#you follow one mark long enough to notice them going to a pool

[johnandrasjaqobis]

how quickly do you think the leverage crew would spot the yeerk invasion

[milfsloverblog]

Chlorine Water (nsfw)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: It’s 6.24am, I haven’t slept because I needed to get this out of my system. This is pure porn without plot. Something that popped into my head when I should have been writing something far more important (thesis can wait). First time writing shapeshifted cock, think I did not too bad. Enjoy lovelies!!

CW: SHAPESHIFTED COCK!!

“Will you join me?” You called from the pool float where you’d been sitting for the past half hour.

Larissa stayed quiet for a second, reading the last few words on the page of the book she was holding before placing it down next to her on the sun lounger.

“I might,” she answered, picking up her glass of rosé from the floor and taking a few sips of it. “How’s the water?”

You dipped your fingertips in the pool before wiping them on one of your naked thighs.

“Warm. Not as hot as you, though!”

Larissa chuckled and placed her now empty glass back on the ground before getting up from the lounger. She stretched her arms above her head, making you bite your lip at the sight of her pale breasts nearly popping out of her green bikini top. Nearly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” You asked as Larissa walked closer to the edge of the pool. She truly was a vision. Legs that seemed never-ending, inviting hips which dipped into an even more inviting waist and slightly uneven breasts that you loved to tease her about. When she got close enough, you noticed the bite mark that you’d left on her thigh a few days before.

“Mhm, only a few thousand times.” She smiled softly and sat down on the tiled floor, her legs dangling in the water as she leaned back on her hands and waited - visibly impatiently - for you to come closer.

You didn’t make her wait long, almost immediately dropping from the pool float into the water and swimming towards your lover.

Playfully, you held one of Larissa’s legs and kissed the side of her knee, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to be able to lick chlorine water from her thigh. It tasted terrible, really, but Larissa’s breathless sigh made up for it.

Much as you wanted to, you didn’t put your mouth anywhere near Larissa’s crotch and only kissed her thighs and knees, even trying to pull her further over the edge so you could get to her hips too.

“Darling,” The word fell from Larissa’s mouth as her fingers weaved themselves through your hair, giving a gentle tug so you’d look up at her face. “Do you mind if…” Larissa’s gaze fell between her legs and yours was quick to follow, your eyes widening at the sight of the bulge in her bikini that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.

“Of course not.” You breathed out, your fingertips digging into the flesh of your lover’s thighs.

Sex with Larissa was always an experience. You never really knew what to expect from your shapeshifting partner, and you loved that.

Slowly, you pushed Larissa’s bottom to the side to free her semi-hard cock, your mouth instantly salivating at the sight of it.

Larissa gave your hair another gentle tug, pulling you out of your trance.

“Open up.” Her voice was soft but you knew it was a demand, to which you quickly obeyed by opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Larissa cooed as she took hold of her cock and thrust her hips closer to your face.

You closed your eyes as the weight of Larissa’s tip pressed down on your tongue. She stayed still for a moment, her eyes raking down your face as she took in how eager you were to please her.

“Good girl.” She repeated, slowly moving her tip up and down your tongue until her cock had fully hardened. “Will you take care of me, darling?”

You gave a slight nod and Larissa let go of your hair, your cue to take control of the situation. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and your lips around the tip, slowly moving your head down until Larissa’s blonde pubic hair tickled your nose. She had thankfully settled for a medium-sized cock that day, although the girth was larger than usual and you knew your jaws would start aching in a few minutes. Still, that allowed you a few minutes to pleasure her.

Larissa groaned loudly as you moved your head back up and down again, slowly increasing the rhythm of your sucking.

“Oh god, yes-“ She threw her head back when your tongue teased the spot that you knew would drive her crazy. “I need you-“ She breathed out, her hips carefully thrusting her cock deeper into your mouth. “I need to be inside you-“

That was another one of your cues. You kept sucking for a few more seconds before letting go of Larissa’s cock with a loud pop.

“Come here,” You groaned, grabbing Larissa’s waist and pulling her into the water with you.

You barely had time to react before she spun you around, trapping you between the cold pool tiles and her body.

“You’re divine,” She whispered, her length rubbing up and down your thigh.

Larissa’s hand snaked down between your bodies and she bit her lip when she found you dripping wet after pushing her fingers inside your bikini.

“All of this for me?” She smirked before pressing her lips on the pulse point of your neck, suckling at the skin and leaving a perfect imprint of her mouth in crimson lipstick.

“Why would you wear makeup to go swimming?” You asked with an expression as incredulous as possible. Without waiting for an answer, you grabbed onto Larissa’s hip and pulled her into a kiss.

You didn’t really want to hear Larissa’s explanation. You only wanted to hear her moan.

Larissa kissed you back with practised ease, her fingers skillfully moving between your lips and pressing on your clit. Her lipstick smudged against your skin as she parted her lips to kiss you always deeper.

“God-“ Your lover grunted, the rubbing of her cock against your leg becoming more insistent until you gently wrapped your hand around its length and guided it between your legs.

The warmth of your flesh against Larissa’s shaft made it throb violently and she grunted again, louder this time, as she began rubbing her member against your clit.

“Larissa!” You whined, spreading your legs to allow your lover more space. “Please, I want- I need to feel you inside of me.”

Larissa happily obliged, immediately pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance and slowly pushing herself inside of you. It felt like heaven, her girth stretching you just the right amount as you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her impossibly closer, letting out a moan when her tip pressed against your cervix.

“What do you think?” Larissa asked, voice dripping with lust.

“Perfect-“ You whined. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“And I’ll perfectly fuck you,” Larissa whispered into your ear before her hips started thrusting against yours.

Larissa tried her best to be soft, she really did. But after a couple of minutes of gentle thrusts, your sweet moans and your cunt squeezing around her length became almost unbearable. She firmly grabbed onto your waist and pulled out of you, spinning you around so you’d face the edge of the pool.

“Fuck!” You cried out when your lover slammed back inside you, your legs quivering when she started thrusting frantically.

“You’re so good,” She groaned. “So tight and so warm.”

Larissa held onto your waist with one of her hands, so tightly that you knew you’d be left with marks that’d last for days, while the other one moved to your front to find your buzzing clit again.

You nearly melted against her, veins filling with nothing short but a white-hot pleasure while she quickened her pace, driving herself so deep until the tip of her cock kissed your cervix, drawing not only a moan but a yelp from you as well and you couldn’t help but move your hips back to meet her thrusts.

“I-I’m close-“ You stuttered, making Larissa fuck you with an urgency that you had rarely felt before. Her fingers moved faster against your clit and it only took a few more thrusts for you to be sent over the edge, your body tensing from head to toe.

Everything turned white for a second, your thighs started shaking, and you swore you heard Larissa gasping as your cunt tightened around her, pulsed, and gushed around her girth.

“Rissa, please…” You whined and suddenly her blood rushed down to her cock, leaving her breathless as she came hard, pushing herself unbelievably deep until she made sure she had filled you to the brim with her cum, and you almost laughed in delight about how full she made you feel.

“God, darling-“ she sighed, resting her sweaty forehead on your shoulder as her senses came back when the rush of adrenaline slowly wore off, the pain in her thighs getting stronger by the second.

Larissa carefully pulled out of you and wrapped her arms around your waist to hug you from behind.

“You’re perfect.” She whispered before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Perfectly fucked, as promised.”

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[taurusgoddess99]

Frustration

Felix Catton x f! Reader

MDNI

AN: Hi! It’s been so long since I’ve posted on Tumblr that I’ve forgotten how! I hope y’all enjoy this piece that I’ve word it. It’s smutty. Also, I’m posting on tumblr so I’m sure it’ll be sorta wonky. Thanks!

TW: light choking

His bed creaks up under his weight and he notices that she's barely visible from under his sheets.

He eyes the naked skin of her exposed back, and the stretch marks that covered her hips. The bralette barely contained her full tits and he was frustrated that she wouldn't let him touch.

He crawled on top of her, her ass pressed against his dick, and he groaned into the soft skin of her neck.

“Why can't we fuck again?”

“I don't feel like it.”

It's muffled by the sheets. He groans in frustration before nipping at her neck. She says something that he can't hear, and he pulls on the straps of her bralette. Her head pops up from under the sheets and she shoots him a glare.

“I'm not having sex with you.”

“Why not?”

He hates how whiny he sounds but he continues with his motions. His nose nudges against her shoulder.

“Go away.”

“We're in my house.”

His fingers hooks into her black shorts pulling down the soft fabric. He grins when he sees the bright yellow thong that's tucked neatly between her full ass cheeks.

“I'll eat your pussy.”

“No.”

“I'll eat your ass.”

“You're a pervert.”

He slides his finger down her ass cheeks before pulling at the flimsy thing. She shifts and groans feeling frustrated with Felix and his insatiable appetite. She had came upstairs to nap after lounging by the pool most of the day, and Felix had followed.

“I’m your pervert.”

He flips her over and grins at her. She stares up at him just taking in his big brown doe eyes wondering how she ended up with him in the first place.

“Why don’t you go find, Ollie? I’m sure he’d love to take my place.”

His eyes traced over the swells of her full breast. One of her nipples peaked out at him over her bralette and he couldn’t resist himself. He leaned down and kissed the hardened peak. His tongue lapping over it as he maintained eye contact with her. Her body seemed to go limp under him and he knew he had won.

He always won.

He is Felix Catton after all.

Her fingers tangle in his hair that’s still wet from the pool. His large hands unclapse the little bralette and he pulls away from her supple breast to pull it off of her.

Felix takes over her mind, her body, and everything else. She couldn’t remember what her life was like before Felix. Her thumb rubs his cheek as they make eye contact. The words bubbles up her throat threatening to spill but they can’t come out. Not yet anyway.

Her whole life is Felix Catton.

He knows it.

His lips brushes over her collarbone. His nose trails up her jawline before meeting with hers. Her breath quickens and he swears he can hear her heart beating. Her heart beats for him.

He opens his lips to say something. Anything, but nothing comes out. Their lips collide in a quick peck. His wet locks drag against her forehead and causes her to giggle. It’s a sound that he loves to hear. He could pick out her giggle in a crowd of a million.

“I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?”

“Shut up.”

“Why would I go for Oliver when I have the prettiest girl here with me?”

His hands travel down her body, hooking into her little shorts and pulling them off and the thong. He makes a mental note to keep them for himself. He could never get enough of her.

The lips meet for another kiss. He licks into her mouth and can taste the fresh fruit that she had earlier. The taste of his last cigarette coats her tongue. Her leg wraps around his waist and he grinds against her.

He breaks away from their kiss, his hand grips her thigh and presses it against her chest. She’s already slick and ready from their previous activities. He groans at the thought of her full of his cum again. He couldn’t decide if he liked seeing her swallowing it or seeing it dripping out of her better.

Her brow is furrowed and her arms wrap loosely around Felix’s broad shoulder. He nips at her collarbone. She lazily scratches his scalp and it send shivers down his spine.

He’s rutting against her at a faster pace now. His cock presses against her sensitive clit with each thrust. The tip of his cock presses against her entrance. He brings his hand up to her neck and his hand linger there lightly squeezing. He forces her to look at him. She’s laying beneath him, completely dependent on, and her eyes flutter from the pleasure of it all.

“I love you.”

He sinks into her fluttering hole and her eyes widen with the realization of his words and with how full she felt again. She hadn’t realized how empty she felt when Felix wasn’t fucking her. She felt empty when Felix wasn’t with her now that she thinks about her.

Her mouth open and shuts and her bottom lip quivers.

“I love you, Fe’.”

He gives her a lazy smile and presses his forehead against hers. She’s so full of him. His cock is so big and is stretching her out to the max and she can’t escape from Felix Catton. She’s all his.

Felix starts up at a fast pace. The desperation behind his thrust pushes her up the bed. He eyes her full breast as they bounce with the movement of his hips.

She realizes at that moment that they were always connected. They were always meant to be one.

She kisses him desperately, messily, and she’s lost in him. She feels like she’s flying and drowning at the same time. His hipbone nudges her clit and she feels like she could cry.

Her back is arched, both legs are wrapped around his waist, and her fingers are scratching at his shoulders.

His hands move down to cup her thighs again. He squeezes them like his life depends on it and she knows that it’ll be bruises coloring them later. Just like he’ll have the marks of her fingernails on his shoulder.

He pulls her closer and their eyes meet. His cheeks are red and his eyes are dark. His releases one of her thighs to push his fingers into her mouth to get them wet.

His hand slides down between their naked bodies and swipes at her clit. With a yelp of his name, she cums all over his cock, and jumpstarts his own orgasm.

His hips stutter before he forces himself even deeper and coats her wall with his cum. He holds himself there until he’s sure he’s all spent before collapsing on top of her. He rubs his face in her cleavage as they both lay there. She rubs the back of his neck and twitches with the aftershocks that rock her body.

“I really do love you, Felix.”

He kisses her nipple and looks up at her through his eyelashes.

“I love you too, princess.”

The two fall asleep in the post-orgasm fog not noticing the company that they had that was watching them through the door.

[simpsarcade]

this was posted on my old blog as a Halloween fic. this is a different one, no dialogue and no names mentioned. so despite it being written with Oliver in mind, you could read it thinking of whatever bulky dark haired fave you have. also it has a plot, but the plot is mostly smut. and seesh despite all that has been happening to me, I deliver 5k words for Halloween, that's a lot. show your appreciation in the tags, or in a reply, it really helps keep the writing fire alive.

summary. a stupid bet sees you visiting a haunted cave to prove to your friends that ghosts aren't real, but when you go back home, something goes back with you, and it always finds you in your dreams

pairing.Oliver Aiku x F!Reader

wordcount. 5k

warnings.nsfw, kinda noncon but mostly dubcon, ghost fucking I guess, a cameo of tentacle like appendages

unwanted hitchhiker

Ghosts didn’t exist. That was an inarguable fact of life. Ghosts did not exist. The only thing going bump in the night is the wind. The strange noises in old houses are just the weakening structure slowly coming apart. And the strange shadows people saw are most likely a gas leak. Ghosts simply did not exist.

Then why were you sweating cold from just entering a stuffy old cave?

It was a stupid bet. A stupid, stupid bet one of your dumbass friends proposed when you - correctly - informed them that ghosts didn’t exist. You were all at a bar after work talking about the beach trip you’d all be going in a few days, when someone commented that there was a forest near the lodge you’d be staying that was supposed to be haunted.

A couple of your friends seemed spooked by the notion and you laughed it off. Ghosts don’t exist, that is what you said. When you die, you die, and that’s the end of it. But they insisted, they argued, until they proposed a dare. It was stupid, and since the burden of proof fell into those claiming the existence of something, you really had no reason to accept it. But being one too many beers in, you accepted.

The dare was stupidly obvious. At nightfall, you were to follow the marked trail into the haunted forest, and on the first fork you’d turn left, and head into cave that was said to be the center of the haunting. Inside, you’d have to walk to the collapsed remains of an entrance to an old shrine that now laid buried under the rocks. Once there, you just had to take a picture of your hand touching the rocks and you were free to go.

Simple and straight forward. There were no dangerous animals in the forest, the trail was well marked and lit up, and not even bats lived in the cave. Get in, get out, then profit. Nothing to worry about, nothing to fear.

Then, why did your spine tingle the moment you stepped off the trail and into the rock that made up the cave?

Maybe it was just how noticeably cold it was in this dark, damp cave. Or maybe, you were actually afraid, it wouldn’t be weird to feel fear when entering alone an ancient gaping hole in the mountain range. Where the trail before now had been well lit and clean - unsurprisingly, this beach was a tourist hotspot - the short path to the cave quickly lost it’s well kept appeal. With a quick glance back you told yourself you had to get on with it.

Stepping further into the near pitch black cave you felt that same shiver run up your spine again. You wouldn’t dare to blame it fully on fear though, not with how this place seemed to suck up all the heat around. The air inside the cave was noticeably a few degrees colder than the outside, chill seeping into your fingertips as you lifted up your phone to use as a flashlight.

When light hit your surroundings, you finally caught an idea of what it looked like. The cave seemed to suck up even the cold light from your phone, but it was still enough to see something. The space around you was vast, stretching large and long, the solid floor glistening wet, with water pooling here and there. Looking up, you found yourself surrounded by rock as ancient as the mountain itself, cracks littering the ceiling, and water dripping from some of them.

Suddenly you could find sense in your fear. This place had been carved into an old mountain, and the shrine at the very bottom had already been buried under rumble from an earthquake long ago. You were probably feeling the rock shift, vibrations that resound so low the human ear can’t pick it, but the body can still sense them. The infamous ghost frequency, where the brain, without a way to find the sound, can only translate the vibrations as a this strange foreboding danger.

Knowing this gave you no peace, however. Where logic often served to quell your fear of the unknown, this time it failed. Maybe it was all the humidity in the cave turning the air heavy and dense, making breathing a difficult task. So difficult that it felt like a hand grasped around your throat, or that you had a whole body lying on your back. Creepy shit.

