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The Cult Of Knives

[Sorry it's been a while folks, hoping you've all been OK. This came to me in a lucid dream. I've captioned all the photos so you can imagine what each character looks like, enjoy!]

It's an age old mistake, you've seen it in movies no doubt. One thing you never, ever find yourself doing is going within five metres of an abandoned cabin in the woods.

It all began late one afternoon, I'd left my apartment to go for my daily jog. It was a standard part of my daily routine by now; finish work, jog around town, go home. Plain and simple. Work kept me on a little longer that day so it pushed my jog a little further ahead. It wasn't so bad when I started, but soon enough the sky began to darken. On the outskirts of town is a field that leads to a bridge, and near the other side of the bridge is a forest. I used to go camping with my friends back in my school years, but now at 27 I don't really hear from them anymore. They all went off to do their own thing.

Anyway, as I got to the forest, I was relieved. I'd forgotten to go for a piss whilst at home and at least in the forest I could piss in a secluded area. I jogged a little way in, found a bush and did my business. When I'd finished I looked around, remembering those good times with my friends. I decided to have a look around for old time's sake. It's funny how places like these can hold so many memories for certain people. Right there by the river, that's where we all sat blaring Panic! At The Disco in the dead of night, that's where Charlie and Jeanette had sneaked off to have a little… fun. We were barely of the legal age back then, so funny looking back at it now, thinking we were giving the middle finger to society. And of course there it stands, The Old Murder Cabin.

The guys used to tell stories about this cabin, full of bullshit of course, used to scare the girls. Stories of there being an axe murderer living there who cut people up to sell as meat on the market. I remember once me and Paul had dared to break in there one night. It was empty, so it's safe to say the stories fell a bit flat after that. Shane never did forgive us for ruining that for us all. Still, it was like time had stood still here, like I was 18 again.

It was beginning to get darker now and I was thinking about heading back home when I stopped in my tracks. For a moment I could've sworn I heard voices. As soon as I started to pay attention they stopped. Had I imagined it? I cautiously crept along the wall towards a window, holding my breath I peeked in. Inside was the long abandoned kitchen, nothing seemed to be inside. I heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled, just my imagination. Though looking back in again I did notice that the table and chairs had been organised. When Paul and I had gone in years ago it was all slumped against walls and the chairs were upturned. Maybe someone had been living in there at some point. I felt like I shouldn't investigate and decided it would be wise to head home, that's when a huge hand with a cloth swooped out of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose. An arm tightened around my chest and though I tried to break free, the chloroform made short work of me.

'Knew I could see someone down by the river, like a moth to the flame!' someone laughed.

'You reckon he'll do?' asked another. I felt a foot sharply kick me in the side of my stomach and that's where I woke up coughing and spluttering, gasping for air.

'Transpierce, Sabre, restrain him' ordered another voice. Next thing I knew two blurry figures were hoisting me onto a hard surface and were busy on either side of me, fastening belts around my wrists. As my vision began to return to me, I could see that I was tied to the kitchen table inside the cabin. On either side of me stood two burly, hairy and muscular men. The room was lit by candles so this whole premise felt very unsettling and dreary.

'What's going on?' I asked, looking around for answers.

'Looks like you picked a bad night to stumble into the woods kiddo!' said a voice ahead of me. There stood another man built quite similarly to the two either side of me. I couldn't help noticing they were all shirtless, showing off their pecs and abs.

'Sorry, I thought this place was abandoned, I didn't mean to interrupt you all' I said, looking between them. The one ahead of me shook his head and folded his arms.

'Well to be fair it was until about a month ago, that's where I stumbled upon this place' he explained.

'Ah, love what you've done with the place!' I said, laughing nervously. At which they all chuckled in unison.

'He seems rather sweet doesn't he lads?' he asked the other two, to which they both nodded.

'Oh definitely!' said the man on my right.

'A perfect match!' said the man on my left.

'Good, I think so too. Transpierce, go and get Mateusz would you?' the man at the front asked as he moved over to take over his post. The man to my left, Transpierce nodded and walked off to the other room.

'Transpierce, that's an unusual name' I said, looking nervously into the man's eyes, I could only assume he was their leader.

'He chose it himself, we all do. I'm Bayonet, and our friend over there is Sabre' said Bayonet, moving his hands to examine my shoulders.

'Bayonet, that's a kind of knife, right?' I asked him. Bayonet smiled and nodded.

'Intelligent too! I appreciate a man that knows his knives!' he grinned, looking deeply into my eyes. I was feeling really uncomfortable by this point. We seemed to be getting along, but why was I still restrained? He looked up and down my body and sighed.

'It's a pity, you'd have been welcome to join my little Cult as you are, but there are certain… requirements I must enforce' Bayonet said. He left my side and walked over to the doorway that Transpierce had left through.

'Transpierce? Mateuz? What's taking you two so long?' Bayonet demanded.

'Just a moment Boss, he's almost ready!' called Transpierce from the other room.

'Good!' announced Bayonet, satisfied. He turned back to look at me.

'It's always a special occasion when we acquire a new Suit'.

What did he mean, suit? I was in my t-shirt and shorts, and they sure weren't wearing any suits. Bayonet turned his attention to a wooden chest in the corner of the room and pulled out a satchel containing various tools. As he searched the satchel, Transpierce returned to the room accompanied by a skinny-looking guy, either he was drenched in water or covered in some sort of gel that glistened in the candle light. I had to assume this was Mateusz.

