just appreciate the dull ache in between your thighs as you finally fall into a contented sleep.

[leifygreeens]

"you said a while back that Elliott isn't "vanilla by any means, but that's a story for another time"....... your requests are open........ is it another time now please? 👀 xoxo @unabashedly-so"

I tried posting this once before but tumblr said “we’re gonna block this from everyone and make it impossible to find haha.” So I’m reposting it and hoping this works lmfao. Anyway, Elliott is a kinky man and we all know it. Here are a few of my own thoughts on how he navigates playtime, per Bash’s request. Thank you! <3

Warnings: Temp play, false modesty, tickling, blindfolds, improper(?) use of mirrors, pomegranates, and ropes. Enjoy! ;)

Elliott likes temperature play >:)

Would stick an ice cube in his mouth and kiss all over your skin, and would absolutely pass the fuck away if you did the same for him

He’d burn candles that turn into lotion that’s wonderfully hydrating AND smells delicious

And spend twenty minutes at LEAST rubbing it in until you’re all sleepy and content

Sometimes that shit doesn’t even lead to sex, and he takes absolutely no issue with that at all

Likes tying you up

Prefers using pretty colored rope (deep red is his favorite) to tie you up with, and sometimes he doesn’t even want to touch you afterward, he just wants to look at you

Something about the pretty intricate knots swirling over your skin does something to his brain

But he’s weak for you, so begging usually works to get him riled up, and he’ll touch you eventually

He adores it when you indulge him, though

And it also helps him in other ways, too

It’s great for when he has some nasty writer’s block

Working on something as methodical as shibari knots gets his brain rumbling and allows him to go back to his writing desk with a fresh perspective

Also fruit kink. Specifically with pomegranates

Similarly to the ice cube thought, but also not

He would squeeze a pomegranate over you and watch the juice drip onto your skin, staining it temporarily, and then he’d lick it right up, because Elliott always cleans up his messes

A few of his own shirts have been stained purple permanently by his fruit kink and his burning desire to make love to you while you’re wearing them

He won’t even unbutton them or anything, especially because he thinks false modesty is hot

Think backless dresses, poet shirts that show off too much clavicle, or god forbid SHEER clothing where he can barely see the outline of your body when you stand just right in the sun?

This man will literally pass away and it will be all your fault babe

Have I mentioned that he likes tickling?

You can fight me on this but I fucking swear he likes it

If you’re riding him, do me a favor and tickle his stomach, just beneath his belly button

You’ll make him come in like five seconds flat so definitely don’t do it unless that’s your goal

But yeah. Tickle him. He fucking loves that shit.

Also blindfolds. Blindfolds are so hot to him.

He’s fine being blindfolded, adores it, but seeing your reactions and how you’re completely blindsided by every touch is just.

HNNNNGGFGF he’ll cry

Mirror sex besties

He thinks you’re so gorgeous and will get so fucking sad if you don’t watch yourself while he has his way with you

Please indulge this man. He just wants you to see yourself from his point of view :(

[writingwhimsey]

Becoming Comtesse Ch. 19

Chapter 19

It was the day after Comte and Colette had returned from their honeymoon. While they had been away, Comte’s mail had piled up. Plenty of mail was now addressed to both Comte and Colette. People who had been unable to make it to their wedding from Parisian high society, had sent cards and well wishes and gifts for the couple. And now once word got out they had returned, there were going to be plenty of invitations to parties.

Colette had her own mail waiting for her, from her family back in England…which it was really mostly her mother. They were currently sitting in his office together, reading their mail.

“How many letters has your mother written?” Comte asked.

“One a day.” She answered with a laugh. “There’s also some in here from my younger sister, Edith.” She wore a warm smile on her face as she sat relaxed with her bare feet propped up, wearing a cute flowy relaxed dress in a pale blue color.

Comte enjoyed that she was so comfortable and looked so at ease and at peace with him. “How are they?” He asked.

“Good. Mother really wants to know how you are doing. She also asked after Isaac. I think she really liked him.” 

Comte chuckled. “Poor Isaac didn’t seem to know what to do that night.”

“She has a tendency to mother just about anyone.” Colette replied.

Comte chuckled. “She’s a kind and caring woman. Which makes perfect sense how you turned out so wonderfully.”

Colette smiled, her cheeks reddening. “You might just be biased.”

Comte grinned. “Perhaps, but I believe I’m allowed to be when it comes to you, mon amour.”

“I suppose you can be.” She replied, grinning right back.

Gods she looked so beautiful and Comte wanted to devour her right there. Perhaps he had gotten a little too addicted to their alone time on their honeymoon and how it had allowed him to indulge in her so much. And how giving she had been with him?!

“You look like you’re thinking something…naughty over there.” Colette teased.

Comte chuckled. “Hmm, am I so obvious?”

“I think maybe I have just come to recognize that look in your eyes.” She answered. “I can feel the heat in your gaze.”

“Even from all the way over there?” Comte asked, scooting back in his chair and holding his arms open in invitation.

Colette grinned as she set her letters aside and stood up, walking over to sit down in his lap. Comte instantly wrapped his arms around her waist as her arms came around his neck. “Hmm, it is even warmer up close.” She murmured before leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

Comte instantly felt greedy, pulling her closer as his tongue teased her lips open. She was so open to him. Eagerly responding to his advances. His hands began to roam over her body, feeling her curves through her dress. Just as their steamy makeout session was getting going, there was a knock on the door and Sebastian was coming in, bringing their afternoon tea as well as a new stack of letters.

“Pardon me for the interruption, Comte, Comtesse.” Sebastian said with a polite bow. “I’ll just leave this here and get out of your hair.”

Comte cleared his throat while Colette wore a nervous smile, her cheeks reddening at having been caught. Sebastian for his part, seemed unphased and just set the tray with the tea down on the table and the letters on the desk before leaving. He also locked the door behind him on the way out.

Comte lifted a hand to Colette’s chin, bringing her gaze back to him. “Now, where were we, my darling?”

She giggled, despite her red cheeks. “I believe we were about here, my love.” She replied, leaning in and pressing her lips to his even as he hands moved to undo his tie.