Shaking your head you forced yourself to move forward, with the flashlight you could see the outline of a rope on the far side wall, that was your destination. Gathering all your courage you pressed on, wet sounds ringing through the cave as you stepped on a large puddle. Out of instinct, you pointed the phone down, catching sight of a slither of green - lichen, growing on the rock floor. Curiosity made you wave your phone, illuminating more tendrils of green, the lichen seeming to grow in the direction you were going.

Step after step the air felt heavier, your heart beating faster and faster the closer you got to the rock wall, the smell of water, moss and musk intoxicating to your nose. The tendrils of lichen growing thicker and thicker until they fused with each other, gathering at the collapsed entrance, slipping inside the old shire through cracks in the rumble. Or maybe, were they spreading out of it?

Here, water seemed to drip from the rocks more abundantly. Perhaps this was the reason why the lichen seemed drawn to this place. And yet, despite the overbearing humidity and unstopping movement of time, before you stood a long stretch of thick hemp rope. It seemed old - old enough to be actual hemp. Much, much older than you, but it still seemed solid, as if held together by a force beyond nature.

You shook your head again, you were letting yourself get caught by the situation. The long stretch of rope adorned with folded white paper surrounded what once had been the entrance to the old shrine, now closed off by fallen rubble. Scattered over the rock were paper talismans, you couldn’t really tell what was written on them, or what they were supposed to mean, but this wasn’t your main question. Indeed, you just couldn’t help but wonder how the glue hadn’t worn out after so long.

No time to think, this was the place, only one thing left now.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself, this was it, it was already over, only the last step and you were free to go. The air you inhaled helped in nothing though, it crashed heavy and warm in your lungs, like something was breathing in your face. Best not to dwell on it. Fuck this place, just take the picture and go.

With a hesitant step, you came face to face with the rock, the imposing rope standing eye level with you. Yet again, a shiver runs down your spine, so you just decide to get it over with. Hastily, you lift your left hand and place it over the rock without thinking where. It lands under the thick rope, fingers brushing over one of the talismans, the paper feeling strangely dry to your skin.

You pull up your phone, select the camera, frame your hand, and snap! Your flashlight flickers for a second before coming back on again. With the same haste you pull back your hand, but when you do, the talisman under your finger follows. Shit, you probably just desecrated a historical place. Stupid ass bet.

However, just as the realization of your mistake sinks in, a gush of cold wind blows through the cave. It brushes against your skin, making the chill burrow into your flesh and creep through your veins. For a second, you feel as if something long frozen slipped into your body. But just as it came, it was gone again. The wind died out and you were back to normal.

Fuck this place, you were getting out of here.

When you got back to the lodge you shoved the picture in their faces. There were no ghosts, you told them, mystery solved. Someone said you were brave, another that you were no fun, and someone else snickered, laughing as they said you should be careful, maybe a ghost could follow you home. Sure, as if.

Your trip to the beach with your friends took three days, and you did the dare on the last one. As you’d told your friends before, you weren’t willing to catch some weird cave disease and spend your whole trip in bed sick for a stupid fucking dare. No goddamn way.

The last night you spent on your trip went well enough. You drank, you had fun, you went back to your room to get ready for the return trip the next day. All going on like normal, no shivers through the night, no shadows on the edge of your view. All quiet on your front. Except, when you laid down to sleep, you had strange dreams.

You would not dare call them nightmares, but they sure weren’t your usual. You were more of a dreamless void type of sleeper. But this time you dreamed vividly, maybe not in sight but in feeling. It all felt real, weirdly real. Maybe more real than reality in itself.

The way your skin tingled, the warmth of someone’s breath on your neck, the feeling of hands all over your body. You couldn’t see anything but somehow you knew you were back into the cave. The water feeling cold to your touch, the lichen pricking your naked skin, the rock hard under you. And yet, there was a warm body pressed against your back, hands rough and hot all over your body. They kept the cold at bay as they moved closer and closer to your core.

You struggled, or at least you tried to, fighting back to for control over your surroundings. But quickly you found yourself overpowered, arms and legs being bound in a strange, warm and wet embrace - like the lichen was binding you to the rocky floor. The large hands on your body traveled further towards their destination, one landing on your exposed breast and the other finding your pussy. You were naked, body and soul, and ready for the taking. And whatever force held you down, it felt hungry.

The hand on your breast squeezed hard, fingers sinking painfully into your flesh. The one on your pussy found your clit and carelessly worked the little nub to it’s pleasure. There was so much heat seeping into you and the air felt so heavy, bearing down on your lungs. The same smell you felt before filled your nostrils again, moss, water and musk.

You tried to scream, but it was to no avail. If anything, it seemed to spur the hands to work faster. The one on your chest moved away, fingers slipping into your mouth to shut you up. The one on your pussy positioned its thumb over your clit, three other fingers sliding inside your wet hole. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. Still, you tried to struggle, fighting your hardest for as long as you could.

But this was a losing battle, and it didn’t take long for the fight to be fully lost. You were growing tired, and the pleasure was growing higher and higher until it overpowered your will. A shock ran through your body, coiling every muscle and shaking your convulsing core. You wanted to scream again, and this time the hand on your mouth slipped away, letting your voice be heard. Whatever was holding your limbs let go, and the last thing you felt before waking up was one of the hands softly caressing your face. You woke up in the morning to the wind softly blowing past your window and into your bedroom.

That had been four nights ago. For four nights you’d been having the same dream, and every night you woke up wet with sweat, and something else. You brushed it off as a weird hick of the mind. It could be like that. You spent most nights in a dreamless sleep, but sometimes, if something weird happened, you’d spend nearly a week having strange dreams. It would pass - and yet, it felt different.

The dream was always the very same, the place was always the cave, and whatever touched you always felt like the same thing. Always the same dream, except for how it escalated every night, getting more and more intense. You never saw the face - or anything for that matter - of whatever plagued your sleep, but you felt it, you felt it so clearly. And on the last night, the fourth night, you were sure you felt the outline of its dick rubbing against your pussy.

This was the fifth day, well, had been, now that dusk had settled, it was the fifth night. And by god, you were starting to get antsy just from the need to fall asleep. This was insane, it made no sense at all. It was just a bad dream - then, why wouldn't it just stop? You refused to believe there could be anything more to it, and the fact that it happened after your visit to the cave was just coincidence. It was nothing, it had to be.

Truth be told you’d started fearing dreaming itself. You’d started fearing falling back into dreamland. Back into the hands of whatever inhabited your subconscious mind. Back into a state where your will was so easily toppled by this sickly pleasure. You’d started fearing falling asleep - even though a part of you felt strangely anxious for it, and you’d started fearing that part of yourself too.

Stupid, you told yourself. It was nothing, you reminded yourself. It was all in your mind, you insisted, trying to convince your own self as you laid in bed. You’d fall asleep today, and by tomorrow this would all be gone. It would be over. You were sure of it.

And with this certainty you closed your eyes, ready to plunge into Morpheus’ embrace, tomorrow this would be no longer.

The smell of moss, musk and water invades your nostrils again. You are back to breathing that heavy, dense air. Back to feeling the wet, hard rock under your legs. This time there is a hum that runs through the cave, reverberating through the rocky walls, until it lands back on your ears and makes you shiver.

It’s not a human sound, more like the wind whispering in a language long lost, but it sounds pleasured, somehow. You cannot understand what it says yet it sends a jolt through your body that tenses your muscles. But in the depths of fear, you find a sliver of pleasure.

As the sound travels through your flesh, the vibrations reverberate in the body behind yours. This time it feels more physical than it ever did. The sound waves lacing with a strange warmth as they travel from that unknown body back to you. It makes you oddly aware of the sensation of hard muscle wrapped in cloth that embraces you from behind. The feeling of soft and thick linen rubbing against your skin. The steady movement of rise and fall against your back. The fanning of a hot breath touching your neck.

It is almost human. Almost. Eerily real in a way that dreams aren’t meant to be. It’s entrancing, the sensation of rough hands traveling over your skin. The slight bite of the nails as thick fingers sink into your flesh, trying to burrow their way in. You try to fight again, to break free, but the strong arms around you only pull you closer. When did you start noticing how large those arms were?

Your struggles seem pointless to the thing holding you down. Thick arms bring you deeper into this strange embrace, and the more you try to fight, the deeper you seem to sink. There is a deep hum echoing from behind you again, and the entire cave seems to rumble. Hot breath fans over your skin, so close now that you can feel its wetness, and at the same time, wind blows through the stone walls. That’s when you realize, the cave is breathing with him.

Him?

No time to think as one of the hands finds its way down to your core again. Two thick fingers encase your clit, sending electricity up your spine, lighting up every nerve in its wake. The other hand has found your breast, pinching your nipple between the rough pads of his thumb and forefinger. He is careless, aggressive even, and it has you squirming. Whining in a way that has him responding with an amused hum that travels in the wind and echoes through the walls.

You try to muster a no, try to bargain with whatever has you on such a strong hold, but the words stick to your throat, choking the wind from your lungs. The cave rumbles together with the shaking of his chest, his breath touching your skin in short, staggered huffs. His face is so close you can smell the air he exhales, feel the shape of his jaw and the stubble running against your neck, sense his whole torso rumble. He is laughing.

His fingers squeeze your clit again and you gasp, trying to move your legs wildly to get out. It’s no use, you feel something slither up and wrap your thighs once more, this time drawing your shaking legs further apart. You try to resist but he moves the fingers on your clit in a way that has pleasure shaking your body, making your pussy twitch in need. Pleasure starts to mount in your body and eat away at reason. And that’s when you feel it.

The skin that pushes against your wet folds is warm and soft, but its touch feels hard as rock. You don’t even need to look down to know what’s pressing against your pussy. The shape and feeling of a hard cock is unmistakable. And even if you tried, something in you refused to look down - if in fear or excitement, you couldn’t really tell.

The more he presses his hardened length against you, the more you realize its sheer size. He is huge, long, and thick, overwhelmingly so, and you aren’t so sure that this is going to work. Though, you don’t really think the thought has crossed his mind.

He starts to push himself harder into your pussy, shoving his massive length into you. You try to struggle, trying to tell him it won’t fit. But your voice is nothing more than a murmur, and the cave only rumbles in response as he once more flicks your clit in a way that has you shaking in pleasure.

The creature behind you takes this chance and with a swift movement, he shoves his cock into your pussy. You gasp at the painful stretch, your walls trembling against the intrusion. Then he starts moving again, and you realize, he isn’t fully in yet.

He gives you no time to resist as he pushes himself the rest of the way in, forcing his cock balls deep, pushing you to the extreme. You cry out when he fully buries himself, a pained sound but there is pleasure mixed in it. And then he starts moving, deep and hard, and you cry out again but this time the sound is silenced by a thunderous surge of wind.

That’s when you wake up.

Violent winds blow through your windows and your eyes open in shock. You find yourself sitting in bed as thunder crashes outside, but that isn’t something you can worry about when you feel your body rock with a moan. The sensation of a cock ramming into your pussy continues, you try to move your legs but they still seem tied down, and the feeling of a body around you isn’t gone.

Awakening doesn’t seem to have ended the dream.

Your whole body shakes again and again as he shoves his cock deep into you. The pain from the stretch and violation starts to mix with the pleasure from his thick fingers on your clit. You dart your eyes around the room rapidly, not able to move your body, unsure of what is happening, of what you are supposed to be feeling. It’s strange, scary, and weirdly exciting all at once.

A moan fills your ears and it takes you a long moment to recognize it as your own, your voice echoing strange through the walls of your bedroom. They are the walls of your bedroom, that much you can recognize the moment your eyes focus. It’s hard to form any thought with the way his cock has pleasure shaking your body and fogging your mind but you try.

With what little consciousness you can muster you try to look around. You can feel his hand on your breast, pulling you flush against his body. Feel the fingers on your clit and the cock fucking you fast and hard, but you look down and you can’t see anything. Not until your eyes catch the mirror in front of your bed.

You gasp in both shock and pleasure as you take in the sight reflected before you. Where you could see nothing before now the image is clear. Sitting behind you is a large man, wearing what seems like old shinto robes, your body propped onto his lap. Coming from behind him are the green thick tendrils that hold your legs open. He has one hand under your oversized sleep shirt, the other is on your clit. And now you can clearly see his massive cock moving in and out of your pussy.

He gives one especially hard thrust and your whole body rocks, his fingers unrelenting on your poor clit. You moan out, hands finding purchase on his thick legs, feeling the rough fabric under your palm. Your mind is slipping, slowly drawing blank with pleasure, but your eyes still don’t dare leave the mirror.

Once more he gives the same hard thrust making you cry out, pussy walls coiling around his thick, veiny cock. His torso rumbles in satisfaction again, but this time there is no wind, no response from the environment, only the shaking of his body. You finally manage to fix your eyes to his face buried against your neck and you get why there is no sound.

His black hair falls messy in front of his face, but it doesn’t hide the talismans over his eyes, nor the one covering his mouth. Now that you notice it, it looks like he has those things all over his body, scattered on his old linen robe. It seems odd, curious - but you don’t get a chance to wonder when he speeds up his thrusts.

The intense, overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim and then more washes over your body and mind. It has you whimpering and begging - if it’s for more or for him to stop you yourself don’t know. You are sure he wouldn’t stop either way. He thrusts hard and deep, faster and faster, his cock throbbing within your gummy walls. You feel it, every inch, much more than you logically should, but your mind is too foggy from the relentless fucking to focus on those details right now.

Your hands grip onto the linen of his pants, a fabric you can feel, but only see in the reflection on the mirror. The same reflection that shows you fucked out, mouth agape, tears welling in your eyes - but you didn’t even feel them there. You look mindless, completely vulnerable and small against the hulking figure fucking you from behind. And for a moment he looks back at you.

For just a second you catch a glimpse of green shining from behind the talisman placed over his left eye. A flash of color and suddenly it's gone, but a shadow of a smile crosses his features, despite the old paper covering his mouth. Then a hum resonates into your flesh, vibrations coming from deep within his body until they reach your core.

Somehow they enhance your pleasure, having you shaking, eyes rolling back as you moan from the combination of sensations. The hand squeezing your breast, the fingers teasing your nipple and that monstrous cock impaling your soft insides. The pain from his size now being overtaken by the pleasure, your body betraying your mind as it lets the invasion of this stranger win.

There isn’t much to be done at this point as he rocks you up and down on his lap, your brain focusing on nothing but the feeling of him inside you. The feeling of his cock forcing your walls apart with every violent thrust. The way your whole pussy throbs in time with the movements of his fingers on your clit.

Your core is spasming against him, your breaths growing shorter and shorter. You’re sweating, his skin feels hot where it touches yours, and it's like he is warming the entire room. Your whole body is lighting up, every nerve on fire, every muscle coiling, drawing so tight they could snap. The world around you dissolves, the fog on your mind growing thicker until there are only the rhythmic thrusts of his cock and the warmth of his body around yours.

It’s too much, too much. You babble something unintelligible, you can feel your mind slipping from you. When you try to cry out, the words choke on your throat, your breath draws short, the muscles in your chest coiling so tight, crushing your lungs. You are choking, drawing in this mix of pleasure and pain, fear and excitement. It’s too much, too strong, too good and then you snap. That pained cry finally slips from your lips until there is bliss.

To you, your orgasm feels like it lasted an eternity. Your senses dulled to the world, engulfing you in a timeless void where there is only the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body. Then your senses start returning, first picking up static before letting the world back in.

The first thing you notice is that he isn’t done, his thrusts going faster and harder. Something you wouldn’t think humanly possible. But this thing wasn’t human after all, was he? You are too fucked out and tired for this question.

All you know is the feeling of him - whatever he is - ramming into you again and again. And the way your oversensitive pussy tells you this speed must be a sign he is nearing his end. What with how his cock is throbbing violently within you, pulsating more and more intensely with every push.

The hand under your shirt pulls you snug against his body, fingers trying to burrow into the flesh of your tit. The one that was on your clit is on your hip, helping to move you up and down with so much ease that it makes you seem weightless. You curl your hands around his large arms to hold on, feeling thick muscle tense under his clothes. If he notices the gesture, he doesn’t show, keeping up the speed as you fight to stabilize yourself.

His thrusts are so intense, so fast and it feels like he is going to tear you apart. You’ve already gone past your brink but he still hasn’t reached his, and it’s way too much for your abused pussy, way too much for your still fuzzy mind. Before you notice it, tears are rolling down your eyes from the exhaustion of all these overwhelming sensations.

You feel the stubble tickling the skin of your face again, and looking at the mirror you see him move his head against yours. He pushes his face into your own, rubbing his nose over where your tears rolled. Another melodic hum resounds from deep within him. It feels somehow soothing - but he still speeds up his thrusts even more.