'Alright then Matty, this is your moment. Your induction. In your own time' said Bayonet, turning around, holding a syringe and a bottle of glowing green liquid. Mateusz nodded hesitantly and made his way over to me. Our eyes locked and we regarded eachother for a moment. Not gonna lie, he was pretty cute, though he wasn't built and muscular like the other guys. He placed a greasy palm on my left leg and I shuddered. It was cold and strangely felt like a cut to the skin. He moved his hand slowly up my leg to my groin and the others stood back and watched.

Mateusz licked his lips and placed one hand on the table, hoisting himself on top of it, standing above me looking down, he gently lowered himself to sit on my crotch. I'm not usually into twinks but this guy was doing it for me somehow. He moved both of his hands along my arms to my restrained hands and filled them with his own, locking fingers with me. He moved to lay down on top of me and began to kiss me. This guy was good, tonguing my mouth and exploring, I could feel his hardening shaft grinding into me. He pulled away and I moaned. Whatever this guy wanted to do to me, I was his. He sat back up and began to pull his boxers off, letting his erect dick spring free. It had to be 7 inches long. I licked my lips, was I about to get to taste it? He moved to sit on my chest and he cupped my jaw in his hands, staring silently again. Then he moved to position his dick into my mouth and began to face fuck me. I so wished I could hold his body but my hands were restrained. As if they could read my mind, Sabre and Transpierce approached and undid the belt buckles, allowing me to put my hands on his bubble butt. I wanted all of that inside me. Mateusz continued to fuck, panting and groaning, eventually he came in my mouth and I swallowed his thick, creamy load. He pulled himself off me. I gasped for air as I laid down on the table, unable to take my eyes off Mateusz. Him unable to take his eyes off me, he caught his breath and began to smile, chuckling.

Assuming it was my turn to repay him the favour, I moved to pull my t-shirt off, but he stopped me, shaking his head.

'I'm not done yet, that was foreplay!' he said winking. I looked at him bewildered, face fucking was foreplay to him?!

It was at this point Bayonet approached with his syringe and injected the green, glowing substance into Mateusz's arm. It took a moment, but his skin began to glow green and the gel he seemed to have been coated in made him appear to turn rubbery. It was like he was now a hot, humanoid version of Flubber.

'Oh we're going to enjoy this!' Mateusz said, glowing before me. He squeaked and squelched as he moved and returned to sit atop me. He kissed me again, but this time his lips got sucked in, then his head began to get sucked into my mouth, squeaking as it went. I placed my hands on his shoulders and they ran down his slick body as it gradually began to suction into my own. As his torso, ass, dick, arms, legs and feet began to slide into me, my stomach began to balloon out and glow green under my clothes. The other men whooped and cheered. Underneath my skin, I could feel Mateusz repositioning himself, arms into the correct places, legs where they should be. My own skin was beginning to balloon out too, as muscle began to build, my clothes began to rip to shreds. I began to grow pecs and abs just like the other guys, my hands belonged to Mateusz now and he moved them below what remained of my boxers and began to pump our expanded dick. Both of us moaning in unison. I could feel my load getting ready to shoot and that's the last thing I can remember.

Mateusz groaned in pleasure as cum shot out from his new dick, two thick strings and then excess green liquid spewed out. He looked to the ceiling, sweat glistening on his new chiseled body. His friends surrounded him and smiled proudly at him, they'd been masturbating as they watched his merging with the captive jogger and moaned as they emptied their loads over him, christening him a new man, rubbing it all into his skin. Panting, Bayonet helped him to his feet and kissed him.

'Speak your new name, Brother!' he cried. Mateusz thought for a moment.

'Call me Machete!' he decided. Transpierce, Sabre and Bayonet looked between eachother and nodded approvingly.

'Very well! From this night forth you are complete, you are our beautiful Brother Machete!' said Bayonet proudly, hugging him tightly. Now they had four complete members to their ranks, in time their ranks would grow and the Cult of Knives would amass many more followers, but for now it was time they all got some action from Machete!

#merging #male tf #male transformation #gay #bodysuit

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delopsia · 4 months

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Ok so I’m assuming Rhett is 30 ish because Lewis is 30 (almost 31 in like a month) but like Rhett with reader who is younger than him by a good number of years (reader being 23 at youngest probably) what’s the relationship like? Was he super reluctant at first because of the gap? How do we meet him? How does the family feel? What if he’s her first “real” boyfriend? How would he react to reader asking him to take their v card?

When I tell you that this has been stuck in my head since you sent me this, oh my GOD. I've been meaning to write this concept with Rhett and Bobby for over a year and keep forgetting to 🤤 I got a little carried away. Hope y'all don't mind 🤍

Canonically, Rhett is twenty-four, but I think we as a collective have chosen to ignore that 💃 here's my proof post on that, if you're curious 💕 TLDR: Rhett was born June 12th, 1996, and OR S1 takes place in November 2020

For the sake of this post, I'll just leave it and say he's noticeably older than the reader ✨ I don't want to set a specific age for him and accidentally exclude someone :(

I like to view an older version of Rhett as someone who's still into the rodeos; he's gotten up there in the bull riding ranks, and though he's a year or two away from aging out of it, he's still up there kicking ass when you first encounter him. It's your first time coming to this rodeo, and you're not sure what to think when you see him leaned up against the fence in that quiet, rugged glory so many cowboys seem to carry. Older than the rest of the riders, so jaded by buckle bunnies that he hardly notices the ones trying to get his attention.

The first time you walk past him, he lifts the corner of his lip and nods his head toward you as if to say hello. Some simple little thing that gets you smiling, hoping to high heaven that your friends don't notice the sudden weakness in your knees. Three Sundays in a row, you go to the rodeo with your friends, and three Sundays in a row, you walk past him on your way to the food trucks. Three Sundays in a row, he smiles and nods his head at you.