Comte smiled into the kiss, his own hands moving to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. They could always get back to their mail later.

A couple days later…

Comte was catching up with Leonardo, the pair standing on the balcony overlooking the garden. Colette had gone down to get some fresh air and do some reading, sitting on the gazebo.

“You really are looking quite happy.” Leonardo observed as he lit one of his cigarillos.

“I am.” Comte replied.

“So, how exactly did you go about telling her?”

“I hate to admit it, but I’m not the one who told her.” Comte answered.

“Amelie couldn’t help herself, huh?”

“No. Her heart was in the right place.” Comte answered. “She was only concerned for Colette.”

“So, you didn’t fire her then.” Leonardo said with a chuckle.

“No…I ended up giving her a salary increase actually.” Comte admitted. “Once Colette found out, instead of running in fear or hiding, she came to talk to me about it.”

“Take it things went really well then?”

Comte chuckled. “Yes. I was able to talk to her about that night thirteen years ago. She’d been remembering bits and pieces in dreams before…and then before I could stop myself, I confessed my love for her and begged her forgiveness for it all.”

“What’d she say?”

“She told me I was asking for forgiveness for the wrong thing.”

“Oh? What sin did she believe you committed?” Leonardo asked.

“For waiting thirteen years.”

Leonardo laughed. “She truly is a special one.”

“Very special.” Comte agreed. “Even after that, she had questions about being a vampire. Basically wanting to separate myth from fact.”

“As anyone would.” Leonardo replied. “But seriously, she had no concerns?”

Abel shook his head. Then he laughed as he recalled one of the many questions Colette had asked him. “Well, she did have one concern.”

Leonardo lifted a brow. “Judging from the way you’re laughing, I don’t think it was one you expected.”

“She wanted to know if the myth about garlic was true.” Comte replied, still laughing. “Her exact words were, Wait, is the thing about garlic true? Can it really hurt you? Because I really love garlic, but I’ll give it up if I have to.”

Leonardo let out a big belly laugh at that. “Of course that would be her concern. What did you tell her?”

“I’m ashamed to admit it, but I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her a bit.” Comte admitted. “I told her that she could have garlic, but it would take days before she could kiss me again.”

Leonardo chuckled. “How long before you caved in and told her the truth?”

Comte chuckled. “Not long.” He admitted. “She looked so crestfallen at the thought I couldn’t let her believe that she would have to give up one of her most favorite things to keep enjoying one of her new favorite things.”

“You enjoyed knowing that she would rather give up garlic than not kiss you though, didn’t you? Greedy Comte.” Leonardo teased.

“What man wouldn’t enjoy knowing that?” Comte replied. His eyes were warm as he looked out at the garden, seeing Colette sitting at the gazebo, relaxed as she sat there reading. Some of the other mansion residents weren’t far from her. She seemed to fit in seamlessly in the little family Comte had created.

Vincent and Isaac had especially taken a liking to her. Mozart would actually talk with her. And on occasion, Jean even did as well. Theo took to teasing her and so did Arhur… though Comte didn’t always appreciate the manner in which Arthur teased her. Of course, Colette would instantly shut him down by telling him he reminded her of one of her little brothers.

“She fits in pretty well around here, too.” Leonardo said, echoing Comte’s thoughts.

“She truly does.” Comte replied. “I know it sounds cliche…but I am starting to feel almost as if she were made to be here.”

“The question is…you gonna turn her?” Leonardo asked.

“Someday.” Comte answered. “She…she already told me she wanted me to.”

“And you didn’t jump at the chance?”

“I want to give her more time.” Comte answered. “And…I didn’t want to make the decision impulsively.”

“That why you’ve been drinking more?” Leonardo asked.

“Partially.” Comte answered. “You know how strong the bloodlust can get.”

“Especially when you love someone.” Leonardo agreed.

Comte nodded. “One day I’m liable to lose control and not give her the time she deserves…bite her before she’s had a chance to truly grasp this decision.”

“You’ve got more control than most anyone I know…other than myself, of course.” Leonardo replied with a smile.

Comte chuckled. “I fear when it comes to my dear wife, I have very little self control… and she indulges me far too much.”

“Pretty sure she indulges you ‘cuz she wants to.” Leonardo replied. “She’s completely different from how she was before the wedding. Think she’s quite happy with you, Comte.”

“I hope to always keep her happy.” Comte replied. He’d never loved anyone the way he loved Colette and he wanted to be sure she always knew that and was happy and content in their life together.

Taglist:

@zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86

@otomewonderland @lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady

@obeymetalesandikemen @leiaglamela @fang-and-feather @eventinelysplayground @chirp-a-chirp

[hannahhook7744]

Tomorrow, It's Claudine's Birthday.

Summary: Ivy de Vil just wants her girlfriend to have a good birthday for once.

Ship: Ivy de Vil x Claudine Frollo.

Trigger Warnings: mentioned patricide, swearing, yelling, unhealthy coping mechanisms, implied child abuse, childhood trauma, etc.

Happy birthday @panthera-tigris-venenata .

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“DIEGO ETHAN RAMIREZ-DE VIL, I SWEAR TO HADES IF YOU DROP THAT CAKE I WILL FEED YOU TO TIK-TOCK!” Ivy threatened, leaning over the second floor railing of Hell Hall.

“Fuck off, I'm not gonna drop it!” Diego flipped her off awkwardly, doing his best to support the birthday cake that looked more like Auradon's Idea of a wedding cake (one of Anastasia’s children had owed Ivy a very, very, very big favor, apparently).

“Ives, calm down. If you feed Diego to the crocs, there won't be any music at the party.” Hunter—the oldest cousin and involuntary peacemaker he was—sighed from where he was hanging up the banner Ivy herself had made with the help of Claudine's younger half sister, Gigi Gothel.

“I can always do it after.” Ivy rolled her eyes, trying not to let on just how stressed out she was.

“Now I know to play badly if I drop the cake!”

“Shut up Diego!”

“I'll shut up when you calm down.”

“I'll calm down when everything is perfect. ”

And when exactly will that be?” Hunter and Diego asked in sync looking very done with her. Unfortunately for them, Ivy was just as done with them as they were with her.