A whimper escapes your mouth as he fucks himself into you, fast and deep. He pulls your body impossibly closer, not letting you move a single inch away. Within you, his hard length twitches and throbs with fervor. He is going faster and harder and deeper, until suddenly he pulls you down forcefully.

His arms hold you in place, his cock buried as deep as it can go, and then you feel it, thick hot cum pouring inside your sensitive pussy. It coats your insides, filling you to the brim, warming up your body in a way that’s not natural. You feel it drip down your thigh, and when you look at your core, you see nothing, it’s strange. But your eyes finally find the mirror and there it is, clear as day, his cum spilling from your pussy to your legs, his cock still buried inside you.

Your tired gaze lingers there for a long moment, before taking in the whole picture. The arms wrapped around your body. The tendrils still holding onto your legs. The hulking figure behind you. You look exhausted, but he looks somewhat tired too, if the heavy rise and fall of his torso tells you anything, since the talismans on his face hide any expression.

But still, you notice he doesn’t let go of you. And strange as it is, you find an odd comfort in that. Part of you says you shouldn’t, but another part doesn’t care. As if sensing your gaze, he looks up from your neck to the mirror, and despite the talismans covering his eyes, you can tell he is looking directly at you.

That’s when you feel a pull, calling your hand to his face, and a thought crosses your mind. What if you removed one of those things?

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[justawrites]

(Wip/Sketch) The Resurrection of a Heretic

You can definitely tell I got really tired after the first few pages but! It's done! Kinda! Pencil and paper sketch but it's done!

It's 3:30 AM so I really need to sleep, but tomorrow I'll add a read-more page by page transcription bc I know my handwriting isn't the easiest thing to read. Heavily recommend viewing in a new tab lol.

Had the Lamb chosen ANY other godless than Wren, and done it any earlier than before Narinder married them, Narinder would have been pissed about this. And unfortunately for Wren, being resurrected while being godless leaves its marks.

Anyway, Lamb stop breaking the laws of Faith for five seconds challenge, level impossible

Transcription below the cut

PAGE 1

Lamb: WREN! Hi! Wren: Hello, Lamb. Lamb, falling back into the water: Baa! Wren: Lamb!

PAGE 2

Wren: You are really bad at getting out of that pond... Lamb: It's the fleece. It's heavy when wet. Wren: Maybe you should forego it when visiting here? Lamb: And not look cool? No way! Wren: Almost drowning in a pool in the spectral plane does not sound very "cool," but to each their own...

PAGE 3 (timeskip, after unseen conversation in which Lamb suggests resurrecting Wren)

Wren: I... am not sure that is a good idea, Lamb. I have been dead for a hundred years now. I am not sure I know how to live anymore. Lamb: It'll be okay- Narinder and I will help you.

Lamb: Since you're not one of my followers, I need your actual body. Wren, as a ghost in the living world: My children will kill you if they see you digging up my grave. Lamb: Don't worry- it's handled!

Elloi (Narinder and Wren's middle daughter, all grown up): Not that we do not appreciate the visit, but our Father is visiting with you...? Kallamar: HAHA I missed my nieces, of course! Kallamar, thinking to himself: You owe me, Lamb! (A small text points to Kallamar, reading " "handling" it")

Wren: I am not sure our brother-in-law is up to that task. My girls are sharp. Lamb, offscreen: I have faith in him. Wren: At least one of us does.

PAGE 4

Wren: Also, uh- a hundred years? My body is nothing but bones and shrouds. Oh, and my death mask... Lamb: That's fine, as long as they're your bones, it will work. Wren: Should... I be worried? Lamb: No, no! I've tested it! Wren: Okay, I'm worried. Lamb: Hey!

Wren: Did you just shove my skeleton in your Crown? Lamb: Well I'm not about to walk out with it in my arms. Your daughters would try to kill me then...

Lamb: Think they'll notice the grave is disturbed? Wren: Minuit visits every morning, so yes. Lamb: Hm. So I should finish this before morning. Wren: If I come back as a zombie, I will bite you. Lamb: Promise? Wren: Lamb! Lamb: I'm kidding!

Lamb: I will miss being able to visit you on a whim, though. Wren: ...

Wren: Well, knowing you, me being alive again will not stop you... Lamb: True. You'll never escape me. We're like- spouse-in-laws or something! Wren: ... Not how it works, but yes, I suppose.

PAGE 5

Lamb: Kallamar is distracting your daughters, but the others should give me enough devotion for this- you know, being gods and Witnesses. Wren: I do not know, no. Lamb: Should I invite Nari? Wren: He will recognize a godless shroud. He might not let you go through with it, if he knows. Not to mention my mask... Lamb: Good point... I'm sure he won't mind if we surprise him!

Lamb: Wait, can you teleport? Wren: I am attached to you right now, so I will be dragged with you. Lamb: Cool....

Wren: I will admit, I will miss floating around like this. Lamb: You'd prefer to stay as a ghost? Wren: Now I did not say that.

Wren: It would take a stronger man than I to pass up the chance to touch their husband again...

Lamb: Oh, I see where your mind is~ Wren: Hold on- get your mind out of the ditch!

Wren: Thank you for not just dropping my skeleton. Lamb: Well, that would be rude. Wren: Kind of like shoving it in a bag... Lamb: It wasn't a bag!

Lamb: I need to put a mark on your skeleton... preferably somewhere subtle. It'll still be visible when you're alive again- any preference? Wren: Not really? Just do not be... weird about it. Lamb: Your hand, then.

PAGE 6

Wren: That is a strange symbol. What is it? Lamb: A modification of an immortality symbol. For my followers, it keeps them from aging- but this version helps me reverse your death. I think it helps meld the body and soul? It's very different from resurrecting my followers...

Lamb: Took me 50 years to think of this... It would not work before that. Wren: You... have been trying to revive me for 50 years?

Lamb: Oh- should I remove your mask? Wren: I would rather not see my own skull. Lamb: You'll be smelling whatever's inside when you wake up if I don't. Wren: ... Yes, remove it please.

Small text pointing to a cloaked Heket and Leshy reads "can't see or hear Wren."

Lamb: Okay! Ready! Wren, just float above your body! Leshy, Heket, Shamura- Witnesses, around the circle.

PAGE 7

Wren: Oh this is weird. Huh...

PAGE 8

Wren, thinking: What do I... do? This feels...

Wren, thinking: strange. Narinder, thinking: Where has everyone gone-?

Narinder: What. Is that Lamb doing now.

PAGE 9

Wren, thinking: It... worked. Wait, how do I breathe-

Shamura, offscreen: Relax.

Shamura: Your body will breathe on its own. Just relax. My siblings and I have been where you are.

Wren, breathing out: Thank you...

PAGE 10

Lamb: It worked! yes! How are you feeling?

Wren: Like I need a bath. Desperately.

Leshy: And clean clothes I bet. Lamb: Yeah, death shrouds a hundred years old is probably not a great feel...

Lamb: Come on- let's get you cleaned up. Wren: Okay... thank you.

text pointing to Wren reads "first bath in 100 years"

Lamb: Quick question- were you... wanting to keep this? Wren: My death shroud?? No?? It is a hundred years old and decaying... Lamb: Just making sure before I burn it.

Wren: I do want to keep the mask, though. Lamb: Got it. text pointing to the Lamb and the shroud reads "sets on fire"

text above the tub Wren is in reads "dunks head"

PAGE 11

Narinder: Lamb, I need to spea- Lamb: NARINDER!

Narinder: Gah! Lamb: Don't come in! You'll ruin the surprise! Narinder: Why are you short-?

Narinder, offscreen: Lamb! We are married! I have seen you naked before! We have bathed together!

Lamb, offscreen: Sorry, Nari- this is a surprise for you, so- please, just wait downstairs? Narinder: Would this have something to do with that ritual from earlier? Lamb: ... Maybe. Narinder: Fine, I will be downstairs. In the library.

Lamb: Hey, got you some robes- Wren: LAMB! Privacy!! Lamb: Relax, you've got nothing I haven't seen before. Wren: I DO NOT CARE- Lamb: You're gonna ruin your hair drying it like that-

PAGE 12

Wren: If you put your symbol on me I will hit you. Lamb: Too late, it's already on your hand. Wren: I meant that triangle thing, actually. Lamb: Oh- don't worry, the robe is symbol-free.

Wren: So this is permanent? Lamb: yeah, sorry- in all my experiments, removing it did... weird things. Wren: How did you "experiment," anyway? Lamb: Let's not talk about that...

Lamb: I think I liked what you wore in the After better. Wren: Mm, but that was a bit... gravity-defying. Lamb: Bet I could figure it out...

Wren: Being alive feels so weird... Lamb: yeah, I get it.

PAGE 13

Narinder: There you are, Lamb. Now, what did you-

Wren: Hello again, love.

Narinder: Wren...? How...? Wren: The Lamb is stubborn.

Narinder: You died... You are godless... The Lamb should not have been able to... Wren: They would not take that as an answer.

Wren: Besides, you have done the impossible before, too.

PAGE 14

Lamb: Soo you're not mad that I went behind your back to revive a godless person?

Text reads "Grabs"

Narinder: Do not ever do that again. ... But no. I am not mad. This time.

Lamb: Well, if Wren died again, I make no promises... but no one else. Not many ghosts with bodies still around, anyway...

Narinder: You are the most stubborn god I know. Thank you...

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Ambrose and Elliot #33

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Warnings: noncon

Lord Richard Dael steered his horse down the road, its hooves clopping on the stone.

The people paid him no mind, which irritated him to no end. Back in the day, it would be a privilege to see a Lord in the city. They should be standing in awe, greeting him.

Peasants needed to know their place.

Richard scanned the crowd, looking for that white-haired boy he’d seen many times before. He couldn’t make these peasants respect him, but he could at least amuse himself with one of them.

There he was. Alone, thankfully. The little girl he was often with seemed to be somewhere else.

Richard guided his horse to the side of the street, pulling up to the boy.

“Hi, there,” he smiled, and the young man looked nervous. He was so… tempting. Worn and frayed clothes, desperate for money, a cute face. An easy mark.

“Uh- hello.”

“I have a job opening at my estate. Are you interested?”

The kid’s eyes went wide. “What kind of job?” he asked. Gods, it was almost too easy.

“Just some cleaning,” he lied. “Maybe a couple times a week; pay at the end of the month.”

“How much?” Richard wanted to correct him-  ‘How much, My Lord’- but now wasn’t the time. That particular satisfaction would come soon enough.

“We can discuss it later. How about I show you what needs done right now and we’ll go from there?”

“Right now?”

“Well-” Richard said, drawing it out. “If you’re not interested…”

“No, no! I��m interested!” he said, desperate. 

Richard grinned. 

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[REDACTED] followed Lord Dael into the house. It was huge, with gorgeous stone floors and tall ceilings. 

He had heard about such wealth, but to see it was something else. And Lord Dael was a minor lord. [REDACTED] couldn’t even imagine what a real palace would look like.

“Um, are you sure you only need me a few times a week? It’s a really big place.”

Lord Dael smiled at him, and he relaxed. “I have staff for the rest, but there’s a couple rooms that need extra attention. It won’t take long.”

“Okay.”

The hall floors echoed as they walked, and [REDACTED] noticed there weren’t any other people around. Odd. He expected servants or something. He looked for any sign they weren’t alone, but there wasn’t any.

Maybe the staff had the day off?

“Just in here,” Lord Dael gestured, opening the door for him.

“Thank you,” [REDACTED] said, and he stepped inside. 

It was a bedroom, a beautiful room with a huge canopy bed and plush rugs, dark wood furniture and more books than he’d ever seen before. The walls even had wallpaper in vibrant colors.

Lord Dael closed the door behind them, and it clicked shut.

“It’s beautiful,” he said.

“I’m glad you think so.” A hand landed on the back of his neck, and something was wrong.

“Um-”

Dael shoved him forward, and [REDACTED] stumbled. The Lord was on him again in a second, pushing him by the shoulders.

“What are you-”

“Quiet,” he snapped, and [REDACTED]’s heart began to pound.

The lord forced him over the side of the bed. His hands wandered, and [REDACTED] felt sick.

“No- No, don’t-” Dael shoved his face into the mattress, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe.

His pants were yanked off, his underwear shoved down.

Move, fight back, anything- but his body was frozen against his will.

Tears pooled and ran down his face as Dael felt him up.

“Please don’t do this,” he sobbed into the down covers.

Dael gripped his hair, yanking his head backwards. “Shut. Up.” He shoved [REDACTED]’s head back down, and [REDACTED] heard a drawer open.

A slick coolness prodded at his opening, and [REDACTED] thanked the gods for small mercies.

___________________

The sex was violent and rough, and with every thrust he felt like his organs were being torn out of him.

He cried and cried, and his only thought was please stop!

Sudden heat spilled inside of him, and [REDACTED] fell to his knees as Lord Dael pulled out. His legs shook, and his chest felt empty and hollow.

He curled against the bed frame, panting.

Lord Dael tucked himself back into his pants, and [REDACTED] had never been so relieved. He felt filthy and just wanted to go- 

Dael grabbed a fistfull of his hair, and [REDACTED] yelped as the Lord pulled him up. His legs were so weak, and it hurt.

Dael dragged him down the hall by his hair, and [REDACTED] struggled to keep up. 

His brain was still in shock from the assault, his thoughts scrambled, and he didn’t know where they were going.

Dael shoved him into another room. [REDACTED] fell to the floor, dazed. 

And then the door slammed behind him and the lock thunked shut.

[REDACTED] shot up off the floor, adrenaline overriding the pain. 

The door was stone, the walls were stone, the floor was stone-

He was in a cell.

[REDACTED] rushed to the door, pulling on the handle, but it was locked solid.

“Lord Dael!” he called. “Please, Lord Dael! Please let me out! I have to go home! Please!”

There was no answer.

“Please! I won’t tell anyone! I swear!”

He pounded his palm against the door until it hurt, but no one came.

[REDACTED] sank to his knees, sobbing. If this was the job, he didn’t want it. No matter what it paid.

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Hours passed, and still no one had come for him. He had moved away from the door, and curled up in the corner for some warmth. His pants were still missing, and he was so hungry. He had skipped breakfast to make sure there was enough for his sister, and-

His sister. Who was going to pick her up from school? 

[REDACTED] thunked his head against the cold stone wall.

The lock on the door slid open, and he sat up.

“Lord Dael?” he asked. No answer. “I- I would like to go home, please.”

Lord Dael stepped into the room, holding a small bag. He crossed his arms, and [REDACTED]’s heart sank.

“Is- is that my pay?” he asked weakly, and Lord Dael grinned. 

“I said at the end of the month, didn’t I?”

[REDACTED] wiped his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Yes, what?”

His mind whirled. What did Dael mean? [REDACTED] was desperate to please him; he didn’t want to go through that again.

“Yes… sir?” he tried, and Lord Dael tossed the bag at him. [REDACTED] looked inside.

An apple and a piece of bread.

“Th- thank you.”

Dael raised a brow. “I- I mean, thank you, sir.”

Lord Dael turned, and the door slammed behind him again and was locked.

He just needed to get through a month. A month.

[REDACTED] covered his face and sobbed.

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i did my best boss o7 again almost not following the prompt

no beta we just die

“You know you can tell me anything la Mia preda?”

Donna sat next to you on the long and upscale couch. She sat close but out of arm's reach. Her body language attentively leaned in but open.

You looked deeply into her eyes, sparkling a beautiful brown in the dim artificial lighting of her house. You would love to have gotten lost in them but it would've been rude to ignore her.

“Yeah.” you trailed off into thought despite being aware the answer was not quite good enough.

You always got a sense of danger coming from Donna after she clearly caught wind of your affections. Although you'd thought that you were mostly past the point of being just a lay because well it's been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Donna and there had been none of the aforementioned “laying”. In fact this was the first time you were in Donna's house where you didn’t feel you were in ‘danger’ of being a one night stand. Even if in past times you only made it as far as the door.

Despite the big step you were much more comfortable that you were not just going to be eaten up.

You had the sense in the past people only came in to never come back, whatever reason that was. 

You were not letting yourself be one of those people.

You made sure to try to get to know the real Donna and not just her professor, but damn if she didn't keep you at arm's length.

“Something wrong? You put the smile back on your face.

“No, I'm fine just thinking about you.”

This caused a wry smile to crawl onto Donna's lips.

Ah. there was that sense of danger again.

“You know i don't wanna just sleep with you right?” you couldn't help but blurt out in the moment. While maybe not true to the initial impression you truly meant it. Feeling slight guilt for the initial lusting.

Donna's face shifted into an expression of slight melancholy and culpability.

“What if i told you that's what i wanted from you instead.:

“I wouldn't believe you.”

Despite all Donna tried there was a loneliness about her, big and apparent as an Olympic size swimming pool.

It wasn't immediately fathomable to the average person why she would be. She was quite the popular person on an opinion-al level and mostly kept to herself otherwise.

But to you it seems it was clear as day every one that comes leaves the way they came.