You think he's just being nice.

Rhett just thinks you're hot.

But he's too tired of entertaining relationships with folks who only want him for what lurks beneath his championship buckle and to tell all their friends they fucked a real cowboy. It was fun when he was younger, but after a while, like most things, it gets old.

So when he sees you at the bar after a rodeo one night, he doesn't think too much about it. Sneaks a few glances at you out the corner of his eye, sure, quietly wondering how pretty his name would sound coming out of your mouth, but that's it.

Until some hotshot decides that he's going to give you hell while your friends are in the bathroom. And Rhett's within the perfect earshot to get rightfully pissed off. He's not particularly one to get into someone else's business, but he's also not too fond of this whole "badger someone 'till they give what you want" technique the younger boys have been employing recently.

"'s this guy botherin' ya?" He asks, in that gravelly voice, his elbow propping against the bar, speaking to you but his eyes never once leaving the steer wrestler giving you trouble. He's got a history with this kid; this isn't their first confrontation.

Of course, you don't know that when the younger man goes nose-to-nose with Rhett. But oh, if it doesn't make you the slightest bit dizzy when Rhett's jaw hardens at your meek 'yes.'

He only means to scare the guy off and go back to watching his buddy eat shit at the pool table, but your friends are taking forever to come back, and he's found himself offering to sit with you until they do. You're asking his name, and he's ashamed to admit that his heart jumps at the sound of his name on your tongue.

You don't seem to care all that much about the age difference, and Rhett's got no reason to be concerned; your age doesn't end in 'teen,' and you can legally drink, but he's found himself a touch hesitant to flirt with you. Isn't all that fond of breaking his heart over another sweetheart who stumbled into Wabang.

But you just keep running into each other. You're in line with him at a food truck; he sees you at a rodeo bonfire and chats you up until your friends are begging to head home. He's given you his number, and he's catching himself looking for you at the end of his rides.

And then he's busting his left shoulder after a ride, and somehow, he's found himself outside of the ambulance, being backed up against a wall as you kiss him hard on the mouth. It's the first kiss he's had in years, and your hands on his big chest are the sweetest thing he's ever felt. It's everything, and it takes every ounce of his will to draw your hand off of his belt buckle.

"Y' don't wanna do that," his whispered warning drips off his tongue like honey, and oh do you want a taste, "'m 'fraid if I let ya have me, I might follow ya 'round for the rest of my life."

He really doesn't know what to do when you smile and ask, "But what if that's what I want?"

How he survived that, he doesn't know. But a kiss-filled conversation ends in him agreeing to take you on a real, proper date. He takes you to Odessa's diner for lunch, pulls your chair out for you, and never lets you touch a door, and he gets along with you so well. It helps a lot that he's been on a funky little life path that has given him many of the same experiences as you. There's an age gap, sure, but his stage of life isn't too different from your own. Especially because he was a bit of a late bloomer with this whole 'adult' thing. The perks of being emotionally stunted by Royal...

Rhett doesn't differ that much if he's your first boyfriend; he's sickeningly sweet, regardless. No amount of experience or inexperience will stop him from going all out on you; if there's one thing his momma did, it was raise him right. You might as well be royalty. That being said, he's happy to take the lead (or give it up) depending on your experience level.

The relationship isn't all that different from how it would be if he was your age. There are some generational references that take time to understand, and Rhett's age shows the most when you try teaching him to use Instagram, but that's a given. He's a little bit smug when you're with him in public, especially at rodeos. He knows he's struck gold, and he intends to show you off as much as you're comfortable with. Protective, too. Those bull riders know better than to linger and try their luck with you. More times than you can count, you've overheard the whispered warning, "That one's Rhett's."

Rolls his eyes when you (affectionately) call him old man...

To be fair, Rhett does try to wait until a few weeks into your relationship to start getting intimate; he wants to take things slow with you, but then you're cupping him through his jeans, and he's breathless as you massage him through the fabric. And when you sit in his lap, wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and grind your ass down into him? He's a goner.

If you're a virgin, then he's extra careful with you. Takes some more time to draw your clothes off, slow as he kisses down your belly until he can run his tongue up your sweet little pussy. But he's obscene about it, regardless. Groaning around your clit, letting you yank on his hair all you need. Frustrates you to no end because you're trying so hard to get him to fuck you, and all he wants to do is eat you out. Four times. Four times, you rile him up, and the most progress you make is getting his jeans off. He doesn't mean to upset you, he's just a whore for giving oral.

Until that one time at the bar when you hauled him into a bathroom stall, dropped to your knees, and wrapped your mouth around him before he could get under your skin.

That got him. You couldn't take all of him, gagging every time his plush tip hit the back of your throat, but his knees were shaking. Moans muffled by the palm of his hand. Trying his best to pull you off when he came and damn near hit the floor when you instead chose to swallow him down.

Again, if you're a virgin, then there isn't a huge difference in how he treats you when he takes your virginity. Not out of impatience or anything of the sort, but it's your first time together. He's going to treat you like a virgin regardless. Overusing the lube as he introduces you to a thick, calloused finger, watching your reaction for the slightest hint of pain. "'s this hurt? No? You sure?"

Annoyingly pushes the tip of his cock against you, then lets it slide through your folds, obsessed with the sight of it. But just as you're going to complain, he finally nudges inside, and it silences you completely.