“When Harry B gets here with the gift he promised to help me get!” She stomped her foot, turning red with fury. “Preferably before Claudine shows up!”

It had been bugging her all day—the idea that Harry Badun wouldn't show up on time or that he wouldn't allow that stupid conscience of his to do what she required. Even if it was a small request by de Vil standards.

Everything else she had managed to make perfect.

There were games she knew Claudine would like and wouldn't feel too guilty playing.

There were foods she liked and not a crepe insight.

Frollo's Creperie was rigged to blow thanks to a favor Carlos owed her.

All her friends were there.

The decorations were perfect and well crafted (in her opinion) and Cruella was away at the spa without a care in the world regarding what the teenagers under her care and not where doing while she was gone.

She'd even set up a room for Claudine there so that girlfriend could indulge in all of the passions she had had to suppress because of her bastardy hellion of a father (who, thanks to her wonderfully broken angel, was no longer a problem).

“Do I even wanna know what you asked my reckless cousin to ‘procure’ for your girlfriend?” Jace asked warily, looking exhausted as he carried in some of the presents the guests had brought. Looking ready to throw himself off the docks.

Ivy didn't answer because honestly, she didn't have the energy to and she also didn’t know how the other vk would react to the knowledge of what exactly his cousin would be getting her. With his ‘icky’ morals, who knew how the detective would react.

“I'm gonna take that as a no.”

Diego snorted. “Probably a smart idea, knuckles.”

“I told you not to call me that!”

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Wholesome Halloween || A Year One Drabble

In a scriddler themed discord server I take part in, we all decided to do a halloween-themed art and fanfic exchange. What follows below is my fic and wonderfully amazing art by @tromroan

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The trees are starting to change colors in Arlen Georgia, and that means two things. For one, it's autumn---and Arlen's autumn is lovely, albeit a bit of a barren wasteland where few live. And two, it means spooky season is now cloaking the small settlement's children with delightful visions of candy and costumes.

But, for one child--this is not so. That child name is Jonathan Crane and he lives with his Great Grandmother in what once was a luxurious manor on the outskirts of town. Today though, the building is falling apart at the shingles and it leaks when it rains. It is not a happy life, for a myriad of reasons.

And all Jonathan knows is that this time of year is full of forbidden delights. He is not allowed to go out and trek the neighborhoods for candy. He can't even pray for it, and you pray a lot on this town. There is no dressing up either, that's devil worship according to Great Granny.

However, this year is going to be different. This year, he wants to disobey Great Granny. Jonathan thinks deserves candy and fun. Just like all the other kids. For years this child went without. Without dessert, without new clothes, without allowance. Just once, he needs to be a kid--before it's too late for that sort of play.

So, a plan was hatched. This is a boy of science and literature. He is smarter than he looks. Jonathan plans to sneak out after dark, once all his daily chores. As for Great Granny? Every night she has a bed wine, something to calm her heart. That night, the wine would be tainted. Poisoned even. The clever cocktail would knock her out quickly enough, giving Jonathan chance to escape. And wouldn't you know? It works. His plans always work.

All hallows eve is here. Great Granny is fast asleep well before bedtime and won't be waking up till the next morning. Jonathan decided before hand what he wanted his costume to be. He is going as his namesake--the very thing no other child would expect, as it is far too obvious. A Scarecrow. With some burlap from the backyard barn and some old sheets -- he made for a fine Scarecrow.

Jonathan had a pillowcase to candy, and a flashlight to keep him safe. It was going to be a wonderful night. First and foremost he had to stop at the Arlen penny store, of which his giving away small treats to every kid who stops by. The cloaked Scarecrow was greed with some sugar sticks and a small chocolate coin. Next, the one lone neighborhood with a little less than a dozen houses. He went door to door, alluding any bullies as most children were too focused on chocolate to care who was under the mask. For each house he visits, he is is gifted with a small handful of goodies. He can't believe his eyes as they grab a handful from a plastic bowl and shove it into his pillowcase. That is a lot of sweets--all for me, he thinks.

Finally, after the last homestead is looted--Jonathan remembers the one wealthy family in town and that they are giving out full sized bars at the schoolhouse. Realizing now how dark it was, he was not going to miss out on a big bar of chocolate so with all the strength in his lanky limbs, he rushes to the school.

Thankfully he arrives just in time, and the kind family hands him their last chocolate bar. What luck! Jonathan is ecstatic about his haul and with the biggest grin under his burlap facade, he heads home.

With Great Granny tucked in her bed, out like a light, Jonathan sneaks into the backdoor on the far end of the manor. Over time, he's learned the best sneaking techniques, and how to tip toe without a mouse's squeak of the floorboards. Slow and steady he walks up the stairs to his attic bedroom.

With too much candy to eat in one night, Jonathan indulges himself in just three pieces of candy, that--and the full sized chocolate bar. Boy, it tastes heavenly. His first real dessert. It's a taste he won't ever forget. And as for the rest of the sweets? Diligently hidden under the wood floors, even more so out of sight, as that particular wooden board lies beneath a bookshelf.

He can rest easy tonight, with a belly full of sugary delight. This was to be his only halloween as a child, for not a year later---his life would change forever.

[danwhobrowses]

Well fellow Callowmoores, it's almost 2024 and that will potentially be the year we see endgame of Campaign 3 - given how we've returned to the Bloody Bridge and likely intend to throw down on Ruidus and fight Predathos (somehow). Nevertheless, we're about halfway through our three week wait for another episode and since we're on the verge of intense and emotionally-charged battles ahead there'll probably be little time for romantic activity - little does not mean none, mind you - during it. Last time we had a wait like this I did a post on some underrated Callowmoore moments from the Shard Incident episodes, but since others have already wonderfully dissected the recent Feywild episodes' romantic moments I'm afraid I don't have much else to add to that. I do, however, have a bunch of mental scenarios that didn't come to be, or have yet to come to be in different contexts to how I previously thought them up. So I thought; it's the new year, why not indulge the artists and fanfic writers who can do a better job than I can with it?

So if you like some of these things, treat it as a free prompt; draw, write, flourish however you see fit, and have a Happy New Year!