Donna was silent. She could say the opposite but a silent understanding was that it'd be a lie.

“And if you knew the real me, if I actually did want more, would you leave?”

“Never.” you didn't hesitate to answer back.

“ the most amazing part is that i somehow believe you [y/n]”

“Then let me make you more than believe.” you reached a warm hand towards hers. Gently lacing your warm fingers with her icy ones.

She stared at the contact with a shy smile. You've never seen you look so bare.

_________

It's been a couple weeks since you've gotten Donna to open up. You've learned many things about her. A couple of things being:

Donna's is actually shy and embarrassed often enough to see her face flush a bit. Especially when she receives compliments from you nowadays. It seems she really believes you now, and doesn't keep you at arms length.

The few times you had seen Donna eat it had been medium rare meat. You'd offered to cook for her but she insisted that you don't since she was a picky meatatarian. Which you'd tried to scold her about but she assured you that she was as healthy as could be.

She loves cats and she has one of them of her own named Angie: A ragdoll with unique markings.

She's slightly allergic to the sun, and that's why she mostly lives at night.

And while naturally shy she'd learned to be confident in her ‘many’ years alive. (although she barely look 30)

You've noticed that her ears twitch excitedly when she sees you for the first time that day.

And finally noticed that when open she truly loves people and things deeply.

______

You went to knock on Donna's door for the third time this week, and like all the others Donna seemed to have noticed you coming because before you had time to knock she had already opened the  door.

Donna seemed genuinely happy whenever you came over and you could say the same.

“Mi-” she coughed loudly 

“[y/n]- would you like some wine this very late evening?”

“No thank you, I know you don't personally drink.”

Hearing this Donna couldn't help but pull you close to her.

“That's true, I prefer to get drunk on your presenza.”

Wrapping her arms around your waist; Donna smiled at you dreamily.swaying gently while humming, savoring the moment between the two of you. Leaning into the moment you rest your head on her chest.

Making note of,, the lack of heartbeat…?]

Donna was truly enraptured by the moment to notice the worry going on in your head for your lover.

You slowly pulled away.

“Donna, are you feeling well?”

“Better than ever, why?”

“Your heart beats are very faint, I can't hear it.” you half lied.

“Ah, don't worry, that's not a problem.” she gave you an assuring smile.

“It's been like that for a long time.” she assured you. Holding on to your hand leading into the next area of the house. She really did seem ok so you pushed worry and that ever bleeding sense of danger away for the time being.

_____ Donna leads you around to a part of her house that you had seen but really explored before. The most noticeable feature was a slightly ornate door that clearly led to the backyard.

You had never been there but you could tell it was a special place for Donna.

Yet today, She let you in.

It was the most splendid beautiful garden the moonlight could provide.

All the flowers were heavily budding, the various smells of each mixed and perfumed the air in an enchanting way. 

You felt gifted to be shared with this.

“-[y/n]” again she almost called you something else and hesitated. Donna was clearly holding back. 

“I wanted you here specifically tonight because this moon the flowers will bloom, and i wanted it to share it with you [y/n]”

Just like a flower a smile blossomed across your face.

“Thank you, I know how special this place is to you.”

Donna bit her lip and wrapped her arms around your waist once again.

“Of course m-mi tesoro” she paused, not sure if you could understand what was being said “my darling..” 

You beamed in the moonlight as you returned the gesture. Resting your arms on her shoulder, lacing the fingers behind Donna's neck.

Finding yourselves intimately close once again you could feel her exhale against your skin. Her hands moving down to the small of your back. Both your gazes flickering between the others eyes and somewhere lower.

“Mi tesoro, may i kiss you.” you nodded as the distance closed between the two of you. Sharing the first of many kisses. Paying no mind to the now blossoming flowers you had come here for.

[random-townie]

Tweaking up the Holiday Calendar for my save file

Did you ever notice how in TS4 Winterfest and New Year's Eve holidays are placed at the end of the winter season to be immediately followed by spring and Love Day at the end of spring?

While in reality Xmas is actually right at the beginning of the winter, Valentines Day and Carnival are both also in winter.

It's not like it bothers me that much usually, but I decided to fix it for my save file. And create custom holidays with custom traditions that I see more fit into my game. Here's how and what changes I made.

Fist of all I made sure I have LittleMsSam's mod that changes the 28 days long seasons to 21 days. This way the entire Sim year consists of 12 weeks/months, 3 for each of the seasons.

This mod is super optional, but I like to have it - 7 days is too short for me, 14 is almost enough, but 28 is also an exaggeration.

Next in live mode I deleted default holidays from the calendar and remade the holiday layout, adding some new fun traditions and days off school and work. This way Sims can use their PTO to combine with holidays and have longer vacation. Just like we do irl.

So here's the holiday calendar for my save so far. Maybe it will inspire you to make your own holidays, if you never messed with the calendar feature before. I may have used custom holiday icons or traditions here. I for sure use mods that add them, just not sure if I used them here. But if you spot something not in your game, just ask 😊

New Year's Eve & New Year's Day

Party is on Sunday - this way most of the working Sims will have a day off anyway and the traditions are very standard - party hard. On Monday after though Sims can enjoy a day off work and school to sleep off the hangover, clean up after party mess, let their stomachs heal by little fasting and chill playing some games.

2. Love Day

It's pretty standard romantic traditions, but takes place in the middle of third week of winter.

3. Carnival Day

During the Carnival day Sims will traditionally invite friends over to have a costume party. It also marks the end of winter season. It's on Saturday so party that day won't interfere with those pesky jobs next day morning. At least for most!

4. Bloomfest

Bloomfest is the first spring holiday and it's a celebration of the world coming back into colors after the winter months. Flower Bunny spreads flowers that day, Sims tend their gardens and invite friends and family for the Egg Hunt.

5. Spring Break

Just before start of the summer, Sims can enjoy a little Spring Break. On Fridays they usually meet with friends and neighbors at the BBQ, prepare gardens for summer season or go for a short holidays to the beach in Sulani or Granite Falls before the summer heath hits. Following Saturday is also a day off for anyone who works that day, but there's no traditions, you can just do whatever and enjoy the day.

6. SunSplash Day & Summer Break

In the middle of the summer there is 3-days long break for Sims to fully enjoy the life and rest from the work and school routine. On the first day Sims usually enjoy it to the max - beaches, pools, ice creams, BBQ, travelling outside their towns. Next two days have no traditions, they are just well deserved days off.

Although kids and teens in TS4 have vacation days for their "occupation", there is no real summer holiday season for those poor guys. School like work all damn year, that must be really fun.

7. Spooky Night

Spooky Night it's the day when some Sims prefer to party and kids are going Trick or Treat. Others will think of their late loved ones. Or both.

8. Harvestfest

Harvestfest happens on last Friday of the Autumn weeks. Decorating homes, lighting up cozy fireplaces, eat festive foods and practice being thankful.

9. Winter Wonderfest

Last but not least there's the great Winter Wonderfest. The first day is for the preparations. Dress up the three, light up the candles, decorate the house and make sure it's pristine before the guests coming next day.

On Friday there's the proper celebration time with Father Winter, presents and other festive activities.

[starbright-sunset]

I Wanna Love You Both [Pt. 2]

[Pt. 1] “Maybe tomorrow”, Skate thought now that it was about a week or so later. He was out and about with Coil, holding the canine demon’s hand as they approached the little studio apartment that the skater and DJ shared. Skate and Boom have lived together for awhile by now, most of it being paid by all of the money the green DJ gets from- Y’know- Being a famous indie DJ! Skate tried his best, pooling in whatever money he could get from fights to help out, but BB would always tell him to “Not worry about it” and that he didn’t wanna make Skate feel pressured to help out if he genuinely couldn’t. That’s one thing Skate loved so much about his childhood friend. That BB was so kind and understanding, that he didn’t try to force anything out of the skater if Skate genuinely wasn’t able to do it. There was so much that Skate appreciated and loved about the green demon, but his thoughts were all jumbled up right now. A squeeze came to his hand which caused him to look up, head tilted towards Coil before he finally realized where they were. Okay, fuck, guess it was now or never! Skate hesitated a little, letting go of Coil’s hand and hurrying up to the apartment’s floor, Coil trailing not too far behind him. Coil didn’t need to come, Skate didn’t ask him to come, but he really appreciated the fact he did anyway. He needed moral support so badly. There it was: the “beautifully” decorated door to the apartment. Stupid little graphic stickers, spray paint marks and all sorts of dorky little signs plastered over it. Playground didn’t care if you decorated the outside of your apartment as long as you didn’t accidentally decorate your neighbor’s too! Skate sucked in a breath, holding it there before exhaling. He looked back, noticing Coil hanging around the top of the stairs. Okay, Coil was there in case he needed him. Thank god because he was so worried about how this would go. After a moment of silence, Skate raised his fist and knocked on the door rather loudly. The music from inside of the apartment died down, followed by the sound of similar footsteps. Soon enough the door opened, realizing the green demon dressed down in some pajamas. A t-shirt and some dorky striped pants that Skate had gotten BB as a joke for Christmas one year. BB perked up, smiling at Skate as the eyes of his visor turned into little “^ ^” to properly express it. “Hey man! Finished up with that little boyfriend of yours?” The pair laughed, a tiny huff of amusement falling from Skate’s nostrils. “Nah. He’s not too far behind… But uh- I wanted to talk to you about somethin’, Boom. If you’re uh- Not busy or anything!” The DJ paused, taking notice of the slight shake within Skate’s voice. It was weird, it was worrying, Skate normally never sounded nervous before. Hell! BB’s had to be the nervous one out of the both of them on multiple occasions. He leaned on the doorframe, nodding with his arms crossed. He was willing to listen. Skate gulped, fidgeting with the little straps of his helmet. Fuck, he didn’t really think of how he’d do this. How would he bring it up? What would he even say? His mind was racing, screaming at him to back out of it now and never come back. But BB was already here, he was already listening. Listening and waiting, being a comforting presence instead of a pressure on him. He loved BB for that too, he loved how comfortable Skate felt around him, how BB would never pressure anything out of him. Skate just needed to say it. He just needed to do it.

“So… Y’know how me and Coil are dating?” The skater started, watching as BB nodded. “Well. Um. Fuck, I’m sorry- There’s just somethin’ I really wanna tell you but I’m just- I’m just worried.” BB stepped closer, taking a hold of one of Skate’s hands, the color that dusted the skater’s cheeks not going unnoticed. “It’s okay, man. Really. You don’t gotta like- Force yourself to talk if you don’t wanna. Take your time, okay? Remember all of the times I’ve told you to relax and take your time?” Skate nodded and closed his eyes, gently gripping onto BB’s hand. BB was right, Skate just needed to relax. If he was all fucked up and stuttery, he’d never be able to do this. He stood there, taking a moment to collect himself before he opened his eyes, looking down at the green demon. “BB. I’m in love with you. Like- The same kind of “I’m in love with you” like I am with Coil. I like- Like the “I’m in love with you” in the way that means I wanna date you. I wanna date you, kiss you, cuddle you and all of that mushy gushy lovey stuff. But like- I never said anythin’ cause like- Cause I was worried you’d think I was weird for having a boyfriend, but also wantin’ you too.” A silence washed over the two once Skate was done talking. They stared at each other, the tension feeling incredibly high for the skater. He didn’t like that BB seemed to be taking so long to answer. Had he messed up? Did BB think he was weird for wanting to love both him and Coil? Was he- “Skate… You’re so damn cute, didja know that?” Skate was pulled from his anxious thoughts once the DJ spoke, cheeks burning even redder by now. “Huh?” “I said you’re so damn cute. Come here.” Skate couldn’t get a word out before he was pulled down, lips colliding with the smaller demon’s. Skate’s hands shot up, grabbing onto BB’s shoulders as the pair kissed outside of the apartment. Neither of them cared if someone saw them, hell, Skate kind of liked that Coil could see them. The skater’s tail wagged happily, the pair pulling apart and smiling at each other. The digital eyes of BB’s visor turned into little hearts as Skate leaned forward, hugging onto the smaller demon tightly. A sweet stillness washed over them as they hugged, neither of them hearing the soft footsteps of Coil until the bi-colored demon came up from behind, wrapping his arms around Skate’s waist into a hug. Coil growled lovingly, putting his chin onto Skate’s shoulder. BB snorted and moved forward, rubbing his cheek against Skate’s chest. “So?” Coil started, staring at the two other demons. “Yeah. I’ll date both of you.” BB ended, a grin plastered across his face. Coil looked a little surprised, not thinking that BB would be interested in him as well. Skate got all excited, tail perking up and wagging like mad. Yes! This is the best outcome ever! The trio laughed before BB invited them both inside, the door closing behind the now group of little lovers.

[justanamesstuff]

feeling angsty lately, what if reader is having low self steem and slowly she changes her habits or clothes, until matty notices and brings the topic

Uff this hits too close to home 😅

Warning: low self-esteem, intrusive thoughts, fuck society.

"Going to take a shower before we head out, Matty." you inform him.

Matty has all his focus on his phone, reading some article he just mentioned...laughing about how absurd it is. You hear his quiet 'aha' walking upstairs.

You turn the knob, the water falling and hitting the bathtub, meanwhile you get naked in front of the mirror. Your eyes tracing every body part.

The scrutiny is harsh. You hate the reflection, you hate how your skin looks dry...how your stretch marks are showing every day a bit more and all around. The intrusive thought repeating 'should've exercised more'...'what does Matty see in me?' 'he's probably disgusted'. You can't stop butchering your self-worth, until a sound downstairs startles you....going to shut the thoughts under the water.

***

Weeks go by before Matty starts to put the pieces together. You wear long sleeves and baggy clothes, so they can swallow your form. He also notices you don't want to get naked in front of him any more, but he tries to downplay it as you being tired or stressed with work.

Although everything finally makes sense for him, when after coming home early he founds you inside your shared bedroom staring at your self...your face full of disgust looking at every part of you he adores.

"Hi, love."

Matty watches her eyes widen through the mirror, before Y/n quickly reaches for a towel to shield her body from him. His heart breaking.

"Hello."

"Everything alright?" he keeps his distance.

"Yeah...yeah..." she doesn't make eye contact, too embarrassed. "I'll- I'm going to get change. I'm-"

"Y/n?" Matty cuts her, she can't help but look at him like a deer spooked by headlights. "What's going on?"

She holds the towel close as if her life depends on it. "What do you mean?"

"Baby, please." he begs, taking one step closer.

"I- I'm sorry." when tears pool around her eyes, Matty doesn't wait a second to round her with his arms.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Y/n cries into his shoulder.

"Please talk to me so I can help."

You take a step backwards, staring at him. "What do you see in me?"

"Y/n?" Matty looks between your eyes, looking for answers.

"I...You can do so much better than me."

"Baby, no."

"Yes!" she shouts. "Look at me, I'm fucking horrible...and I keep pretending I'm enough for you when I'm clearly not..."

He waits until you finishes, giving you the space to speak freely. Matty hears you huff.

"That's all?" your heart freezing thinking he's not interested about your true feelings.

"I- Yes! I don't know."

For a few minutes, you two stand close, looking into each other's eyes.

"Can you drop the towel, baby?" he suddenly asks.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

You do. The air inside his lungs getting stucked, his veins pumping rapidly...even though Matty tries to keep the composure, this is about you, not him.

"Turn about, Y/n."

The mirror is behind you. Looking at your body again, in front of his eyes, is not something you want to do at the moment.

"Matty."

"Please."

You obey his order, feeling how his clothed chest comes in contact with your back. Matty's arms rounding you, closer but not in contact with your skin.

"Tell me what you see..."

The air is lacking around you. All you can sense is his presence and his hands closer.

"I-" you stutter. "My hips are very wide."

You wait for Matty, but his only response is a quiet 'mhm' encouraging you to continue. His hands founding a home on the place you mentioned, and chin resting on your shoulder.

"I hate the stretch marks because there's anything I can do to get rid of them..."

You keep going and going about the stuff you hate. Matty's eyes following every spot you name without saying more words.

When you finish the list of things you hate about yourself, Matty attaches his lips to your neck and his hands roam around your stomach. Your body coming to life, your body heat rising.

"Matty." you breathe out.

"I know there aren't enough words I can say to make you see how beautiful you are, Y/n." Matty whispers, the air coming from his mouth caressing your skin. "But if me repeating them every single day of our life can slightly convince you of how breathtaking you're, I'll not hesitate, my love. You're not only drop-dead gorgeous...you're my soulmate, Y/n. You're the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with...soul and body. Even when our skin wrinkles, because time passes and our bodies can't fight that, I'll spend hours touching you, loving you, Y/n."

Your head fells forward, feeling tears streaming down your face. "I'm sorry." you tell him.

Matty softly lifts your head, touching your chin with two of his fingers. His eyes burning yours through the reflection.

"I understand, Y/n. Sometimes this happens to me-" you shake your head. "Yes. But that's normal...I hope next time this happens, you don't hide from me, baby. I want to help you if I can...I want to show you how much I adore you...would you let me do that?"