If there is one thing about Rhett Abbott, it's that he's huge in more ways than one. Splitting you open in all the right ways, big hands stroking up and down your skin, whispering the filthiest things into your ears. "Think 'm almost too big for your lil pussy, angel." "Shhh, we'll make it fit. Jus' relax 'round me." "'s that feel good, sweetheart? Y' like bein' stretched 'round my cock like that?"

He ruins you either way. You never pegged yourself to be this insatiable, riding him in his truck, fucking him outside the bar, in bathroom stalls, cheap hotel rooms, bending over the hood of his truck while he had a flat tire. It's not your fault; Rhett's just that damn good, and he's somehow able to match you entirely. Rolls his eyes a little, sure, but he's just doing that to annoy you. "This old man fucks you that good, hm? Cute little pussy ain't satisfied 'till I pump it nice 'n full of my cum?"

Sometimes, he tells you he's too tired for sex and then turns around and pounces on you because he heard you whimper once and had a second burst of energy.

Which...is how your relationship gets found out. He's left a mark on your collar, and at some point, you bend down to pick up a fork you dropped, and it gets noticed. So you either got in a fight with a vacuum cleaner and lost, or you have a little someone.

The worst part is telling everyone how old he is. Rhett's got this funny charm where he looks younger than he actually is, and it nearly makes someone choke at the dinner table. And Rhett's not the best with people, but he's quick to make a good impression. He's like a fine wine; he's gotten better as he's aged.

You'll likely never meet Rhett's family, and if you do, it's a handful of times for no longer than two hours. After Rhett moved out, there's been tension every time he sees his folks. He was supposed to stay and spend his life helping the ranch, to honor his family loyalties, not run off and find love in someone else. Cecelia's sweet, doesn't say anything about the age gap, so long as you're both happy. Royal...you don't know what he said, but you had to grab Rhett by the belt to reign him in.

All that being said, Rhett's a sweetheart to you, regardless of your age gap. There are some differences that wouldn't be there if he was your age, but he's keen to work on those things together. Rhett doesn't fall in love often, but when he does, he falls hard, and he's going to give you the world. Even if you do call him old man every now and then.

Like I said...I got carried away

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #delgato's asks

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wannab-urs · 2 months

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Outtakes - Monsterfucking

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Howdy folks!

Here's a list of fics I've read where either the Pedro boy, the reader, or everyone involved is a monster of some sort.

Summaries and tags are, in most cases, provided by the author - please be sure to read them as some of these fics may have content you do not wish to read.

Pedro boys currently included are: Joel Miller, Ezra, Din Djarin, Dave York, Marcus Pike, Dieter Bravo, Jack Daniels, Frankie Morales, Oberyn Martell, Max Phillips, and Tim Rockford.

updated 3/27/2024

Demon

Met the Devil Last Night

Joel one shot by @pedgito

I made a joke about wanting to screw dirt-covered Joel even if he was deep in the trenches of hell and...well, yeah. This is pure filth and nothing else. Porn with minuscule plot, if you will

fem!reader, demon!joel, no specific age gap since dude is a literal demon, but reader is early 20s and I picture Joel to be his younger self (around 36), mentions of su*cidal ideations, this all a completely made up concept pls don't come for me about rituals, ect i will cry. virgin!reader, reader's father is a priest and horrible (just a total douche)/mother isn't alive, spitting, oral, unprotected piv, blood drinking, competency kink, innocence kink, mutual masturbation

In Every Lifetime

Ezra series by @xdaddysprincessxx

It’s fall of 1974 in your quiet small town of Chesterfield when everything falls apart. Or is it the beginning?

Reader is mid to late 20s, witchcraft, tarot, yes the witchy things depicted in this is real witchcraft things, use of Latin

Common Courtesies

Din one shot by @juletheghoul

Pride and Prejudice vibes but Mr. Darcy is a sex demon

**pussy-eating** language, age-gap (legal, reader is of age) dirty talk, supernatural elements, sexist society, sexist comments from readers father

Solum

Dave York one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Are you lost?" Your heart seizes with fear at the deep rumbling voice, head jerking to look in the direction it came from. It’s too dark. You can’t see anything. "Who’s—who’s there?" You ask, hoping you sound braver than you feel. "You didn’t answer my question,” it said. “Are you lost?' You swallow. You shouldn’t be here. You’ve never stepped foot in this building before today. You have no business here. But lost? No. You’re exactly where you set out to be.

SMUT, dubious consent [reader wants to be with him, but he's a demon so you know—it's a little influenced]—dead dove, this is horror and Dave York is an actual demon who kills people, graphic violence, body horror, a dash of blood kink, oral sex

Sell My Soul For You

Marcus P one shot by @absurdthirst

During girls night out, you accidentally dial your boyfriend, Marcus Pike. He hears you complain about how vanilla your sex life is and that you need to him to be more dominant. Marcus proves he’s willing to do anything to please you, even if the cost is his soul.

Angst, hurt feelings, demon possession, dominant!Marcus, oral (male and female receiving), face fucking, spanking, pussy slapping, spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bondage/handcuffs, anal play, double penetration (fingers and cock), soft aftercare.

Incubus

Crawling Back to You

Dieter one shot by @prolix-yuy

Have you no idea that you're in deep?

religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

Dream Within a Dream

Ezra one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Your dreams have become the escape from your draining life. When you discover you are not alone in your dreamworld, will all the aspects lacking in your waking life be fulfilled by your handsome companion?

dream fucking, loss of virginity, depictions and deviations of supernatural lore, erotic gore

Cryptid

Mothman Fever

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

You and your friends head to Point Pleasant, West Virginia in late September for the Mothman Festival. And that’s where you meet Joel Miller, a fellow Mothman enthusiast. But once you spend some time alone with him you realize that he’s not who he says he is.