If you kept reading after that awesome, I was a little worried the main thing would be a tldr situation, and still could be I didn't expect the bullets to be as long...they were actually even longer at first so not sorry but also sorry? I guess. But anyway, we know what you're here for so let's go.

Note: The scenarios were devised to keep me from suffering crippling doubt and mental shutdown between episodes so mostly they'll be fluffy and comfort-oriented than angsty.

As mentioned before, Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll Laudna made to practice talking to Ashton, building up to it or luring Ashton over. Ashton's awareness of the pickpocketing can grow too or they could simply allow it from the get-go "I let her take whatever she wants."

Dancing, low-hanging fruit maybe but always good for chaos, awkwardness, wingman activity, and high energy, but I'm talking folk dancing like in Titanic not ballroom dancing, that's not their or the Feywild's style

"I'll be the judge of that." specifically for when Ashton feels they're unlovable or doesn't deserve to be loved. There's also "Then I guess I'm crazy." and "You've always deserved it."

Pickpocketing one another has been their game, but I can't deny that the thought of Ashton making something for Fearne was highly appealing too, I had them make a bracelet from melted down jewelry and gems they had on them (plus a compartment with an Oleander seed and some water from the Feywild in it), imperfectly made but sturdy and still pretty. Bonus for Ashton reverse pickpocketing it onto her.

"You've always been perfect to me" is another one I mentioned before, I usually have Ashton say it (and sometimes post-Fearne taking the shard reiterate that Fearne keeps becoming more perfect in their eyes) but it can go either way.

Sleeping beside each other's a common one. Not even sexually, often it's for comfort, soothing pain/nightmares or reassuring each other, and - if Fearne hasn't disappeared beforehand leaving Ashton waking up feeling a comforting presence missing - usually not wanting to get out of bed the following morning.

Similar to the above is short rests in close quarters, a specific one is Ashton using their primordial earth powers to pull up a discrete wall for the group to hide behind and rest a little, melding into the actual wall to offer a polymorphed Fearne (a small fire lizard usually, sticking on Orym and Ashton's heads) more space so she can rest too, albeit very snugly and pressed against them - easy opening for kisses under the jawline btw.

Metaphorical but Ashton's reassurance of "You could never hurt me" regarding Fearne's primordial fire was used a bit, plus it aligns with the recent "I'll take my fire damage now" when they hugged Fearne.

Fearne being open to Ashton about her fears of being the dark version of herself, bonus quote "I don't know that person, she's not you, never will be, you're better."

Fearne pulling the Uno Reverse "The shard hurt, but knowing you were there made it hurt much less." and/or "Thank you for saving me."

Also similar to the one above are conversations post-Fearne taking the shard exploring newfound empathy for each other's (albeit more extreme) positions at Whitestone; Fearne experiencing the intensity of the shard's fire, and Ashton experiencing the dread of seeing Fearne in pain from it and being afraid to lose her.

"Whatever happens, promise you'll come back to me" is a pertinent one for the current setting too.

What is that? 1, 2...12! One for each month, there's of course more, some are simple low-hanging fruit or more detailed (no seriously I trimmed a lot of these bullet points down in detail) but for the sake of length we'll stop here. Once again, Happy New Year my fellow Critters and Callowmoores!

[tavyliasin]

ATG 10 - Cat? Claw

In which the master of the house comes home.

Pairing: Haarlep/Tav /Raphael SPICE Rating: 5/5 - this is my peak, loves. Content Warnings:  Sex, BDSM, Power Play, group sex, voyeurism,   

Spoilers Act 3, House of Hope Canon Compliance Canon Is....boring. There's very little hint of canon here, it's purely indulgent. Other Notes (from the original release) I don't have more for now it's just a continuation of 9 and I let all my hinges go for you darlings it's out there now and I'm in my smuttiest era.

Post release note - mmhmm well indeed, my era continued from here, I'm still loving it~ Thanks, Past Lia, you did wonderfully~

Song/Mood Move Your Body by My Darkest Days "The two of us will fuel this fire No way in hell we're slowing down tonight Then just for fun take your tongue and run it over my lip And gotta love the way she does it for the hell of it We're in positions that most people only say they know. You got your hand on a landmine, ready to blow But the devil can hear you when you say... C'mon and get up (get up), move your body Use your body, lose control. Rub it right up, against my body Use my body, make it yours."

----- FULL CHAPTER BELOW THE CUT -----

Raphael frowned across the table. This should have been an easy contract to make, a simple soul wanting to save his business making shoes or watches or… Raphael did not care. It didn’t matter. It was a simple thing to grant a little talent, to pull a few strings and manipulate the world to turn in favour of his designs. Just as easy, too, to pull it all away again should the debtor refuse to hold up their end of the bargain.

Today, however, his mind was being intruded by unwelcome thoughts. Across the planes, a heat kept prickling his skin. Even in his human guise, he felt moments of sensation in the place his tail would be. Haarlep. He allowed his personal incubus their proper name only in his thoughts for now. They enjoyed it too much if he spoke it aloud in their presence, so he withheld it from them as their prize for doing a good job. The kind of good job that he was thinking about now instead of whatever this peasant was rambling on about.

He cursed under his breath as his knee struck the table, another reaction to whatever Haarlep was doing with his body at home. For hells’ sake, wench, can you not wait until I return? Even his thoughts were laced with the venom he was preparing to unleash on the unruly incubus. There was an agreement about when and where they were allowed to use him and today was not on the agenda.

“Yes, yes, everything you want will be yours in short order, Korilla will fill you in on the details. Now, if you will excuse me I have other business to attend to.” He stood without waiting for the peasant’s reply, barely registering the look of perplexed frustration glaring daggers at his back as he stepped out of the dusty little shop. It didn’t take long for him to reach the brothel, quickened steps threatening to break the wood of the staircase as he swept into the room he kept for more important deals and cast open the portal.

Stepping through the shimmering magic and into Avernus in an instant, Raphael absent mindedly licked his lips, the hint of heat there was about to make a lot more sense.

In front of him, he could see that mirrored image of his own back, wings spread wide and shielding him from seeing the full scene.