"Yes."

"Come on, baby." Matty says, taking your hand and guiding you towards your bed.

[thesmokingguns]

Shadow Monster w/ Duff McKagan

She stuck to the shadows because who would want to see her in the light of day? Her face was a reminder of a bad thing that had happened to a good person. A scared little girl who had gotten attacked by the big bad wolf. His claw marks tore open her pale skin, leaving jagged scars on her face that people stared at for too long or flinched away from.

Once upon a time she was pretty. But now she was a monster. So she stayed in the shadows to avoid becoming someone else's nightmare.

As much as she stalked in the inky void of shadows, trying to avoid being the prey to someone else she had a predator following after her. His eyes hunting her as she moved along in quick bursts to escape sight, sticking to alleyways and fence lines that blocked her from view.

But he saw her.

He always saw her.

“Found you little darkness.” he threw down the cigarette, his car creeping along as she moved, headphones over her ears, hood pulled up to block out anyone from seeing her.

But Duff saw her. He always saw her.

They dubbed her little red riding hood in the papers. The girl with strawberry hair in eyes so big, brown with gold specks that stared at whoever had snapped the picture outside of court. She was only 18 years old and her eyes were endless pools of broken promises and pain. Duff had seen her, the case had taken over the media. Her mother had married someone who was more monster than man. He had attacked her, chained her up and beat her within an inch of her life. She had escaped through a window in the basement that had been broken by neighborhood kids playing a game of baseball. But as she tried to crawl out of the jagged broken space he had caught her ankle, dragging her through the sharp glass.

Her screams caught the attention of the kids hunting for their baseball. One of them had a cop for a father and she had been rescued within minutes after months of dark, dank basement.

Her freedom should have made her happy but Duff watched his obsession shrink and shrink, lurking with the nightmares in the dark. He had some sense of need to protect her, an obsession some would say to follow her around. Make sure she made it from the small boutique back home. Make sure her library books were returned on time. Change out the milk in her fridge so she didn’t eat anything bad, add a few boxes of pasta to her stash, replace the butter because she hates red sauce. Small things she noticed and appreciated but never questioned.

She thought she was crazy because even though she stuck to the shadows she was still afraid of the dark.

Duff waited outside her apartment, watched the light come on and her shadows moving around the place, checking for monsters that he had already cast out, before he climbed up the fire escape, taking up his perch outside her bedroom to peek in and make sure she was all set.

He had been bolder today.

And he watched her notice. Watched the way her hand touched the yellow tulip with the tip of her finger, stroking its petal with a look of confusion on her face. He had wanted to bring a little sunlight to her gloom. Give her a gift.

Once he had approached her on the street, tried to talk to her and introduce himself but it’s hard to let someone scared of showing her face let her know she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

So he had to do this. Small little things to make her know that she was his soulmate.

Her fingers touched the card he had left for her, her eyes reading line by line.

‘I’m here when you’re ready’

Her hands trembled, the hood falling from her face as her scars came into view. Duff watched the way she sat hard on the bed, her back to him so he couldn’t see her beauty.

“Are you here?” she asked into the empty room, looking at the closet like he was going to come out of that. But he had boundaries. He wasn't going to come in uninvited when she was awake.

“Yes.” he whispered but it was loud enough for her to turn, sharply as she raised her hood, hiding from him as their eyes met through the window.

Her breathing was heavy, watching him like a caged animal waiting for him to attack her but Duff was here to love her, not to scare her anymore. He held up his hands, waiting for her to make a move.

She stood, moving towards the window, not opening the glass but it was so thin he could hear her from between the panes.

“You’re the man from the library. The one who said I was…” she couldn’t say the words.

“Beautiful.” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her. “You’re beautiful, Amara.” Her eyes blinked, her hands on the hood as she looked at him, trying to make sense of what this man was doing here.

Doug. Dan. Dally.

What was his name?

He was stalking her. She realized that. ALl the little things that had made her feel insane starting to make sense as this blonde man with eyes that were too kind stared through her window. He had called her beautiful before and he wasn't flinching away as he called her beautiful now.

Maybe she was a fetish to him.

She lowered her hood, watching the way his eyes stayed on hers. Not the scar. No flinching. Just her.

“Why me?” she whispered. She had fallen into the attention of a man who was supposed to protect her and love her mother. Had been hurt by the attention of someone else before and now here this stranger was, following her as she tried to hide in the shadows. Trying to bring life and light to her darkness.

“Because the first time I saw your picture and looked into your eyes I knew you were it for me, little darkness. I knew that I never wanted to see another bad thing happen to you. I wanted to be the sunshine to your rain, the stars to your night, the light to your life.” He wasn’t scared to tell her how enraptured he was with her, “I’ve followed you to make sure you’re safe. I’ve changed your smoke alarm batteries, made your bed when you forget in the morning, and even took the mouse out of the trap before you saw it. I just want to be there for you.” His hand reached out, touching the window glass.

Would she let him in?

“Do you watch me when I sleep?” He didn’t look away as he nodded his head, not ashamed of it. “WIll you watch over me tonight? I’m tired and scared.” She admitted it to him as he watched her, licking his dry lips as he nodded.

“I’ll always watch over you. You’re safe.” She nodded her head, kicking off her shoes as she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over her, eyes on Duff’s as she watched him.

Her stalker.

Her eyes started drifting closed.

Or maybe he was the nightlight she needed to feel safe to sleep at night.

[okjetaime]

"Hello, Crowley."

"Oh, wow, to what do I own the honour, Supreme Archangel?" the bitter venom tries its best to cover the pool of feelings underneath; grief, guilt, longing, hope.

"I guess I'm just here to say I'm sorry."

"As in, sorry, you were wrong to think heaven can be fixed? and you realise now how stupid that idea is?"

"No!" frustrated grunt, hands clenched and unclenched, deep breath. "how come you just can't see--" another deep breath. Not the thing he came to say. This is not going to end up like last time. "That's actually not what I'm here about. Crowley."

The way he says his name. Like a prayer, like a plea, like a praise.

"I'm here to say I'm sorry because I realised there is a fact that might not have been made clear to you before."

"..."

"I never knew how to tell you, and this whole mess is making it even harder, but I have to try. Especially now that we are apart," for the first time in God knows how many years. Loss and loneliness really opens one's eyes. "I don't want you to think for a second that I don't love you, because I do, and if I ever say or do anything to lead you to think otherwise, that would be what I'm most sorry about."

"...say that again?"

"Seriously, Crowley, do you want the dance, too? I'm sorry, okay?"

Well, the dance might be nice for some other time, but, "no, only th-- the other part."

"Oh," a soft, sad smile. "I love you, Crowley."

(The world stops, as if to mark this moment down in its history forever.)

A sniff, a chuckle, "wow."

"I know we have a lot of disagreements between us right now, but I want this one thing to be what we're both sure about."

And that alone would have cured all the hurt, the broken pieces, the shattered hearts.

If only love was enough.

"Is this revenge?"

"Hmm?"

"You're gonna drop that on me then prance back to heaven like it means nothing?"

"I... was half hoping that I won't have to go back alone this time." The words alone and this time come out more full of emotions than he intended them to.

"You know I would have followed you anywhere, right?"

"But not heaven."

So, he does understand. "Not heaven."

A nod, defeated. "Even so, can you forgive me?"

"I'm... gonna have to think about it." (Of course I do, of course I do, of couse I do.)

"Alright, then," a sad smile, with glint of tears in the eyes. "I need to go back now. Can't let them notice." (Or you'll be in danger.)

One last look, filled to the brim with all the things left unsaid. At least they both can cross one out from that long list now.

"This is goodbye then, for now." (Please let it only be for now, please don't let it be forever, please don't let this be the last time.)

[ldysmfrst]

Reciprocal Synergy (4) - Fortune

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3,859

Work count for Story: 10,354

Genre: Omegaverse Au based off KinnPorsche: Thai BL Drama

Each chapter starts with a definition.

Warnings: NOT BETA READ!! This chapter mentions guns, the presentation of the second gender, feral Alpha, and ownership.

Library of LdySmFrst / Reciprocal Synergy Master List

For·tune

/ˈfôrCHən/

Noun

arrival of something in a sudden or unexpected manner; chance; accident.

Making their way across the crowd of spectators, Kinn, and his crew come across other Miss Sha Den members who notice them passing. Each of them fluffed their scents in an attempt to gain Kinn’s attention. Unfortunately for them, Kinn already has his sights set on Y/n. 

The Omega that has maple and caramel scents, even though her back wounds should bend her natural scent into burnt sugar. What Y/n has done to gain such a nasty punishment is still a mystery. It is challenging to survive as the plaything of a feral Alpha, especially with the indication that y/n will be used again tonight for a potential feral Alpha.

Kinn finds it amazing that while he came here to collect one individual, he seems to be leaving with two. However, he doubts that Y/n or Porsche already know they are his. 

“Kinn,” Tay calls, setting his pace to match. “You can’t give Y/n to Phoenix. Her back isn’t fully healed. She will die if she gets chewed and clawed up again.”

“I have no intention to allow that to happen,” admits Kinn. 

Tay pauses, looking at his friend and over to the Omega in question as she waits at the entrance of the VIP area, kneeling with her head on a swivel, looking for them to arrive. “You are going to keep her, aren’t you?”

Glancing around, Kinn leans into Tay, making it look like he is allowing the Alpha to scent him, “Tay, keep it hushed, please. I don’t want anyone in Miss Sha’s Den to understand my intention. I worded the request hopefully in a way that will hold up if the Triads call me into question.”

“I thought so, but I didn’t want to question you in that little room,” comments Tay while playing into the action without actually scenting Kinn. “I will pull more of my men to line the outside so we can get out faster. Time has men near, too.”

Kinn pulls back with a flirty smile before continuing to the tank's east corner. 

Interestingly enough, the east corner has been made into a multilevel sloping edge, like it was at one time, the pool's shallow end leading to the depths of the other end. If only this pool's creator understood how it would be used in the future, maybe they wouldn’t have created such a metaphoric basin. 

Y/n stands when Kinn nears, tilting her head as expected. Kinn greets her again with a small but honest smile. Understanding the customs of the second gender while not having any of his own, Kinn traps Yn’s jaw in his hand and breathes in her maple scent. Only this time, the maple has more caramel than when she figured out who Kinn was. 

Releasing her jaw and stepping farther into the VIP section, Kinn watches as Y/n’s attention drifts to the awaiting competitors. Standing in all his tanned, lean-muscled glory is Porsche or, as they call him, Phoenix. 

His eyes are on the VIP area, and he watches Y/n’s movements like a predator hunting his prey. This action makes Kinn wonder if there is a history between the two. Was he the one to make the marks marring her back already??

Taking his seat, Kinn calls out, “Y/n, come here, please, and explain to me what you know of this main match.”

Quickly following the directions, Y/n kneels at Kinn’s feet as she watches for Tay and Time to take their seats. Once everyone is settled, she begins, “Well, Mr. Jay said it had been too long since the Phoenix had been shown that he wasn’t Invincible. The Alphas fighting against him will come out in various stages.”

“Are you telling me that the Phoenix has an ego, which is why there is a crowd?” Time smugly asks. 

“Well, Phoenix hasn’t lost a match in the last six months, and Mr. Jay doesn’t seem to like that the fans are starting to call him the Champion of the People,” Y/n clarifies. 

Kinn listens to her words but watches Phoenix start his warm-up. If he hadn’t read the fighter's file, his stretches alone would indicate extensive martial arts training. It takes years of training, or fucking, to be able to bend like that. 

Kinn’s inner ear beeps, startling him from his ogling before Mok is heard, “Khun Kinn, the little brother, is being taken ringside. They will be there in a few seconds.”

Tay and Time's eyes shoot over to Kinn and then to Phoenix, their bodies gaining tension, ready to react at the drop of a hat. Y/n seems to pick up on the tension and the slight change in the three’s scent. 

“Khun Kinn, Sir, is everything alright?” asks Y/n. Her eyes bounce between the three men in the VIP area and out to the ranks of Alpha’s, getting ready to fight. It’s then she takes a gasping breath, “Chay.”

“You know Chay?” Kinn’s eyes drop to the kneeling Omega.

Y/n’s eyes are no longer on the three men. Her eyes are only focused on the young man who looks like a twig version of his brother as he gets dragged up to the edge of the pool area. 

“Omega! Answer me. Do you know Chay?” Kinn demands, wishing he had an Alpha voice to pull an answer from the now burnt-smelling woman at his feet. 

“Yes, I do,” y/n whimpers. “He is the younger brother of Pors... Phoenix and shouldn’t be here. He has just become old enough to be allowed near the fights, but Phoenix has always pushed to keep him out since he hadn’t presented yet. That and he would never want this for his brother.”

A growl resounds in the pool, echoing off the walls as the crowd’s unruly banter mutes. It is the sound of an enraged Alpha. Moments later, the crowd gets hammered with the scent of a burning forest. 

Phoenix or Porsche, whoever he is right now, will go feral before the match even starts, thinks Kinn. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go, but now it’s out of hand. 

Behind Chay, Mr. Jay and Miss Sha walk up. “Phoenix, my men were stopping by your place to check on poor little Chay here to ensure he would be okay for the night when..” Mr. Jay makes a flabbergasted look on his face. “They found Chay collapsed on the floor and his body as hot as lava.”

Miss Sha leans into the neck of the terrified-looking young man before she says, “He has such a lovely, sweet smell, Phoenix. It is almost like mango sticky rice. Once he finishes presenting, I am sure he will make a lovely addition to my Den.”

“Hia, please! I don’t want to join her, Den,” pleads the poor boy, looking at his brother with tears. His body is visibly trembling as he tries to refrain from doubling over in pain that tends to come with anyone’s second gender presenting. 

“You are not joining any Den. You already have a family pack with me and the others. You won’t need a Den,” growls out Phoenix. 

Mr. Jay and Miss Sha laugh at his words. Pulling the crowd in to laugh with them.

“Oh, how you amaze me with thinking you have a choice in the matter, Phoenix,” deadpans Mr. Jay. “You forget that I own you, which means I also own him. If I say he belongs to Miss Sha when he is finished presenting, then so shall it be until you pay off your debts to me.”

Kinn knew there was a debt the family owed, but now they know who holds the leash. Pulling Y/n closer, Kinn leans down and whispers, “Why does he owe Mr. Jay $7.8 billion?”

The shocked look of y/n turns to Kinn. “How do you know about that? Did you come here for Phoenix?”

“I will explain later. Answer my question before this becomes a blood bath,” Kinn demands, meeting her eyes with all the power of his name behind him. 

“Ahh... umm… Porsche and Porchay, real names, their parents died in a car accident when Porsche was just barely a teen. It caused him to present early and feral. His Uncle took out loans to ‘pay’ for the house but lost it to gambling,” answers Y/n. 

“So what does he have to do with his Uncle’s debts?” questions Tay. 

“Well… not entirely sure, but I think his Uncle is dead now, so that might be why,” swallows Y/n. Turning, she looks into Kinn’s eyes. They are hopeful but shine with a plea, “Khun Kinn, please. I know you have something else going on. I can smell it in your scent. You are here for him. Save him from himself right now.”

Glancing at Tay, Time, Big, and Pete, Kinn swallows. This is a tricky situation. It can go wrong in so many different ways. 

“Kinn, if he is presenting as Omega, they must technically show him to the ruling family,” says Tay. “My family.”

A whimper comes from the Omega at their feet. “They live on the outskirts of Phu Khao Thong. It’s not in your region, Khun Tay.”

BINGO.

Kinn stands, pulling the attention of a few nearby spectators. Sauntering with an almost dismissive attitude, Kinn makes his way to the pool's center, just below where Chay, Mr. Jay, and Miss Sha are standing. By this point, Kinn can feel the eyes of everyone on him as his guard, and a few of Tay’s rush to his back. 

A growl comes from Porsche before Kinn looks at him and smiles almost softly, stuttering the growl to a stop when Porsche finally recognizes him.

Looking up at the trio with a look that clearly shows that Kinn is higher on the totem pole, Kinn says, “Mr. Jay and Miss Sha, I am hoping that I am not hearing a claim in the ownership of a newly presented Omega. Am I?”

“Khun Kinn,” Mr. Jay acknowledges him with gritted teeth. “We are not within Theerapanyakun territory. This is no concern of yours.”

A dry chuckle escapes Kinn. Turning slightly to Porsche, Kinn asks, “Phoenix, where is it that your pack resides?”

“We live around Phu Khao Thong, Khun,” responds the Alpha with narrowed eyes, not understanding why that would mean anything. Porsche then looks up to the two holding his brother captive to see their smug smiles drop. 

Paying the stupid people up on the edge of the tank no mind, Kinn continues, “Phu Khao Thong is under my rule. I would like to know why I was not made aware that there was a second-gender presentation underway.”