Smut, canon divergence, semi-public sex, alcohol, no outbreak, pet names (luna), oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, sex pollen, dubcon, monsterfucking

Oh, Honey

Joel series by @lincolndjarin

you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

Soulmates AU, eventual smut, teratophilia, graphic descriptions of violence, explicit descriptions of menstruation, graphic descriptions of the mortuary process, horror, depictions of extreme fear, body horror, graphic depictions of death, eldritch horror. this is a monster fucker fic, proceed accordingly

Sanguine

ˆEzra one shot by marisferasiop

since being turned as a boy into- whatever liminal state of cryptid he is now- Ezra has walked this earth ageless and alone, never finding his place or a partner for long. He interrupts your meal in the city one evening, and brings you home to strike up a deal; feed from him, alone, and keep one another safe from discovery. The fact that he finds his purpose under the soft graze of your teeth and home between your thighs is a nice side effect.

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

Tentacles

MDKT Sex Pollen

Joel one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Your patrol with Joel goes a little sideways

Dead Dove Do Not Eat/DDDNI, noncon/heavy dubcon, body horror, tentacles, mouth r*pe, double/triple penetration, bondage, non-consensual bondage, choking, deep throating, pheromones, sex pollen, tentacles, mind fuck/mind break, brainwashing, guilt, trauma, trauma bonding. Let me know if I missed anything.

Taungsdays, am I right?

Din one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You awaken to find yourself and Din in an alien position.

Smut, dubcon/noncon, pheromones, tentacle sex, bondage, mind-fuck, alien sex, unprotected PiV, anal sex, double penetration, dirty talk

Dragon

Promise

Ezra one shot by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

You are taken from you village by a dragon, and he has an obscene proposition for you.

Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucking, initial dubcon (sort of a damned if you do damned if you don't deal), dragon fucks reader, Breeding, Oviposition, Stomach Bulge, PIV Sex, Loss of Virginity, Painful Sex, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, dragon!ezra is really good with his tongue, Squirting, All's well that ends well though, seriously I don't know how to warn for this fic guys, dragon biology is weird, DON'T LOOK AT ME! Light Bondage, drugging, pet names

Werewolf

Bad Moon Rising

Jack series by @wardenparker

When a handsome stranger called Jack shows up on your struggling ranch looking for work, you’re more than happy to take him in - and into your bed, as well.Death of a parent, loss of a spouse, general family drama.

Vaginal sex, oral sex, rough sex, Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy is basically a life motto here, Gunshot wound, first aid things, blood mention, raw meat mention. Vaginal sex, oral sex, rough sex, so much cum, size kink, squirting, anal play/ass eating, monster fucking.

Shifter

SNAFU

Frankie series by @theywhowriteandknowthings

You’ve done this thousands of times, brought new teams to heel, be it in Britain, Japan, Korea, yet the States are always the hardest to wrangle, the mixture of over-hyped masculinity, the general military bravado, whatever it was, you always ran into trouble. But nothing has ever come close to the new Shifter Charlie Team, and boy, are you in for the biggest challenge of your life.

Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shifter AU, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, eventual Frankie x reader, former Jason x Reader, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Military, Porn With Plot, Slow Burn, Pack Dynamics, Pack Cuddles, Pack Building, Strong Female Characters, strong female lead

Alien

Kudzu

Ezra one shot by @beskarberry

a familiar stranger shows up at the doorstep of your infirmary with unfamiliar wounds. You're no doctor, but masquerading as one makes you the only one in the position to save his life. Can you win out against his extraterrestrial illness, or will his new abilities stake a claim in you as well?

NON-CON/DUB-CON, human/alien hybridization, forced breeding/impregnation/birth, rough/feral sex, sex pollen, body worship, cervix penetration, cum inflation, knotting, a wisp of a/b/o. Nonsexual: wound care and dressing, hurt/comfort, a little whumpish, shootouts, blood, dumb jokes, cheesy ending

Jizz Fingers

various boys series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

An intergalactic creampie love story.

Smut, alternate universe, aliens, crack fic, penetrative vaginal sex, creampie

Mermaid

Rises the Moon

Joel one shot by @psychedelic-ink

As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.

mention of joel from time to time visiting a brothel, loneliness, mermaid anatomy things, oral (fem receiving), piv, touch starved!joel and reader, mild breeding kink, squirting

Vampire

Sated

Joel one shot by @softlyspector

Joel just wants you to eat well

love as being consumed, blood drinking, smut from start to finish (piv, f!receiving oral, fingering), Joel's praise kink, talk of eating, consuming, drinking, hunger, etc, vampires you get it.

Attraction Spell

Joel one shot by @jksprincess10

Vampire Joel finds witchy reader in her shop asks her for a love spell

DDDNE, noncon/dubcon, stalking, blood play, using blood as lube, ambiguous ending, unprotected p in v, fingering, praise kink, choking, pain kink, rough sex, minimal editing.

Bleed for me

Din series by @saradika

When it's revealed that the Mand'alor is seeking a companion, you find yourself among those hoping to be chosen. A life of luxury in exchange for your blood seems a fair trade - even if you're hiding a closely-kept secret. One that would certainly put your life in danger.

vampires, alternate universe, canon divergence, blood/drinking blood, shared memories, angst, death/violence, biting, body worship, possessive!pleasure!dom!din, implied aphrodisiacs, mind meld, praise kink, oral, piv, marking

The Special One

Joel one shot by @toxicanonymity

You meet a handsome stranger on a night out with friends. The last thing you're expecting is to be chained up in his basement.