“Well, well, well,” the master of the house spoke with a practiced air of calm irritation, “I don’t believe we had any scheduled guests today. And what, or rather who, the FUCK do you think you are doing, Harlot?” He spat out the greeting, the calm slipping away word by word. He was just about ready to dispatch whoever it was who had the audacity to lay in his bed, using his personal incubus. The very same who now folded their wings and turned to face him, fingers still buried deep in the body that lay bound on the bed, arms back, legs open, on full display and not even looking in his direction.

“Little Mouse?-”

---

Tav couldn’t hear anything that was going on around her. Her entire mind and body had given over to Haarlep’s control, and gods did it feel so good. Even now their tongue had ceased lavishing its lies of affection, the ground itself warping beneath her with the intensity of pleasure that pulsed through her, she barely noticed the emptiness it left. Fingers were still slowly, methodically teasing out the core of her desire…but the heat within her was spiralling out of control. Dangerously. But perhaps not as dangerous as the wave of rage that washed through the room with the presence she was incapable of noticing.

---

Haarlep stared defiantly back at the intruder. Well, intruder wouldn’t be quite right, this was his house, but he was not the master in this room. But with their guest upon the bed, appearances could be a problem. “She doesn’t know you’re here, not yet.” They warned, idly licking the still heated taste of her from their lips, fingers continuing their work. “Luckily for you, she’s enthralled. Unluckily for her, she took a little too much of a taste of my saliva.” “I do not recall giving you permission to play with my toys.” Raphael stood still, arms folded, though his eyes kept drifting to Tav’s writhing body and away from the incubus’s amused smirk. “I certainly did not give you permission to break them.” “Well then Archduke, might I humbly suggest that the master of the house deal with his own problems?” Haarlep stared defiantly, reaching down to touch themselves in just the way that Raphael would feel it. “If she isn’t sated, that fun little mind might just burn to a crisp.” The cambion stood, unmoving, still in his human form. “Enthralled, you said?” “Yes. Entirely. All she can feel,” they punctuated their point by drawing another moan from her throat. Raphael swallowed involuntarily. “All she can see, hear, is me. Of course it would be the matter of a moment to release her attentions-”

“No.” He replied far too quickly. “No…” Much slower that time, drawing it out as he stroked his chin in idle thought. “Not yet. As you seem to have been enjoying yourself so far, perhaps you should continue whilst you explain exactly how this came about. I shall decide what to do based on your answers.” Haarlep might have been surprised by the shift from Raphael’s usual combative tone, but they knew him far too well. He was calculating, intrigued, and the possibilities were delighting Haarlep no end. They didn’t have any need to fear the wrath of the master of the house, they knew exactly how many lines they could cross without his ire burning them like so many foolish debtors. No, with a new player on the board the game had only changed. They weren’t sure whether to pity or envy the writhing elf, moans increasing as they pressed a thumb precisely where it was needed to draw tiny circles around oversensitive nerves. Oh she was going to prove to be quite the banquet, they might even feel sated for a full week after this.

They quietly observed Raphael, who simply reclined himself in a lavish armchair facing the bed. Ah, so that’s how he wants to play it, they mused. “So, your permission? Nicely, or I might change my mind and make you do all the work.” “Fine, Haarlep, you may have her at your leisure. She did ask for it, did she not?” Raphael was feeling unseasonably generous. This could work in his favour after all, and he didn’t even mind watching the incubus’s wings fluttering in delight at hearing their proper name. The bitch might just earn it. “So very generous of you to give me exactly what you want~” Haarlep gave him just the slightest hint of a wink as they finally stopped working their fingers inside Tav. She lay there breathless, skin flush with heat and longing, not quite able to form words yet. Haarlep looked the master of the house directly in the eye now, licking the flavours from their fingers with well practiced seduction, sliding their other hand inside the lower part of the harness and gripping tightly.

Naturally, Raphael’s bond was stronger when they were in the room together. Instead of the fleeting whisper of feeling, he could now feel the clawed talons gripping him, taste the hint of the Little Mouse’s lust on the tip of his tongue- “Do not leave her long, now. Break her, and I assure you that you will regret it.” “As you wish~” Their reply was playful, but they felt the weight of the threat. “She seemed disappointed that I wasn’t you, you know. But she was more than willing, for all of this, just to learn a few petty little secrets .” They bent down between Tav’s still bound legs, gripping her hip with one hand whilst the other worked themselves - and by extension, Raphael - thrusting their tongue inside to savour every shudder of pleasure they could wring from their new favourite plaything.

“And you kept your mouth shut?” Still in his human form, he began to loosen the fine silks that were beginning to feel like a noose. His ears burned as a low wail reverberated through the room, the almost pitiable mortal writing and shaking as another climax was coaxed from her burning body. Haarlep raised their head slowly, allowing their horns to rake a path along Tav’s inner thighs. “I was not born last century, Archduke. ” They pressed their own clawed nails into themselves, barely registering the pain as Raphael hissed between clenched teeth. “Now do enjoy the show, won’t you?” ---

Tav’s head was spinning. All she could see before her was the sea of flame red skin taut over rippling muscles, wide wings spread above her, wicked horns and hair that was still somehow completely smoothed. They had been looking…somewhere…saying something.. None of it had registered over the waves of aftershock still coursing through her entire being. If it weren’t for the vines still holding her tightly in place, she was almost certain she would have ascended through the ceiling itself some time ago.  

Haarlep bent over her now, gripping her chin and forcing her to look directly into their eyes. The whole plane seemed to be consumed in their gaze, their voice travelling directly from her ears to somewhere far lower. “Found your voice again yet, Little Rat? I told you when we began, you would have use of my name. Tell me, clearly now. What do you want?” Her voice was hoarse, but she forced her tongue and lips to form the words of her desires. “I want you, Haarlep.” Their wings shuddered an approval, drawing a slightly frustrated sigh from somewhere on the other side of the room. A noise that had no chance of reaching Tav’s ears as Haarlep tightened their grip on her chin. “Oh I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that, Rat. You want me to what ?”