“He... He didn’t know, Khun, Sir,” Chay speaks up with a squeak as Miss Sha pulls on his arm to get him to shut up. 

Kinn raises his brow at the Alpha standing in the pool with him. Porsche nods, “I haven’t been home recently. With my two jobs and the ring, I am rarely home. Chay just turned of age last week. I took as much time off as possible to be there for when he presented, but then…”

“You got behind on your payments with me and are here to compensate for the loss,” interrupted Mr. Jay.  “You see, Khun Kinn, there is nothing amiss. If you remove yourself from my arena, I want to continue the night activities.”

“Big.” 

One word. One name, then a circle forms around Kinn and Porsche, another around Tay, Time, and Y/n, each with bodyguards ready and aiming for anyone to come close. The final circle is formed around Chay, Mr. Jay, and Miss Sha, but this time, all guns are pointed inward and trained on Mr. Jay and Miss Sha. 

“I am afraid that cannot happen,” Kinn says dismissively. “Phoenix and his kinship are now under my governance and stewardship.”

A small gasp comes from Miss Sha as her eyes dart toward Y/n. 

“That is right, Miss Sha. You have also given me stewardship over the Omega Y/n; she will also accompany me. Besides, the agreement was to ensure she was in the presence of a potentially feral Alpha by night's end.” Kinn looks over Porsche's shoulder to see Y/n’s eyes filled with something unknown. “I will take what is mine and be on our way.”

“Alpha,” Kinn says to Porsche, respectfully acknowledging his second gender, “Please call your Omega to you and we shall be on our way.”

Looking at Kinn, Porsche’s eyes flicker between worry, caution, hope, hate, and longing and settle on determination: “Chay, Omega, come.”

The crowd watches as the youngest present, without any hesitation, follows the order of his brother and Alpha. Pulling away from Miss Sha’s arms, and jumps down the side of the pool, landing gracefully. The fluidity of his movements only seems to be enhanced by the second-gender.

Following Chay is the entourage of guards, not one of them removing their sights from Mr. Jay or Miss Sha, who now stand uneasy at the pool's edge. Eyes around them cast disgust and betrayal. 

“Omega Y/n, please join us,” Kinn calls.

Y/n takes a hesitant step forward when the guards move with her; she continues. Each step grew in urgency to be at Kinn’s side. Tay and Time are following as well. Once they are in a singular circle of protection with Kinn, Tay, Time, Porsche, Chay, and Y/n in the center, Kinn slowly spins in a circle, taking in the gathered crowd. 

“For those of you who do not know who I am. I am Kinn Theerapanyakun, human, and Head of the Theerapanyakun Pack. To my right is Tay Akkarachotsopon, Alpha, heir to his clan, and his Alpha mate, Time Tantijibul,” Kinn introduces them.

“Within my right and with the utmost respect to any person despite their status or second gender, I have come here to settle a debt owed to the Alpha Phoenix. He provided me with protection as a service, and I protected him in return.” Kinn turns to Porsche and pulls out an envelope, handing it to him. “Here is your payment for the protection you provided in saving my life, Alpha.”

Taking the envelope, Porsche is at a loss for words. His mind is racing to the time he spent around the human. He lied to this human. He lied to the head of an entire pack… not just a pack but the Clan pack. It's the highest pack in the area—hell, he is sure it's the highest pack in all of Thailand. 

“Thank you for your show of respect and honor to the ways of your people, Khun Theerapanyakun,” says Chay. “My Alpha brother and I are humbled by your actions. We greatly apologize for failing to inform you of my presentation of my second-gender.”

Kinn nods once at the young man before returning to the crowd, “I am not here to cause trouble, but I cannot say that for Mr. Jay or Miss Sha. You see, Miss Sha has no jurisdiction here, and Mr. Jay was attempting to cause Alpha Phoenix to become feral.”

“Were you aware that the fight you agreed to was with a feral Alpha?” Kinn questions the other Alphas that are gathered in the pool. Many of them shake their heads with anger in their eyes. 

It is well known that it takes a tranquilizer, a strong pack bond, a mate, or the death of the attackers for a Feral Alpha to calm down. The feral Alpha would have been nearly impossible to control with a presenting packmate in the vicinity. 

Slowly, the murmurs of the crowd get louder as they are accompanied by the growls of fighters who would have lost their lives tonight. It’s only then that Mr. Jay and Miss Sha start to pale. It’s when the Alphas start their prowl towards the two, did they finally understand just how screwed they were.

“I think this is our cue to leave,” says Kinn.

As a unit, Kinn leads with Pete and Big walking point. 

Chay, grateful for what Kinn and his friends have done, pulls his brother along and follows close behind Kinn. 

Porsche is still in his mind because this human does not act like most would. First, he respects his Alpha; second, he acknowledges his feral status; and now, he gives his back to that same feral Alpha. 

Tay and Time nudge the Omega Y/n to join Chay and Porsche in the center. Primarily to ensure they remain in their sights and to provide safety. 

The rest of Kinn, Time, and Tay’s guards fall into strategic positions around the five of them. 

Once in the Aquatic Center parking lot, the group of 25 gathered between two large vans and a limo. The guards continued to protect the main five, with Pete and Big joining the inner circle.

“Alpha, Omegas, these are two of my personal guards. Big– Beta and head guard. Pete– Head Omega,” Kinn introduces the two. They all nod and greet respectfully, causing a sense of pride to fill Kinn and Porsche. 

The newly presented Omega, seemingly at peace with everything that has happened, speaks first, “Khun, I really am sorry about not informing you, but it started early this morning.”

This pulls Porsche out of his head. The Alpha looks over his brother, scenting him, purring, “You should have called me, Chay. This isn’t something that you should go through alone.”

“Hia, I am stronger than I look,” he says with a smile. His mango scent puffs out with happiness. “Besides, you are an Alpha. It’s not like you would have known what to do with a presenting Omega.”

Kinn clears his throat, “Speaking of presenting Omegas, you probably haven’t had your first heat. That is not the time to be left alone, Nong.”

A growl rips from Porsche, his eyes tinting amber with his Alpha as he steps between Kinn and Chay. His actions cause the guard to shift in stance, ready to take him down at a moment's notice. 

Kinn raises his hands in the universal gesture of peace while tilting his head slightly. It’s not quite a sign of submission from the human in the group, but it does its desired effect of confusing the now-posturing Alpha. 

“We have a heat room that you may use until you are finished presenting, Omega Chay,” offers Kinn. “You, exclusively, will be allowed to control whom you wish to enter the room. The room has a nesting bed, unscented nesting materials, an attached bath, and a dumb waiter to provide you with food and drink during the next few days.”

“What about my pack?” asks Chay from behind his brother. 

A frown graces Kinn’s face. “I would advise you to let them know of your Omgean presentation, but unfortunately, due to the line of business, I cannot allow them into the residence.”

A hint of sadness tints the mango scent in the air, which aches in Kinn’s chest as if Chay were his own. “What if we go now to your pack? I can contact the residence and have them meet us with some nesting material. Then they would be able to scent them for you. We would ensure they remain pure by having them bagged after scenting.”

“Reall?” Chay asks, with his head peeking around his brother’s shoulder. “You would go through all that for me?”

Kinn looks at Chay and hears a slight snicker from either Tay or Time: “Yes, Omega. I would do this to provide comfort and a safe place... for you.”

Whether it is the change in Chay's scent or Kinn’s words, Porsche relaxes his stance. His eyes are still drilling into Kinn as if he is trying to find the real reason why Kinn is taking such a liking to his brother. 

“Khun,” Big steps forward. “Mok says the area is getting dicey. I am pulling the undercovers, and we should relocate before it gets too much. “

“We will take that as our time to leave,” Tay speaks up as he leans against Time, who is nibbling at his neck. “I believe you will be responsible for the Alpha and both Omegas, correct?”

Kinn and Porsche both snap their eyes to Y/n. The two men had not forgotten her presence, but it felt so natural that they had no reason to make any moves or question its feel. Y/n is standing there, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

“Omega Y/n, my apologies,” Kinn starts. “I wish to offer you a place at the residence. I would also implore you to allow my doctors to tend to your back.”

“Your back? What happened?” Porsche questions quickly, moving to the omega and spinning her around to see for himself.

A whimper leaves Y/n when Porsche moves her hair out of the way. Simultaneously, a deep growl leaves the Alpha. “How long ago?”

“A few weeks,” she answers. 

Looking to the sky for some restraint, Porsche grinds his teeth. “They brought you tonight for me, right? In case I went feral?”

“Yes, Alpha,” confirms Y/n.

“Not to interrupt,” Kinn says. “Can we agree to at least move this discussion to the residence? By all rights, technically, you three are mine, and I would like to provide a safe space for all of you.” 

While walking to the limo, Kinn watches as Porsche takes in Y/n's slightly trembling form and Chay’s pained expression as his presentation approaches the peak. Opening the door, Kinn gestures for the three to get in. 

Porsche gets in first with a wordless agreement, followed by the two Omegas and Kinn. After a signal from Kinn, Pete sits in the front as Big drives to the Theerapanyakun mansion. 

The ride to the mansion is quiet– pregnant with so many possibilities. 

For Porsche, it’s the implication of what the human, Kinn, wants with his brother and himself, the reaction of his Alpha at seeing Kinn again, and the history he thought he buried with Y/n.

For Kinn, the yearning to have Porsche and the Omega Y/n as his is startling. The internal instinctual demand to provide and protect the three of them is unnerving, and the repercussions of following through on these two desires can be life-changing in many ways. 

On the other hand, Y/n knew what she was getting into, pretending to be healed enough to get Miss Sha to continue her punishment when she heard it was Phoenix. Her Omega responded to Kinn’s presence at the venue before she could see him, whining and begging for her to find the source of the mouthwatering scent of spices. However, learning that Kinn is human and seeing Porsche’s reaction has put Y/n into a landslide of possibilities, many of which end up with her back in the hands of Miss Sha.

One thing is for sure: The Theerapanyakun mansion will never be the same.

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Words: 2,1k Pairing: Astarion/f!Durge (DurgeResisted) Read on AO3 Summary: Morella let Astarion pull himself out of his own mind through her. TW: PinV, Fingering, Biting. Tags: Smut and Fluff A/N: Sorry for no teaser for this one. This week got kinda crazy at the end. This was the first chapter I wrote for this adventure, after a moment of bardic inspiration. Thank you for coming back for more, and I still have a Spotify playlist inspired by this fic. It's getting pretty long and I've found I go to it for just normal listening too.

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𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍

The night was quiet. There were only faint, muffled noises from the tavern patrons. The room the barkeep had landed them in was lit up by a single candle. Morella had gone to bed early, completely exhausted from the day. Astarion however couldn’t rest. He had spent most of the evening staring into the burning hearth in the common room. He had been miles away, trapped within his own mind.

Morella looked up to the window by the bed. It was too dark to see out, but she could hear the soothing, rhythmic tapping of rain drops hitting the glass pane. Her eye followed a few drops as they danced their way downwards before merging at a crossing and pooling at the bottom of the frame. She let out a heavy sigh. She knew the events of the day would hit him hard. It hadn’t been the first time something like this had happened during the years they had spent as monster hunters.

Ever since the final battle of the brain he had almost made it his life’s purpose to help others the way she had helped him after escaping Cazador’s clutches, twice. They had kept a close eye on the vampire colony in the Underdark, and had regular contact and visits with the Gur people to help check up and aid their undead children. He had helped countless lost souls learn to cope with life or unlife during their travels and hunts. But every now and then there was always someone either too lost or helpless. And Astarion took those losses hard.

Morella looked down at her forearm. The cuts had healed nicely, but the blossoming bruise from the bite was turning purple almost beautifully haloed by yellow. She stoked the mark, testing the depth of the tenderness. It would be gone by the morning with the help of the health potion in her system and rest. Her eyes felt heavy.

Barely noticeable footsteps made their way up the staircase to the room. She smiled. Even when he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, her rogue never let it bleed into his light steps. Astarion entered the room and closed the door behind him silently. She glanced up at him. His crimson eyes met her golden blue.

“I thought you were asleep, dear.” He gave her a small smile, but his voice was rough.

“I’m not far off.” Morella sighed.

He stepped up to their packs and fished a book out of his own. She was sure he had read it cover to cover more times than she cared to count, but it was his way of reeling himself back in if he felt he had drifted too far.

Book in hand he sat down in bed with her, leaning up against the headrest. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the world around come to her. The rustling of pages, the dull sounds of the tavern, the rain and wind against the window, the barely audible hiss from the flickering candle and his steady breathing. This was almost enough to ship her off to reverie.

Then his hand started stroking her hair. Dexterous fingers slithering into her silvery locks and gently massaged at her scalp. A shiver forced a shuddering sigh out of her. The gentle fingers fisted up started tenderly tugging and releasing at the roots. It didn’t take long before the shivers and sighs turned into small moans at the ministration.

Soon enough his fingers let go of her hair, and slid down the shell of her ears with tender pressure. He trailed down her tattooed jawline. Fingers turned to palm as he took a firm grip on her neck and tilted her back. Her breath became more laboured as he restricted the blood flow with his thumb and middle finger. Morella felt her centre bloom with desire as his index finger wandered from her chin to her full lips.

He let go of her throat and ran his finger back up into her hair. Heaving for air she opened her eyes. His fingers were once again carefully tugging at her roots.

“Fuck…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper as her entire being was overtaken by the burning carnal yearning.

She felt his weight shift on the mattress behind her.

“What was that, darling?” He purred the words close to her, sending another wave of shuddering shivers through her body. She arched her body to meet his eyes. They were darkened but present. A barely noticeable smirk tugged at his lips.

“Please, Astarion…” Her voice trailed off into a breathy whimper before she could finish her sentence. He didn’t need further encouragement.

She heard the thump of the book being shut and tossed aside. His now free hand brushed down over her shoulder, caressing her collarbone, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. His grip on her hair tightened and turned her to face away, granting him access to lean in to nip at her ear.

Morella bit down at the corner of her lower lip and trembled at the feeling of his breath on her sensitive skin. He had her fully and completely.

“Are you going to show me how much of a good girl you can be for me?” His voice still carried a deliciously deep gravelly tone from earlier, which just accelerated her lust into a near frenzy.

“Yes.” The word came out as nothing more than a breath.

His previous alluding smirk was now fully grown.

“Good.” He growled before his lips assaulted hers, forcing her to face him again. Their tongues collided into a well practised dance. Her body was shivering pressed up against his, aching for more.

She reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air. A deep chuckle emanated from his throat. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it into the dim room around where the book had previously disappeared. He layed back down behind her wrapping his left arm around her torso, and pulling her body flush into his. She felt his hard length press against her hind as it was fruitlessly fighting for freedom against his trousers.

Astarion peppered small kisses along her neck as his right arm snaked around her throat before settling his hand back into her hair. His left slowly travelled down from her right breast, every touch laced with worship.

She suddenly felt a shift as he swung his left leg over hers and hooking her into a tight grip. In an effort to grant himself better access he pulled their legs back, half-way hauling her body onto his. There was no way he would let her wriggle herself out of this one.

Pleased with the look of surprise on her face, he let his travelling hand cup her drenched swollen centre.

“My, aren’t you eager, dear?”

Her usually pale complexion was now burning a bright pink and small lustfull sobs and whimpers escaped her lips. Now he was the one who had to dig for some semblance of control to not just ravage her right there and then. He wanted to see her crumble.

Parting his fingers at her centre, he placed his index and middle finger on each side of her slit. Pressing down he exposed more of her clit to the air. Morella was losing control of her muscles, shaking and heaving for his touch. She used the little movement she had available to her to grind herself against his rigid shaft, eliciting a small gasp out of him. He slid the two fingers through her folds and dove deep while his thumb lazily circled her clit. She hissed at the sudden yet welcome sensation, but couldn’t help nuzzling into him. All of him.

Though his grip on her hair was tight, there was a tenderness to it. That alongside his hold on her and cool skin against her, it all felt so safe. A comfort only he could provide. So as he started to slowly pump his fingers, gingerly applying pressure to her sensitive spot, she gave him everything. She tilted her head, a silent offering. A warm smile crossed his lips. Her thundering heartbeat and lewd moans and breaths were enough to make anyone hungry. But she was his. His to adore. His to devour. His, to love.

Astarion sank his fangs into her neck. No matter how often she let him do this, he was always taken aback by how divine she tasted. The pain of the bite bled into her pleasure, colouring her voice with even filthier noises.

He couldn’t hold back any longer.

Ripping his fangs out of her neck ferociously, he shot up, releasing her from his grips.

“Astar-” He quickly silenced her with a lascivious kiss. She was surprised by his frenzied rapture. Morella’s hands flew to the waistband of his trousers, and he quickly helped her kick them off in a swift motion. His erection sprung free with tears of joy. She took a firm hold of him, working his shaft. A shudder ran through him where he sat straddled over her. Before she could pick up the pace however, he had grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. His tongue cleaned up the steady stream of blood at her neck while a deep satisfied growl escaped him

She hooked her legs around his hips arching her back at a chance of feeling him closer. This was all the incentive he needed.