Smut, age gap, alcohol, drugging and kidnapping, chains/restraints, blood and its consumption, oral sex (female receiving), period cunnilingus, dubcon, held in captivity, reader can menstruate, male masturbation, vampire!Joel, alternate universe, dark!Joel

Vampire!Dieter

Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

Interview with a vampire, gatsby style

flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter, unbeta-ed because i needed to write something or someone was going to die

vamp but it's you

Everyone at this party's a vampire

Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

"you look so pretty like this."

briefly discussed necrophilia, innuendo, heavy petting

Sanguine

Ezra one shot by @marisferasiop

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

vamp but it's everyone

a court of fangs and foxgloves

Oberyn/Max P one shot @psychedelic-ink

After you left the court and hence Oberyn, no one is eager to forgive you for your betrayal. Especially those closest to you.

Smut, MMF threesome/orgy, voyeurism, mlm dynamics, Dom/sub dynamics, sub!Max, switch!reader, dom!Oberyn, rimming, ass play, anal sex, penetrative vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood, vampirism

I Bite Back

One shot by me

Max Phillips is seemingly always in command, always domineering, always on top… except when he’s with you.

Dom!Reader, Bratty Sub!Max, pegging… duh. This is technically monsterfucking also lmao. Aftercare is implied because I'm implying it here, I didn't write that in. Oh also vamp!reader if you want but I don't really make that explicit

Red Right Hand

one shot by me

You and Max have dinner and then you get freaky. It’s almost too much for poor little Maxxie to handle.

Pure porn, pwp, Blood drinking (they’re both vampires), minor character death (your victim lol), murder… obviously. sub!Max, Dom!reader, unprotected PiV (they’re vampires, you are not), uhhh blasphemy probably, face riding, cum eating, Max’s vamp face, oral m! and f!receiving, overstimulation m!receiving, multiple male orgasms, refractory period nonexistent due to vampire fuckery, ass play m!receiving, praise kink, use of pet names/titles (Mistress for reader/ baby boy, pet, Maxxie, and one surprise for Max), aftercare, no use of y/n.

Only Lovers Left Alive

Joel Series by @atinylittlepain

He offers her another option between life and death. How could she refuse?

Smut, dubcon, gore, blood and bloodplay, dark themes, cowboy!vampire!Joel, set in the past, alternate universe

vamp but it's max phillips

With Cherries on Top

series by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa

After countless late nights and giving up important things in your life for a job and a man that refuses to promote you, your family begs you to quit when you break it to them that you have to miss your grandmother’s 85th birthday. Max Phillips may have left the country an American citizen but he came back an undead vampire, meaning his status in the States is no longer valid. In order to not get deported to Romania, he tells immigration that the two of you are getting married and he strikes a deal to make it worth your while.

Smut, language, adult themes, sexual innuendos, workplace harassment, family issues, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation

A Little Lipstick Never Hurts

Reader/Max/Dieter series by @max--phillips

Max tries to skip his morning inspection, but gets caught breaking one of the rules you set for him anyway. A punishment is in order. / Max realizes a fantasy, and you enlist Dieter Bravo to help you deliver. / You receive a very hot video from your boyfriends while you are at work. The making of said video requires Max to break some rules you'd previously set out for him. He and Dieter make it up to you very easily.

Forced Feminization, but it's consensual, Femdom, Chastity Device 24/7, D/s dynamic, Sex Toys, BDSM, reader referred to as Mistress and Ma'am, Impact Play, Riding Crop, Bondage, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Butt Plugs, Degradation, Deepthroating, face fucking, gagging, spit, ruined orgasm, Nipple Clamps, Cum Play, Cum Eating, Oral Sex, Aftercare, there is NO misgendering, Max's ass does get referred to as his pussy and his dick his clit, but that's as far as that goes, MMF, threesome, PIV, double penetration, cock cages, ball gag, choking, max is a vampire, blow jobs, sex tapes, cum swapping, rule negotiations, fluff

Reflective

series by @prolix-yuy

His management style is effective AND refreshing. And as his executive assistant, you’re partially to thank. But as your professional relationship blurs, are you getting too close to the middle manager monster of nightmares?

horror elements and themes, graphic descriptions of blood including drinking, background character un-death, violence, fingering (f-receiving), vomiting (not descriptive), descriptions of a panic attack, a dabble of sleazy coworkers, playing fast and loose with vampire lore. mirror shenanigans, fingering (f-receiving), oral sex (f-receiving), PiV sex (don’t be a fool wrap your tool), playing fast and loose with vampire lore.

Lust for a vampire

one shot by @idolatrybarbie

A lot of oddballs and strange characters visit a vampire strip club in a tourist town on the border. Max Phillips is unlike any of them.

Smut, mentioned drug use, background sex work, dubcon, supernatural stalking, blood, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, spit, physical altercation, vaginal fingering, pet names (sweet thing, honey, sweetheart)

The Impaler

Tim Rockford/Max/Reader one shot by @kiwisbell

Chief Detective Tim Rockford makes a breakthrough in New York City’s latest serial killer case. The mysterious culprit is in the mood to share more than information.

vampires, gothic architecture, slightly dubious consent, implied mind alteration/control, murder, death, blood, threesome, lots of biting, spanking, spitroasting, masturbation, DVP, fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap ur vampire dicks pls), wife sharing, free use kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), exchanging fluids, spitting, disgusting and filthy, max using cringey nicknames for reader’s pussy but it’s charming bc it’s max, handcuffs, light bondage, hair pulling

I cannot get you close enough

one shot by @leslie-lyman

“You have to invite me in, sweetheart.” Oh. Right. Vampire. “Come in, please,” you say demurely, and Max’s smile widens as he steps over the threshold into your apartment. He reaches for you again immediately, kicking your door closed and pulling you close. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a polite little Omega.”