“I want you,” she rasped, “to fuck me. Ruin me. I can’t…” Her voice left her, as her desperate eyes sought approval, confirmation, reassurance that she would get what she needed . “Good, little rat, good. You are doing so very well~” They spoke to her, through her, with a voice dripping with seductive approval. They had her exactly how they wanted her. Helpless, desperate, yearning and oh how they did love to taste it all. They breathed deeply, drinking it in like the finest of wines. But they would not ignore a plea, not when she had begged so beautifully for them.

Raphael watched silently, attention completely captured by the sight further unfolding. Haarlep removed their harness with a wave of their hand, magic was always so much easier than wasting time on buckles. He respected that, even as he sat with his shirt half open, focused entirely on every move his perfect living mirror made. They knew how to seduce him, and watching it work on the Little Mouse, well that was new, it was enticing. Usually the fiend simply concealed himself in another part of the room, reading a book and lazily allowing the sensations to pass over him and through him without getting involved. His invited guests got what they wanted, sex with his body, but he didn’t have to bother with any of the effort or showmanship. Haarlep provided all of that, and fed on the energy they made. A fine contract. But this was not a time he was content to sit back and ignore the proceedings. No, seeing Haarlep running his hands - no, their hands - across the Mouse’s body, drawing forth gasps and moans as they teased her, pressing against her but denying her the satisfaction of entering her until she was almost completely broken. Watching her struggle against the vines that held her, even as Haarlep’s first thrust filled her entirely with his - no, their… The line between his own body and the copy that filled his senses with the experience he should have only been witness to, that line was fast becoming a blur. This was…different. The feeling of being utterly filled by Haarlep whilst the echoes of his own muscles tightened around him was not the same as only having the phantom of her gripping, squeezing, the lewd sounds of her ragged breath and desperate whimpering only making him more…more what? I’m not fucking jealous, I don’t want-

---

Tav rolled her head back as another orgasm swept through her. She didn’t know how long they’d been here, she barely remembered how she even got here, if someone asked her name she would likely get it wrong . But, gods, it did not matter. Not now. 

Above her, Haarlep was relentless. Changing their rhythm every time she thought she was used to the pressure, the friction of hard ridges stimulating nerves she didn’t even know she had. Their voice filled her ears with praise, assurances, everything she didn’t know she wanted to hear as the sound shuddered through her body directly to her core. Tav lit up again, the fire rising, swelling, and bursting in a wave of ecstasy. She strained against the vines, writing for more friction as she rode out the orgasm for the…well she had no idea how many it had been now, she was the beach and their waves kept crashing over her time after time after glorious fucking time. The last corner of her mind clinging desperately to reason, was screaming danger , yelling into the eye of the storm that giving over any further would mean certain death, crying out for a saviour to pull her from the depths of bliss before it swallowed her whole.

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“Enough.” Raphael stood beside the bed, unsure of how his feet had carried him there, but completely certain of his command. “She isn’t done, you know.” Haarlep tilted their head towards the still all-too-human for their liking Raphael. “Should I release her?”

“Not yet.” He made a swift gesture and an aura of darkness surrounded them. Only the fiend and his incubus could see through the magic, see how Tav blinked in the dark, pulling harder to reach where she last knew Haarlep to be. “Now.” Haarlep released their concentration, allowing the effects of the Enthrall to fade away. Had the darkness not been cast, she would’ve been able to see the look that passed between the devils above her, the silent mouthing of words, the nod of understanding.

---

Tav heard the voice again, breath hot and close to her ear. “Do you want more, Little Mouse?” There was no touch, only sound, and it did nothing to ease the burning ache of need.

“P..please…” Only a single word left her lips, not a thought behind it, not even realising her nickname had changed.

“All our Little Thief wants to do is take .” The sound from the other side, Tav turned her head in vain trying to reach the source. “Then it is about time for the Mouse to take the bait .” She turned again, confused, wanting, unable to untangle her lust enough to see the truth. The next time the voice… voices spoke, it was in an infernal stereo, the heat from two sets of lips burning at her ears and finally bringing her to a very distinct realisation. “We will end your delicious suffering, soon.”

Tav’s mind damn near folded in half as she felt not 2 but 4 hands seeking every oversensitive nerve in her tormented body. It didn’t matter that she had been completely caught in the trap, found in a room she didn’t belong, because the owner of that room had stepped out of her wildest dreams and into shudderingly vivid reality. She wished she could see, but she could tell by the difference in their fingertips that Raphael was still in his human form. Cherries, she could smell them now as lips pressed to her throat. Greedy, messy, devouring. Cinnamon still drifted through the air from Haarlep too, though it seemed they had moved to her legs, alternating between massaging her muscles and digging their claws in to draw blood. Pleasure and pain, everything they had promised, with the greed of the house’s master- Between their ministrations she could hear moments of bickering, instructions passing to and fro accompanied by insults. By the time they release her from the vines that held her, she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to reach out for. But it was human lips that stole a passionate and needy kiss, while his hand took a firm grip around her throat. Tav nearly choked on the tongue that seemed to want to draw her soul out with pure avarice, but she held on, following where she was lead as the pair pulled her up to her knees only to press her back down on to all fours. “Go on, behind, at the back where you belong. You will work for what you want, whether you like it or not.” One voice snapped, a clear command but hard to make sense of who exactly it came from when they shared the same intonations.  But the order was not for Tav, it was for… Well that was surprising. Cherry scent gave way to cinnamon, clawed hands caressed her neck, lifting her chin.

Haarlep’s thumb pressed on her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth for them, just as she felt the vines coil around her body once more. This time her wrists were held firm, with the vines reaching further up to help her arms support her weight. Her legs, however, were not bound alone. She felt the heat of bare skin, the pressure of him behind her, his knees between her own where she knelt on all fours. The vines coiled around them both, thighs pressed together with maddening heat, a final whipping noise from somewhere in the darkness behind her not striking her own flesh but drawing out a tortured groan as he sank deep into her in a swift and brutal motion. Tav gasped, almost choking at the shock of being filled in a split second, but as soon as her mouth was open she had a new reason to choke. Hardened ridges of hot skin grazed her tongue, enticing her to taste. Behind her, vines creaked and whips cracked in the hot air punctuating each thrust with a punishing rhythm. Fingers grasped at her hips, her back, trying to find purchase anywhere just to hold on as the incubus’s infernal laughter echoed around the chamber.