He lined himself up and slowly pushed into her. Morella gasped and gripped harder onto his hand.

“Fuck me…” Her eyes met his.

“That’s the plan, dear.” He chuckled, taking hold of her hip.

“You feel heavenly around me.” His grip on her hip became firm as he set an agonisingly slow pace. Morella craned her neck to meet his lips.She tasted herself on his tongue. Breaking the kiss for air again, she bit down on his lower lip pulling him down with her. A fresh metallic aroma mixed in with his fragrance of sweet bergamot, rosemary, warm brandy and sweat. It nearly overwhelmed her by an all-consuming euphoria.

Astarion picked up the pace, unable to hold back much longer. He needed her, needed to feel her, needed to love her.

She squirmed under his relentless thrusts, ecstasy building dangerously close to an eruption. He was not far behind her. Rising off her, he slid his hand from her hip to work his magic on her clit. That was the final push she needed. Her vision blurred and her body erupted into a wild orgasm. With sudden strength and dexterity he hadn’t foreseen she writhed her hands free and shot up to him, nearly toppeling him over. She buried her screams of pleasure in his mouth while clawing at him for a secure purchase in his lap. Arms thrown around his neck, fists in his silvery white curls.

He quickly found his bearing pinning her tightly against his chest. One hand on her butt for leverage and the other wound across her back into her hair. She rode out her orgasm, the vaginal flutters sending him over his own edge.

“Fuck!” He growled as he pumped his warm seed into her in twitching waves. His body vibrated, burying his face into her neck.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss he slowly lifted his face to meet her eyes. Morella pulled him into a tender kiss. A loose strand of her hair fell into her face, tickling their noses.

“I love you, Astarion.” The words were barely a whisper of her lips. He smiled, brushing the rogue hair behind her ear. He cupped her cheek and rested his forehead to hers.

“And I you, Morella. Now and to the end of time.” He kissed her forehead, but she sensed mischief when a smirk crossed his lips.

“Oh no… Wha-ah!” With a swift motion he tipped them over while still holding on to her. She hit the pillow with a soft thud. She huffed her rogue hair out of her face to find him propped up on his elbow next to her, studying her intently.

“What?” Her question was followed by a smile as she flipped over to her stomach, propping her arm under her pillow for support.

“You don’t look so tired anymore.” He caressed her collarbone with his thumb.

“I wonder why that could be.” She jested.

“Hmm, no clue. But we should get some rest. I overheard some locals talking of more beast troubles not too far from here.” His thumb travelled up along her neck to brush over her lower lip. A thoughtful smile tugged at the corner of his lip. Astarion pushed up to kiss her before blowing out the candle on the side table. The room was consumed by darkness, the silence only broken by the steady soft tapping on the window, her tired breath and a faint whisper.

“Ai armiel telere maenen hir.”

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Taken Chapter Seven: Let The Games Begin

Warnings: Religious Trauma, Cult, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, Non-Con, Dub-Con. Violence against women. Threats and intimidation. Childhood Trauma.

"You okay?" This wasn't Bucky's first time having a half naked woman in front of him, but it was the first time one of them looked like a deer caught in headlights. He didn't think the perfect mixture of fear and desire could exist, but there it was in Elizabeth's eyes.

"Yeah," she swallowed down the lump that had suddenly grown in her throat. "I just- I don't-" All the right words seemed to escape her. "It's just been a while and I'm not that-" experienced. She didn't need to say it. "It's been a while." She repeated, feeling her chest grow tight.

A flush of pink flared across her cheeks at her embarrassing omission. But wasn't it obvious? It had to be. She had spent the last five months tangled with Bucky. Only Bucky. There wasn't time for anyone else.

And he was... well, one look at him and you would be a fool to think he was lacking in the love department before he met her.

She had been too focused on steadying her breathing, she didn't even hear him step closer.

He stood barely a foot away. He was so close to getting what he had worked so hard all these months for. She was going to be his. Finally his.

His hand lightly grabbed at her fingers, giving her a soft squeeze of reassurance. "I'll take the lead. I'll go slow." The delicate kiss that followed sealed his promise. "Just tell me if I need to stop." His comforting words made her relax against him.

Bucky knew that although he had spent almost half a year waiting for this moment, he needed to take it slow. Slow and steady. He knew how delicate his little bird was. A flighty little thing who had finally gotten bold enough to make a move.

He wasn't going to waste it rushing her, fucking her like he's imagined since the moment he saw her.

No. That could wait for another time. He was going to take his time. Savor each taste, each touch her body had to offer him.

His metal hand rested on her hip while his other came to cradle that spot where her jaw and neck met. His touch, both vibranium and flesh made her skin feel alive in a way she had never felt before. No fear, no worry. Absolutely electric.

Everything he did felt so soft, so right. There was no pain behind his touch, no eagerness. His pace was slow, tantalizing. He was keeping his word.

The pace he set was steady. His kisses started off soft and deepened. Not knowing where to put her hands, she started with his chest. A stance ready to push him away if needed.

Soon, she found the stance pointless, wanting more of him. Her hands traveled from his chest the the back of his neck. She found herself pulling him deeper into her. The innocent kisses turning passionate.

Elizabeth didn't know how long they just stood there in the kitchen. It wasn't until Bucky's right hand left her neck to touch her bare ass that she realized her towel had dropped.

Her initial reaction was to reach down and scoop it off the floor. When she looked at the ground, the towel pooling around her feet she couldn't help but notice the bulge that had grown in Bucky's pants.

Bucky's eyes trailed down her body to see how her own gaze was set on his too. His own imagination of what she looked like underneath her clothes didn't do her justice. Her skin as smooth as porcelain.

He could already imagine how beautiful it would look pepper with bruises and marks. A canvas he planned to thoroughly enjoy experimenting on.

"God. You're so beautiful." He praised, taking one of his metal fingers and rolling one of her nipples, causing it to harden. A small gasp escaped her. It was music to his ears.

Bucky picked her up. Almost instinctively, her legs wrapped around him. Her grip on his neck tightening as if she were afraid to fall. His fingers dug into the underside of her thighs as he carried her to his bedroom.

Bucky would have taken her in the kitchen, but this is where he wanted to claim her, fuck her. Although Bucky was even more so sadistic than the others, he still believed there was a certain sanctity the bedroom held. And as much as he wanted to fuck her, their first time together wouldn't be her bent over the kitchen table.

Eventually it would be. But not now. No, now Bucky would lay her on his bed, seeing how her skin contrasted against his dark blue sheets. Fuck did he love her in blue. Anything from French to Navy.

He took a moment in admiring how she looked, so soft and vulnerable underneath him; where she belonged. His mouth hungrily traveled down her body from her lips to her breasts. He momentarily thought to take the time, kissing her neck and enjoying the feel of her skin being covered in goosebumps. But he had waited so patiently, so perfect. He could indulge himself.

His tongue flickered over her pebbled nipple, causing yet another delicious gasp to leave her lips. Elizabeth had her nipples suck on before. It was always either too harsh, too rough or completely under-stimulating.

But the way Bucky's mouth was so attentive, she wondered if he could just stay there forever. While his mouth continued to suckle and lick, his fingers danced down to where her thighs met.

From his touch alone, he didn't need to look to see that she was bare, freshly shaven. Bucky grew harder at the idea of how she prepared herself for this moment, for him. He moaned against her breast, the feeling drawing a pitiful sound out of his little birdie.

Without being told, Elizabeth began to spread her legs; Granting him better access. She trusted Bucky and didn't cower at his touch, but her stomach still twisted in anticipation. She had always found a man's touch to have anger behind it. Always at either her or the world. Maybe even themselves.

Joesph was always so rough when he fucked her, always needing to prove he was a man whether to himself or her, she didn't know. She often didn't care. She would let lies fall from her lips saying how good it felt in hopes he would end it quicker that way.

But now she found herself, exposed panting and gasping as Bucky's fingers played across her clit. The scruff of his face tickling her skin as he pressed sweet kisses along it. A slick, wetness began to pool at her entrance.

She was expecting Bucky would take that as an invitation to stick his dick inside her, but no. He continued to work his finger along her tight bud, causing Elizabeth's legs to tremble.

She was close. His fingers kept a steady pace, rubbing up and down. His middle finger pressing directly on her clit while his pointer and ringer finger rubbed at the sides of it.

"Bucky." She begged. "Please." In almost an instant, the pressure from her clit was pulled away. Before she could protest, two fingers curled inside of her. A gasp caught in her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body relaxed.

"Come one time for me." His voice was low enough to be considered a whisper. "Just one. I need to make you come at least one time, Doll."

Bucky caught her squeals and cries with his mouth. Loving how unhinged she became at his touch.

Bucky's mouth left her breast and latched onto her clit. The slow and steady mantra had left Bucky's thoughts. He needed her to unravel from his touch, his tongue. He needed her to cum as if it was the one thing keeping him alive in that moment.

She couldn't stop herself from squirming as Bucky's tongue bee sensitive bud. Occasionally he would pull away, letting the cool air hit. The more he teased her body, the more Elizabeth found herself craving for more. Something that she never thought she would want.

A man had never brought her this far into pleasure. In that moment Bucky could have asked her for anything and she would have gratefully fulfilled his request. So when he begged her to cum, all she could do was oblige.

Her legs contracted, pulling towards her chest which only gave Bucky better access. Even after her orgasm washed over her, he didn't stop. "Bucky." She cried, her voice shaken. "I came."

"I know." Was his only reply before diving back down. "You're just so fucking sweet, Doll. You taste so good."

"Bucky, please." She begged. "I need you inside me."

"Tell me again." He ordered, wanting to hear the desperation in her voice again for him, for his cock.

"I need you inside me." She repeated, squirming underneath his mouth.

"Fuck, I can't say no to you." He pulled away from her, beginning to strip. Her cheeks grew red at the small stains on Bucky's shirt that had no doubt been caused when he decided to make her cum with his mouth.

In one swift motion, he pulled his sweats down along with his boxers. His hard cock bobbing at the sudden exposure. When her eyes finally focused on it, Elizabeth knew she was fucked and in more ways than one.

Compared to Bucky, Joesph could only be described as minutely modest. Bucky was uncut and thick and painfully hard. He pulled at the skin revealing the head of his cock, leaking with pre-cum.

Any other time and maybe Elizabeth would have felt bold enough to lick the tip. But at that moment she struggled to calculate in her head how something that big was going to fit inside of her.

Even with Bucky now stroking just the tip of his cock up and down her slit, she became more and more worried with the pain that would follow. He took note of her worried expression and selfishly chose to ignore it.

He slowly pushed himself inside her, meeting little resistance but continued until he was nestled fully inside of her.  She hissed and groaned, but never fully told him to stop or pushed him away.

Good girl, Bucky thought.

It still hurt. No amount of fingering or lube could prepare her for his girth. It wasn't a stinging or tearing pain like it had been before. It felt like pressure. Her face was squinted in discomfort and for a moment, Bucky took pity on her.

"I'll go slow." He promised, moving a piece of hair that had fallen on her face. She opened her eyes and gave a small nod before he started moving.

He didn't slam into her as he had imagined since that first night he saw her in that tight little black dress. It took every ounce of control not to bend her that table and fuck her in front of everyone. Whether she wanted it or not.

But now he had her. Panting and moaning beneath him as he continued to slowly bury himself in her pussy. Her pussy that would only know the feel of him from now on. His cock, his tongue, his fingers. She would always feel the memory of his touch on her skin, inside of her. Forever imprinted.

"You're so big." She panted out, feeling her own pleasure bubble inside of her once again. If it was one thing Elizabeth didn't know how to do, it was dirty talk. She knew that guys liked to be told they were big; Joseph sure was responsive of it. At least when she said it to Bucky, it wasn't a lie.

However, her words had the opposite effect of her desire. "Do you want me to stop?" He started to slow down, nearly pulling out of her completely leaving just the tip of his cock still inside of her.

He knew she didn't want him to stop. He could feel the orgasm inside her building as her walls began to squeeze around him tighter and tighter. But he needed to hear her beg. God, she sounded so nice when she begged.

"No." Her response was quick, almost panicked. The pleasure now started to outweigh the pain. She wasn't about to lose it. Not now.

"You sure?" The sincerity in his voice was fake, not that Birdie could tell otherwise. A smile slowly crept its way onto her face. She smiled at the fact that he had stopped to ask her. No malice, no annoyance. He was concerned.

So she thought.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm sure." He sunk back into her. Elizabeth threw her head back into the pillows at the filling sensation. "Fuck."

"Bad fuck or good fuck?" He asked, a playful smile on his lips.

"Good fuck." She replied back, her mouth hanging open. When he jerked his hips softly into her she moaned again. "A really good fuck."

Minutes past and while she did nothing but lie on her back, her legs open taking his cock, a sheen of sweat covered her body. Even though he wasn't pistoling into her, she could feel her pussy grow sore. She needed him to cum. 

"Bucky." She could feel the pinch in her lower belly. She was going to come. "Shit." Her potty mouth didn't deter him. Although soon enough she would learn to watch what filthy language she decided to let escape even if his cock was the one causing her to spew such profanity.

"That's it, baby. That's it. God, I'm so close." He warned and quickened his pace. Maybe it was pure instinct taking over or maybe she just wanted to feel closer, but Elizabeth found herself wrapping her legs around Bucky; the heels of her feet digging into his ass.

"Come with me, Elizabeth. Baby, look at me when you come." Her hand flashed down between where their bodies met, rubbing her clit with fever trying to fall over the ledge with him.

Moments later, Elizabeth's body tensed as Bucky's stilled inside of her. Both of them staring at one another as they both came undone.

Elizabeth's legs fell loosely to the bed while Bucky braced himself from separating from her. Once he pulled out and that innocent gasp left her mouth, Bucky knew he was done. He was never letting her go. She was his.

They laid there for a few minutes, both of them collecting theirselves. While Bucky was on cloud 9, Elizabeth's panic began to rise in her once more.

What the fuck had she just done? They weren't dating. She just put herself in a position where it was either sex or getting kicked out or worse; losing his friendship altogether.

"You okay?" Bucky placed his hand on her cheek, trying to rub away the worry from her face.

"Yeah." She said, quickly collecting herself and giving him a reassuring smile. "I was just trying to remember if my IUD is still good. Don't worry! It is." Bucky could see that she was growing more anxious and he didn't understand why.

Little did Bucky know, she wasn't on birth control and first thing in the morning she would have to go to out in search of Plan B.

"Let's get cleaned up." He said before he rolled off of her and headed to the bathroom. Elizabeth moved carefully as if she held a bomb. With each step, his cum began to trickle further and further down her thighs.

She had never been into his master bathroom and it was almost the size of her bedroom. A standing shower was in the corner of the bathroom and right next to it a huge bathtub.

Bucky disappeared into the closet before coming back with two hand towels in his hands. His cock practically glistened

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She said, a fake cheeriness in her tone. "Just.. can't believe we did that. Didn't plan on that happening tonight."

Bucky was happy that his plan for tonight didn't pull through. He would have ended the night rubbing himself in the shower while holding a pair of her panties to his nose. It seemed to be the only thing to sedate his desires.

She went to grab the towel from him when he pulled away. "Allow me."

"Bucky, no. Really." She felt nearly sick as Bucky propped her bare ass on the cool counter. She tried pushing her knees together which only seemed to make more of his cum seep out of her. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, Elizabeth was certain she would have been a dead woman.

"I know how to clean up my own mess, Doll." He reassured leaning over to turn on the cold water before soaking the rag. The truth is Bucky wasn't helping her out of the kindness of his heart. He was already growing hard again at her apparent humiliation and the sight of his cum leaking out of her swollen pink pussy.

He loved her, truly. But he couldn't wait to get to the point where he could fully and truly degrade her, mark her as his.

When Bucky pulled away from her she could see several globs of cum that would no doubt stain the black hand towel. "There's... there's so much." She said with eyebrows raised.

"Do you know how long I've been wanting to do that?" He asked, letting the dirty towel fall to the floor. "Months waiting for you. No other woman has driven me so crazy in all my life, Elizabeth."

His words floored her. She wasn't stupid not to realize Bucky wanted something serious. Granted, she had silently hoped his feelings had faltered once he got to know her. He could see that she was a nerd and nothing out of the ordinary.

But when she looked down, she could see that the head of his cock was looking up at her. "You're hard again?" She asked, not whether certain she should be impressed or frightened. "Already?"

Bucky licked his lips before positioning himself between her legs once more. "Like I've said," He said, grabbing his cock and positioning it at her sore entrance. "I've waited a long time."

~.~

It was just past 11 when Steve let himself into Bucky's apartment. The former Winter Soldier stood shirtless in his kitchen, a loose pair of black sweatpants hanging off of his hips. Leaning against the counter, Bucky brought his cup of coffee to his lips.