A/B/O dynamics; one small scene of men being creepy and threatening towards reader (but, perhaps surprisingly, one of those men is not Max); extremely self-indulgent Halloween costumes on the part of your author; a bit of angst; fEeLiNgS; absolutely way too much plot and character backstory for what was supposed to just be porn; Alpha!Max is his own warning; heat sex; biting; blood-drinking; breeding kink; many, many creampies; Max has an absolutely filthy mouth; look, it’s heat sex with Max, it probably (hopefully?) entails exactly what you think it does

All Mouth

one shot by @idolatrybarbie

max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

Happy Reading!

#i meant to set this to post on my birthday oops #fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #the spreadsheet outtakes #the spreadsheet digest outtakes #outtakes #monsterfucking

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The A-Sexy Talk

sup mothers and fuckers, i always wanted something more comprehensive than the cake metaphors and it took me like a whole ass decade to work this out because i was assigned dumbass at birth, so for all the other adab folks out there, here:

disclaimer: this is just one way of breaking down sex and sexuality, and our definitions of asexuality are likely to change with different contexts, and that's okay

Sex (for the purpose of this discussion) is the action. Solo play, getting pounded, frottage, oral, whatever, wherever, with whomever, we don't care. Sex is all of it, baby.

Arousal is a state your body can be in. Your heart rate goes up, if you were online in the superwholock days then you know those damn pupils dilate, you might start feeling warm, and you might get wet, get a boner, or both, or neither, depending on what the normal for your junk is!

Libido or sex-drive is how often/much you want sexual stimulation. This might be very frequently and A LOT. This might be occasionally, or only a little. This might be never.

Consent isn't an inherently sexual topic. Consent is when someone agrees to specific activity/activities with another person/people. A lot of places have an age of consent, over which you can consent to medical treatment, legal contracts, and yeah, sex. And just like consent is integral to medical treatment and signing contracts, sex has to have consent.

Sexual Attraction is when you want to engage sexually with someone, even if you wouldn't should you ever have the opportunity. Sometimes we call it desire, or lust. A lot of times it's based off physical appearance, or vibes, or personality. This can overlap a lot with arousal, but sometimes someone you feel sexual attraction towards won't be that arousing, and sometimes the opposite is true.

Sensual Attraction is when you want to engage with someone using your senses. Usually this refers to the sense of touch. Ever look at someone and go "Damn, I bet they'd give wicked awesome hugs," or "Fucking hell, their voice, I could listen to them all day," or "I just want to feel that person's body close to mine," or similar? That's sensual attraction, baby! Similarly to sexual attraction, just because you're sensually attracted doesn't mean you'd physically engage with the person if given the opportunity.

Romantic Attraction is when you want to engage with someone romantically. I feel like you're getting the pattern now, yeah? Yeah. Cool.

Sexual Pleasure or sometimes just pleasure is when you feel good from sexual stimulation. Straightforward for once. Nice, right?

Kink is something we culturally defined as being not inherently sexual (or not sexual to that degree) that gives arousal and/or pleasure to someone nonetheless. Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me, BDSM, fear play, fetishes, all that good shit. We also refer to the kink community and engaging in play as just simply "kink" sometimes.

And last, not but not least, Abstinence is when someone abstains (see what they did there) from sex for practical reasons. Injuries, disease prevention, an unavailability of safe and reliable birth control, stuff like that. Celibacy is similar, but folks that are celibate are abstaining from sex for religious/moral code reasons. Get it? Good.

Okay.

So.

Asexuality is when someone does not experience sexual attraction.

That's it!

An asexual person (an ace) might have any range of libido, might experience arousal, can give consent so long as they are above the age of consent, might experience different forms of attractions like sensual attraction or romantic attraction (or even attractions that we didn't cover here), may or may not have practical/religious reasons for engaging or not engaging in sex, might have kinks, and can (if they so choose to) have sex.

That's all there is to it! The same depth and breadth of experience that exists outside the ace community is also found within the ace community, because individual variation doesn't give a shit whether your population is queer or not.

"But wait!" someone cries out, "what about people that hate sex! I thought they were called asexual?!"

That's called being Sex Repulsed and it is also a normal experience for humans to have! Sometimes it's caused by trauma or something else, and sometimes it isn't. But as you'd think, feeling extreme discomfort/disgust/repulsion at the idea of sex and/or the act of it means the likelihood of feeling sexual attraction is pretty fucking low. Not impossible! Just low. So yeah, a lot of sex repulsed folks are a part of the ace community, are vital to our history and culture, and are loved by us. And, not all aces are sex-repulsed.

Makes sense?

....hopefully?

Cool.

#asexual #asexuality #ace #queer #sex ed #sex education #sexuality

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Originally wrote this for disability awareness month but since this is apparently disability pride month, I feel like applies:

It’s Disability Awareness Month. The time of year where corporations post about all the ways they support the disabled community while fighting legal action against their inaccessible website. Where people talk about how much they support their disabled relatives while actively voting against their interests and well‐being.

All of that shit aside, I can’t deny how much laws like the ADA have had a positive impact on my life and how much disability representation and media has improved since I was a kid. But, as a wheelchair user, there’s one question I just can’t seem to answer: if we’ve made so much progress, where the fuck is everybody?

Everywhere I go, every store I enter, every bus I ride, every job I’ve had—why am I the only person (below retirement age and that isn’t homeless) in a wheelchair in the whole fucking place? Where the fuck is everybody?