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Tav’s moans were muffled, but music to Haarlep’s ears. This could hardly be a better day for them, they even decided they’d leave their deal off the table…for now. Raphael was right, this toy was not one they wanted to break. All the potential they saw was now blooming brightly even within the haze of magical darkness that blinded the eyes trying to look up at them. “Don’t stop now, Little Rat, that’s it…feel everything.” Their hands caressed her hair with a deceptive care, right before their tail whipped around from behind them to strike her between her shoulder blades, gentle fingers now clawing into her scalp to keep them in her mouth even as she moaned around ridged flesh.

They cast their gaze back to Raphael, his expression somewhere between a white hot rage and undiluted lust that was destroying his sense of reason.

“Satisfied, Archduke?” They asked, not giving a single care for the answer. They knew. They knew he could feel himself enveloped by her, feel himself filling her entirely from both sides, but they would not let him release yet. Too soon and it may not be enough to soothe the heat of the single kiss that took everything too far. Or perhaps that was just their excuse to keep this going as long as they could, searing it into their mind with every exquisite detail. Haarlep’s wicked mind worked fast, their own toes beginning to curl at the prospect even as the lewd tongue flickering around them tried to drive them to their end. Not yet, they hissed to themselves, the practice of subduing their own climax as easy as blinking. Not so for Raphael, however. The incubus raised a hand, a few motions from their fingers weaving a new design. The latest vine rose up and caught the fiend at the base in a moment between tortured thrusts, the mage hand lashing the whip with precise intervals to keep his pace. The binding would be enough to hold him from release until the true master of the room allowed it. “Harlot.” The fiend complained, the insult little more than a word swallowed by the other sounds being drawn from his throat. It was the kind of complaint made in vain, however. He was greedy, desiring to find release, but he would enjoy it more if made to wait for permission. “Now, if you please, Archduke,” the incubus commanded, the last part of this plan sliding into place, “assume your true form.”

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Tav was enveloped, consumed, the heated thrusts filling her entirely from in front and behind. She had long since given up on listening to them talk, only letting their voices wash over her and through her, a lullaby of lust as she sank into the sensation. She could feel the sting of fresh bruises from the tail lashing down on her spine, fingers clawing into her hips, the vicious crack of a whip with far less gentle care than the blows on her own flesh driving the fiend to take her entirely. Then she felt the change. The growing, the friction of new ridges of hot and hardened flesh grinding against nerves so tightly bundled that she would have screamed if she had the breath to spare.

It was divine. She was desperate and between them they filled every needy little desire burning her up.

---

“Just a little more, sweet Thief, and you will take everything you wanted~” Haarlep spoke quietly this time, their words meant only for one set of ears. For the other, they sought their reward. “Tell me. Is this everything you desire?”

“You are well aware-” the reply was cut off by another crack of the whip, a firm reminder of what was expected now. “Haarlep, enough-” They glared at him now. A second and much sharper blow cut his voice down to a keening whimper. “Haarlep, please.”

“Very well, Raphael. Do as you wish.” They released the vine holding back his climax, and threw their head back, allowing the senses to rush into them, filling them with the most delicious banquet they could have hoped for as a symphony of pleasure played the melody of their own composing.

--- Tav felt the final climax throw her over the edge and almost entirely out of her body. Clawed hands held her head as she swallowed, while behind, below, a powerful pulsing sent waves of bursting light through her entire being.

She barely noticed the vines receding, the strong arms that caught her torso before her limbs could give way. The whole world was so far away, but nothing mattered. The heat was finally quenched, whether she recognised how close she had come to turning to ashes or not her body finally cooled. Tense muscles released, but bruises were beginning to swell angrily, interspersed with blood flecked claw marks.

---

“You went too far.” Raphael snarled, pulling Tav’s body towards him and leaning her against his chest.

“I went as far as I had to go. I told you, she took too much from me because what she really wanted was you . I gave her that much. You also seemed to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly~” Haarlep laughed, stepping off the bed and walking a little ahead towards the wide open bathing pool on the other side of the room. A small power move, tail swishing happily as they swayed their hips in a mockery of seduction.”She will be fine, bring her over.” Without much choice in the matter, the fiend scooped the exhausted elf up against his chest, tail guiding her weak arms to wrap around his shoulders. To an outsider, it might’ve looked like a lover’s carry, tender arms hooked under knees that had long since gone limp, one hand holding her head against him as she made soft noises now, a barely conscious mess in the aftermath of unbearable lust.

Clawed feet clicked on the hard stone floor, careful footsteps finally arriving at the water’s edge. It was cool, soothing, from the first moment his toes broke the surface. The cambion lowered himself gently into the bath as his incubus scattered scented petals through the water, preparing soaps, oils and salves.

“Such a beautiful canvas, don’t you think? And so wonderfully painted~” Haarlep purred happily, completely satisfied, as they sank into the water beside Raphael. They caressed the hair of their new favourite toy with a smile. “Next time-”

“Next time? Have you forgotten whose home this is? Whose-” The angry snarl was cut off by a sigh from within his arms. The water was beginning to do its work. “Now, now, you can bicker with me later.  Now how about you take proper care of your Little Mouse?” They stroked the wounds they’d inflicted on the cambion’s own back, digging a talon in one moment and soothing the swollen welts with balms the next.

For his part, the master of the house was carefully holding Tav in his lap, letting the healing pool slowly do its work, watching as wounds knitted closed and allowing her to relax further until only her head was above water.  “I could so easily just drown you right here, Little Mouse, and you’d never even know.” He mused, mostly to himself. There was as little chance of her hearing him as there was actual intention behind his words. “Oh you would never.” Haarlep laughed, not letting the chance to mock their so-called master slip through their clawed fingers. “Let her up a little again, that filthy hair needs a wash. Even a Little Rat should get clean now and then.”

“Rat,” Raphael tested the word, deciding it felt entirely wrong on his tongue, “where did that come from?”