Steve walked in wearing running shorts and a grey shirt that had sweat stains around his armpits and collar. "Morning, sunshine. Thought you were going to join us our run." The annoyance apparent in his voice.

It's not the Steve didn't like Elizabeth, but he didn't like Bucky spending so much time with her if he wasn't at least getting his dick wet. Bucky thought the jealous was kind of cute, but knew once Steve picked a girl of his own, he would chill out.

"Too tired." Bucky tried to contain his smile at the innuendo that had clearly gone over Steve's head. 

"What? Stay up all night watching rom-coms and braiding each other's hair." Steve mocked.

"Something like that." Bucky agreed, not bothering to defend himself. Steve had been on his ass nearly the entire quarantine that Bucky needed to go ahead and make his move. He was wasting time and this entire lock-down situation had been the perfect opportunity.

As if by some comical twist of fate, Birdie came walking into the kitchen, unaware of their unexpected guest.

Still wrapped in Bucky's top sheet.

Steve took a moment to take her in. Hair a messy, mascara from the night before and a scent that screamed she had been thoroughly fucked.

"Hi." She said meekly. Steve was taken aback. He had to refrain from praising Bucky for finally getting around to it.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I was just seeing if Buck here wanted to go for a quick training session, but..."

"I'm good." Bucky replied, a smirk hiding behind the cup of coffee he had raised to his lips.

"I'm... just-" Elizabeth stammered, not knowing how to explain herself. Luckily, Bucky intervened.

"I'll be back in a second, Doll." She nodded dumbly before scurrying back into the master bedroom.

"Slow and steady, pal." Bucky licked his bottom lip before taking another sip. "Slow and steady."

"Well, training tomorrow at 6. Try not to be 'too tired' this time."

"Well that was mortifying." She said, reaching for the cup.

"Eh," he shrugged. "What can you do? Better he caught us this morning than last night." He teased.

"I... Bucky, about last night-" His fallen face was enough to shut her up.

"You regret it." He said, the hurt in his voice disgusting his anger.

"No, I-" she tried to explain. "I just don't do stuff like that. I just don't sleep with someone." The last thing she wanted to do was hurt his feelings or make him think she regretted any part of last night.

"So you wouldn't want to do it again?"

"I don't know." She answered, her eyes not daring to look up at him. Instead, they remained glued to the cooling cup of coffee in her hands. "I liked it, but..." she closed her eyes and thought before she spoke. "I don't want to ruin this with you. I like this."

"You won't." He said, resting the palm of his hand against her cheek . "We can take it as slow as we need to." She laughed unhumorously.

"We just fucked and I'm asking you to take it slow." He wanted to grimace at her language, but remained neutral. "I feel like I'm just being stupid and fickle."

"By all means, be fickle." He said, his hands resting on her legs, still covered by the sheet.

"I just have a lot of... feelings right now and it's confusing and I don't want to rush into this and ruin it by scaring you-" His lips were quick to silence her.

When he pulled away, her eyes were still closed. The kiss causing her to go off a bit off balance. Bucky reached out his hands, grabbing softly on her waist, holding her steady. "I think you'll find it very hard to scare me off Elizabeth Snow."

She felt her stomach twist and her skin erupt in goosebumps. But then, She smiled. And for the first time in a long time, Elizabeth felt hopeful.

Chapter Eight: Spooky Seaon & Valid Reasons

[umbralsound-xiv]

Bloodbath.

The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, lengthy shadows pooled into the dark, only serving to better obscure the woman who was so accustomed to slipping unseen through them. Even as a Seeker, it was how she preferred it; most of her cycles spent in the Shroud had seen to that.

Bexy had spent the sun watching. Waiting. Sure enough, it would only get her so far. She had seen enough people come and go from the Golden Bazaar, remaining just out of sight enough that she wouldn’t draw suspicion, though there were more than enough shady figures to easily blend in between them should she have chosen to. One such figure catches her attention.

Head turned over his shoulder, the red mark curled at the Xaela’s cheek is all she needs to follow him, though not without caution. It was clear that he looked, searched before he moved; some fear of being followed clear in the way he proceeded with such uncertainty, before committing to a direction. Far up the beaten path in a small house where what little candlelight was allowed poured through the windows, the Xaela slips through the door, carrying a small sack.

And swift as a shadow, Bexy follows.

“Oh, came to join us, eh?” A male voice teased. Bexy only listens from the outside, muffled tones from within the building. The windows had been nailed shut, she’d noticed; a ploy to protect from the frequent sandstorms, but she knew better.

“...Nhaama, i needed some peace, but i’d rather not be caught unproductive. I brought the spoils, thought i would save you the journey.” ...Another male voice. He has the gall to laugh, which bristles her.

“More shite t’sort out. Don’t you think we’ve got enough to do, Dologadai?” A woman speaks, this time. Her words were sharp, but at the very least she sounded like she was jesting. Another peal of laughter from the man; the shape in shadow painted it to be the Xaela, from what little she afforded herself to see in the spilled light.

Anger bubbles in her throat and sets her jaw, but she fights it back. She couldn’t afford them an early warning.

How dare they laugh.

Her hardened features barely move an ilm, ears lifted to listen. She’d heard three voices within, and by all accounts it wasn’t a terribly large building. Slowly, she makes for the door, dipping by the windowsill to remain unnoticed.

“Good, then he can help us. Four hands are better than three, and maybe you know something we don’t. How’s the compound?”

...Another woman. More authoritative, but she at least had the good grace to confirm their numbers.

Four, Bexy thought, painted lips pulled into a line. It does nothing to deter her, as a gloved hand reaches for the handle of the door, giving it a testing turn to find it locked. No matter.

Enough aether, enough cold, even the most resilient of things would eventually give with enough fluctuation. It is a soundless thing, controlled and precise, which she works at for a minute or two before the mechanism buckles with the stress, no doubt catching the attention from within if they’d bothered to listen. In a moment, she rises to her full height, opens the door as though she’d been invited, and closes it firmly and quickly behind her, freezing the lock shut behind her before her hand pulls away.

All four within immediately turn to stare with varying degrees of alarm; from flat out confusion, thinly veiled hostility, and recognition. Despite this, Bexy greets them with a grace that belies her true intentions.

“I’m looking for someone.” Her words are delivered softly, as her azure gaze meets each face in turn.

The Xaela was marked, but regarded her with some confusion. He immediately turns to the Duskwight, who stared at Bexy as though she was able to see through whatever guise she’d formed. She was unmarked, and the slow way she seemed to edge to the back of the group indicated she may have known what was coming.

“---Heimir!”

His name barely leaves the Duskwight’s lips before the Highlander braces himself for a conflict; Bexy notes the mark, notes well that he’s unarmed and the others have weapons, and quickly surmises he’s a fistfighter. Moments later, he’s closing the gap between them, a fist swinging which Bexy had predicted, narrowly eluding by dipping a little lower than he’d aimed for. She hadn’t wanted to evade too far, no. Close quarters weren’t favourable to her, but she didn’t need much. Just enough to touch him.

An open hand meets the underside of his jaw, just behind the ear, pushing her fingers against the shape of his face. He doesn’t even have time to make a sound in response, as Bexy’s aether surges to freeze the side of his head which she promptly slams into the neighbouring wall, shattering half of it and letting him drop backwards into the floor.

It happens so quick that the others don’t even have time to move to provide any sort of help. The Xaela, decidedly a healer, hadn’t even had time to reach for his astroglobe before the man is already bleeding out from where the side of his face used to be, offering involuntary twitches as he expired.

“I said i’m looking for someone!” Bexy snaps back at the room, her growing impatience foreshadowed with the cold that now fogged the windows. “Now do i have your attention?”

She most assuredly did. The Hellsguard who had risen from her seat sometime between Bexy entering and Heimir’s demise wore the same crimson mark over her face which did little to mask her fury, edging through the cluttered room towards a greatsword that lay propped against a wall. But it’s not that which catches Bexy’s attention, but the way the Duskwight reached a hand to her ear.

A linkpearl.

Bexy’s icy bow forms almost instantly, an arrow formed, drawn and embedded into her hand before the woman had even a chance to utter a word, which left instead as a gasping yelp; the fulm long shaft of ice sticking out of the limb.

“Teomie, run!”

The sound of the Hellsguard was closer than Bexy might have liked behind her, silently thankful for the early warning she’d narrowly afforded her in her outcry. Too close, Bexy realises, as the hulking greatsword the Roegadyn carried was now thrust sildelong towards her, much too large to swing overhead. A hand is reeled towards stopping the blade as it clad itself in ice, but still buried into the flesh of her palm, biting deep into her shoulder.

“---The fucking door is stuck!” Teomie wrenched at it with a panic, attempting to pry her fingers into the opening only to find it filled with ice. “Dologadai, don’t just fucking stand there!”

Dologadai, who had found himself caught at the back of the room, divided by the struggle between Bexy and Bitter Dream, looks for any path he’s able to proceed by them and immediately thinks better of it. Weapon in hand, he channels aether to the focus, transforming it into an offensive blast that batters at the door.

...It doesn’t open. But the sound is enough to alert Bexy that it wouldn’t hold forever.

She couldn’t afford to let them escape.

Not now. Not after what they knew, not now they knew who was hunting them, and certainly not after what part they had played in Sayuri’s capture, no.

Blade still embedded in her shoulder, and the Roegadyn who wielded it not letting up even an ilm, Bexy was sure she intended to push her into the floor, cleave her in half, or both. Inhaling a sharp breath, Bexy’s aether surges outwards, then. Ice snakes over her shoulder and along the blade, through the hand that still painfully held it from burying itself further. A knit of the Hellsguard’s brow indicated her discomfort, and with a sharp tug, she tries to pull her weapon free.

But she can’t.

The ice fastens it to Bexy’s hand and shoulder, preventing it from sinking deeper, but also from being removed; in turn, the Roegadyn is also unable to release her weapon, which culminates in some semblance of panic as she quickly realises she’s unable to remove her hands.

“---Dologadai, help! I can’t--- I can’t let go!” Bitter Dream struggles, as her weapon slowly became consumed by the ice that held it.

Narrowed blue eyes planned her next move, even through the seething pain at her shoulder, Bexy betrayed not a mote of the injury she surely felt, but a quiet calm fell on her in contrast to the woman who opposed her.

Bexy still had one hand free.

Conventional weapons wouldn’t have aided her, here. A dagger would need to be drawn from her hip or any other holster, costing her precious moments in the heat of battle, and even then there is no promise it would be long enough to reach. Bexy is silently thankful, for the aether she had often deemed a curse and sometimes a gift, that when she forms the bladed length of ice at her fingertips, that it’s exactly as long as she needs it to be; and with a single sharp slash, it slices through the larger woman’s jugular.

“DREAM!” Dologadai finally screams. How was he supposed to heal people who were killed so quickly? His attention is torn from the door immediately to his dying ally, but no amount of aether he could readily provide her would make a difference.

Bitter Dream can’t even bring her hands up to attempt to stem the flow, attempting a breath with a choked gurgle before she finally collapses, slumping forwards into Bexy. Pushed into the floor, Bexy rips her hand away from the sword with a hiss, and with a sharp shove pushes the falling body sidelong, the blade now quickly ripping from her shoulder. Blood quickly spills from the wound, but a sheet of ice reflexively seals it; it would do, for now.

Teomie slams her shoulder against the door, but it still refused to budge. Frustration and panic escaped as a groan through gritted teeth, desperately trying to pry open the handle, she chances a look over her shoulder. What caught her gaze would haunt her nightmares... If she would live long enough to have any.

Bexy slowly rises to her full height with something of a stagger following her recent scuffle; crimson had painted the entirety of her features, drenching her hair. It was difficult now, to tell which blood belonged to her or that of others, but it didn’t seem as though she paid any kind of thought to it, no. Bexy’s icy gaze seethed with a glacial anger, and Teomie can only draw her breath in terror as she watches Bexy’s bow form, and three arrows form and loose with a thunk, thunk, thunk.

Dologadai watches in horror as Teomie is pinned to the door which she’d so desperately tried to leave through. One through her chest, one through her neck, and another at her thigh, he wasn’t sure what order they’d hit her in, only that she most assuredly wasn’t leaving, now. He turns his fearful gaze on Bexy as he backs away, a frightened cry that died in his throat the instant she began her approach.

“Three hundred and eleven... Three hundred and twelve... Three hundred and thirteen...”

Her little mantra does nothing to settle him, and he finally backs away enough to run out of floor, meeting the wall behind him.

“---Please!” He began, but he’s swiftly interrupted.

“You all start with please.” Bexy replies, coldly. There’s some underlying bitterness to her words. “Not that the etiquette counts for anything. You all bleed out the same.”

“I... I just came here to deliver supplies! I... I---!” Dologadai swallows the mounting panic in his throat. “I didn’t hurt anyone!”

“You wear the mark.”

The only sound that leaves is an undeniable whimper, as the far taller Xaela drops to his knees, hoping to meet her gaze with a plea of mercy. His weapon long since abandoned to the floor, he stares up to her in terror.

It is brief, but beneath the mask of blood, a flicker of a wicked smile ghosts her lips, before returning to the same indifference she held.

“I didn’t hurt anyone! I swear, i didn’t!”

“You helped them take her.”

The temperature of the room had plummetted so low that she could see his every breath, eyes focused on his lips as he spoke.

“Her? I... I don’t know w-who...” He swallows. “Th-the Seeker? Is... Is that who you’re looking for?” Every word came with a stammer, but the way Bexy’s approach hesitates gives him some glimmer of hope. “---She... She’s with a Viera, right?”

Bexy remains still. Her eyes flick up to meet his again.

“I--- I helped him! He... he was hurt, but i healed him, a-and... He... He can walk again! I m-made sure he could... H-he... Should be able to...”

Another blade of ice is formed at her fingers, and pointed in his direction.

“Talk.” Bexy’s sole word is said slowly, hanging on the sharpness of the sound.

“I... I can’t! Grym will kill me!” Another distressed sound, which elevates to a scream as the blade sinks immediately into his gut.

“And if you don’t, i will.” She promises, staring down to him. Her eyes dart to the now blossoming wound at his stomach, as his shaking hands raise to attempt to heal it. A morbid curiosity sees her retrieve the knife, watching as it seals.

He can manage nothing but terrified whimper. “Y-you... You stabbed me...”

“I did.” She confirms, and after a small moment of consideration gives a quiet hum. “...I usually kill the healers first. It makes for an easier fight when there’s more of you, with you no longer alive to undo my work.”

Dologadai stares, a fearful horror washing over his features.

“...But if i kill them instantly, there’s no life to preserve. No hinderance in you healing someone past saving. I’d never thought about saving a healer until last...”

The knife is immediately plunged back into his gut with an unexpected shriek.

“...Until it came to extracting information. There’s only so many horrors you can inflict on someone until their body gives out.”

Dologadai’s now bloody hands reach for his wound again as the blade is drawn back, healing himself in a panic.

“Talk, Dologadai.” She uses his name pointedly, holding the bloody dagger of her own making in hand.

“No, no! I-- I c-can’t!” He tries to struggle, but finds himself unable to move; frozen through fear or ice, he couldn’t quite tell, to the floor. The blade pierces him again, and he reaches to heal... But it’s slower.

“...How long, i wonder. Until your aether runs dry, and you can no longer seal your wounds?”

Another stab.

“Shall we find out?”

“STOP! I’LL TELL YOU!” He manages, before the blade pierces his torso once again. Blood had already begun to well in his mouth, staining his teeth has he spoke.

“Th-they’re being held in... In a compound. It’s not far from h-here, a sh-short walk... Th-there’s a path in the m-mountains...”

Her painted lips part with a slow smile. She listens. “...How many of them are there?”

He begins to convulse beneath her; whatever aether he’d reserved for healing, it wasn’t all that much, likely exhausted earlier in the sun.

“M-more th-than... Two... Hundred...”

Judging by the pause, and the way the previous expression quickly fled in light of the words, it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. But he had done as she asked, after all.

“W-will you... L-let me... Go...?” He stammers. The plea, so earnest in his words, seems to tug at something within her. She slowly shakes her head, bloodsoaked hair at her shoulders.

“...No. I’m sorry, Dologadai, but i can’t do that.”

The man on the floor is far beyond crying, though tears still begin to fall down his cheeks. He’s afraid, so afraid, and all of a sudden the pang of nausea in Bexy’s gut makes itself known.

“...But i’ll make it quick.”

He can only gasp before the knife is plunged into his chest with a wave of frigid aether, and it isn’t long before he joins the rest.

“Three hundred and fourteen.” Bexy manages, though it’s a little hollow. She watches the Xaela as she raises to her feet, and looks over the room.

Awash with blood and murder. She regards each of the bodies for a moment, filling her lungs, briefly knitting her brows from displeasure at the coppery stench.

“...Right.” She utters softly, unheard to any but herself.

She would have a few bells before daybreak to leave, but not before she had searched the house for anything useful.