“Never you mind about that,” they deflected his comment easily, pouring a little scented soap into their hands and working it into Tav’s hair, carefully massaging her scalp. “Just wash her body down, and use that salve on the bruises, if you please.” Her eyelids fluttered a little, but he could feel her body had yet to regain its strength, muscles completely relaxed in the most dangerous place she could possibly be…and yet she could also be no safer than held between two fiends in the middle of Avernus. The irony might have amused her, had she been able to form a thought yet.

---

Tav was somewhere. Drifting, her consciousness afloat in another space, barely aware of the soothing feeling of gentle hands and healing waters. One by one, her senses returned to her. She moaned softly at the feeling of claws gently combing through her hair, the scent of the soaps warm and delightful. The other warm thing was the…pillow? Wall? Whatever soft and firm thing it was that she was laid against.

“A lost little mouse, scurried through the house, looking for all the things she should not find. Footsteps, tippy tap, the mouse tripped the trap, leaving all her dreams behind.” The rumbling of the deep voice vibrated through the wall…no, the chest, her head was leaning on.

Her eyelids fluttered, the world still a blur of ambient light, the feeling of cool water becoming clearer as she moved her fingers to test if they were still there at all. All present and accounted for, she thought, relieved. There were places on her body that stung and ached, but this seemed to be dissolving away.

“Slowly, Little Mouse, do not run too fast. Trip now, and the fall could be your last.” The voice was closer now as she became more fully present in her body.

Tav suddenly realised who it belonged to, a swell of panic rising up from her guts as that little part of her mind that had been screaming danger for hours finally made itself heard. Oh fu-“Drink up, Thief. You might as well enjoy the spoils of your adventures to the full~ Oh, and consider the deal on hold, for now.” The owner of the second voice came into view, holding out a large chalice. “Drink first, there’s food after. You did so very well, I’m almost impressed.” They understated their satisfaction, unwilling to give too much praise to a mere scrap of a mortal…yet not withholding their smile either.

“We can discuss exactly what in the hells you were doing here later. I look forward to hearing your excuses, Little Mouse, so do make them entertaining.” His voice was cold and flat, yet his arms remained around her, not yet willing to cast her aside even though she was recovering.

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Several hours later, Tav had been allowed to leave on the most infuriatingly awkward walk of shame in all her days. She was loathe to explain exactly what had taken her so long, though she had the distinct feeling that perhaps she didn’t need to. She had entered a bedroom through a broken balcony dressed in rags, and left through the front door smelling of delightful lotions, her hair still slightly damp, and wearing a well tailored - if plain - leather and silk outfit that accentuated every curve of her body.

At least her companions had spared her the questions she dreaded. Although she did note Astarion mouth the words “Rule Four” at her with a sly wink. Fine, she thought, I will have to record this in that damned book… I doubt they will let it happen again, anyway. Might as well preserve it in my own memory, at least. ----------- ----------- ENDING NOTES ----------- -----------

Ah, one of my favourites~ Finally letting the three play together, even getting some soft Raphael in there at the end with the aftercare. It might not be natural to him, but he can be all too easily pushed by Haarlep into doing exactly what they want of him. In this case, it's ensuring their new favourite toy will be able to play again. I need to write more of these three at some point, naturally. Perhaps some shorts, though they tend to run long as this was all meant to be in one chapter until it became two~ Well, until the next chapter loves do take care, and enjoy your stay in Avernus~

[hauntsect]

Can I just say that I love Hyles' aesthetic? Like I love it — the whole vibe of his aesthetic tag is something & I love it!! But also I just love him in general, he's so cool, one of my many favourite muses that you write!! He's so well thought out & I just love him AND you so much!! 💕💕 I will say this so so so much because its true, I love him I think he's being developed wonderfully & the passion is there and

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH YOU MADE MY DAY WITH THIS!

I don't know why I'm so attached to this boy, but I've become so close to him and just knowing you like him and his vibes gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling! You've helped me so much with throwing him out there with confidence! Like you say, you've been my pocket cheerleader with him and many of my muses and I just cannot thank you enough! Coming from you, it just makes me so joyful and I appreciate the fact that you indulge me and give me and my muses the light of day. I mean it, I appreciate you so much for being around and being such a dear friend to me! Thanks for giving me courage and confidence in myself and my characters, especially this one OC.

Thank you so much, Ladybug! Truly, your own courage with your OCs and muses in general, how you put yourself out there, how you are so kind to all of us has inspired me a lot to push through the bad stuff and enjoy myself. It means a lot, really, so so so much. You're an inspiration, surely not just to me, but all of us graced with you on our dash! I'm glad you're liking his development, that you're here supporting my crazies, allowing me to gush, to just talk, to have your friendship! I love you AND your muses a lot, too, thank you so much again, belovedddd!!

[late-to-the-fandom]

🍑🍋?

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

Is this just trying to get me to talk about the forbidden Little Mermaid AU I keep adding words to? Because I will! I wouldn’t call it “wonderful” or “literary”, but I would call it “so much fun I cannot stop myself” 😂 it stars Renathal as Ariel, the Maw Walker as the Prince, Denathrius as Triton, Zovaal as Ursula, Theotar as Scuttle, and Vrednic as the dog, and the Accuser as whoever the Prince’s attendent guy is (should I actually rewatch this movie at some point? No thanks I’m good). It basically combines all the characters I like/need from Light and Shadows with all the plot bits I like from the Little Mermaid story without being too caught up in details I don’t remember and don’t care about to create a watery mess of tropes I love to write and some I have always wanted to try!

But I’ve learned from my last AU experience and, while I can indulge in it all I want, I won’t be posting anything until I actually finish or turn it into a workable one shot. I’ve maxed out the number of fics I’m allowed to start and hiatus 😅

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

Bang buddies to lovers. It’s my favourite trope. I will never stop being in love with “this was just supposed to be meaningless sex but now I’m falling in love with youuuuuuu” it’s my favourite. (Which is why the smutty one shot I have for the above AU is so fun since it’s actually the opposite of this trope, and I’ve never written “finally having sex with the person you’re in love with” smut)

Thank you for this! I’m experiencing post-chapter post brain fog where I forget how writing works.