I mean, can you imagine how weird that feels? Imagine if everywhere you went, you were the only man in the place. Seriously, think about it. Go to the gym? No guys. Grocery store? Ladies as far as the eye can see. Job interviews? Bus rides? Swimming pools? Every once and a while you’ll be at a bar and someone will come up to you and say something like “Hey! My cousin’s a man! Do you guys know each other? Yeah, they got in an accident when he was 20. Drunk driver dude‐ed them from the waste down. Crazy stuff.”

It gets so bad that you can put “look for the man” in the delivery instructions when you order pizza at the bar and they always find you. And when you do actually see another man in public, it’s so shocking that you can’t help but stare. What impact would that have on how you perceive yourself? How would you feel whenever you went out in public? Would you feel welcome? Accepted? Safe?

999 out of a 1000 times I go out, I am literally the only person in a wheelchair that doesn’t have a “spare any change?” sign in front of them. It’s boggles my mind how people can talk about “disability awareness” when no one seems to notice that a huge group of disabled people seem to have gone missing from daily public life!

Here’s what I think happened: laws like the ADA made things accessible but they never really made things equitable. It’s like how you can call a chicken “cage free” if you let it walk around, but still keep it indoors. Grab bars, IEPs, and elevators don’t change the job market in a small town. No amount of accessibility is going to cut the price of getting a car modified. If the cheapest apartments in town are too small or too old for a wheelchair user to live in, they might as well not exist.

Ramps and wide doors won’t fix an economic system designed to exclude anyone who doesn’t have access to 5 senses and four limbs. Until we start focusing on economic accessibility instead of just physical accessibility, a large portion of disabled folk are going to remain missing.

#disability #physical disability #disability representation

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I love the sanji and Usopp childhood best friends AU but let me one up this a bit. Robin being usopp's not so legal guardian.

She's in her early 20s she's still on the run and hiding from the government. She runs into the red hair pirates. They hide her on their ship for a while running away from the Marines as well. They really don't know what to do with her at this age she's really not up to being a pirate. Especially on a boat full of men she just met a week ago, they don't know what to do. They're planning on dropping her off at any random village but yasopp had a better idea.

Her name is not Robin. Her name is Ruth, She cut her hair. Maybe dyed it a different color She looks like a completely different person. (They also fake her death. They blew up a navy vessel. They could have executed the plan a little bit better) He takes her to his home and gives her the key.

This is a kind act. A little too kind.......What's the catch? Of course the catch is she has to look after his son. Yasopp has recently been bereaved losing his wife while he was at sea leaving his 7-year-old basically alone for the time being.

(Since yasopp knows that his wife has passed, I'm pretty sure he got Merry or someone in the village to check up on him while he tries to come up with something in the meantime.)

Yasopp: He needs someone to look after him.

Robin: and why isn't it you?

Yasopp: with my bounty? No, not a chance...... Folks recognize me you know my face and once they know It's off to jail for me but you... Ms "Ruth" they don't know you... Which means you can roam around without any worry.

Robin:........

Yasopp: I know this isn't your ideal situation but this is the best we could do. Okay? Look you got a nice house. You can have the master bedroom.... Some of my wife's clothes are still there food, water, Shelter You're set....... All you have to do is just keep Usopp safe..... Say hi buddy don't be scared she's here to watch you..... Come on let go of Daddy's leg..... Say hi to her usopp....

Usopp: no!... I don't wanna.

Robin:...........

Yasopp: *sigh* come here upsy daisy.....God either you're getting heavy or I'm getting old.....*sigh*.....he's a good kid really. Honestly he's very low maintenance just feed him and bathe him and put him to bed at 8.

Robin:........... (Staring)

Usopp:........ (Staring back)

Robin:... Alright...... I'll do it.... I'm truly grateful for this really.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOW MAINTENANCE THAT IS A CHILD YASOPP PLEASE SUKFKSDKKJSGNKBFKJD 😭😭😭😭

No, but I absolutely love this. Robin and Usopp bond after a while of Usopp being a bit shy and scared of her. She's like a big sister of some sort, too. He tells her all his stories and speaks about his mom! And Robin also tells him her mom was an incredible person too but also died :( She takes care of him in such a gentle, and loving way. And Usopp is protective of her. Like. A lot. He keeps saying that if anybody dares to come around her he'll just stop them with his powerful slingshot because Captain Usopp will be there to save his dear archeologist! (dude, is this Au just Usopp stealing crew members from Luffy because he found them first? Maybe yes). She tells him her real name and the real reason she's there once he grows up a little bit, and Usopp promises to keep the secret if she stays with him because he really can't lose somebody else. Robin tells him they'll be together for as long as he lets her. She's the most,,, Precious thing. She loves Kaya, too! They spend sooo much time together with Usopp.

And then the whole drama comes because Sanji appears. It's not like Robin is going to fight somebody now that she's safe, but the way the kid speaks when he starts staying over with them (while the crew fixes the ship yadda yadda what I say in the original post) is a bit worrisome,, Sanji grows so fond of her too. He loves her! She reminds him a lot of his mom and finds so much comfort in her. Now, there's this layer of angst because, despite loving each other and having so so much fun together, the three of them can't stay like this forever because Sanji has to go. And Usopp, of course, says no because he's both scared and not ready to do this. But,, But also, he doesn't want to do this to Robin. She's been taking care of him for a long time! And she can't come with them! It'll be dangerous! And Usopp can't leave without her because she promised his dad she'll protect him, and he doesn't want her to get into any trouble. Usopp doesn't tell Sanji, though, he doesn't want to blame Robin for this and make her feel guilty. So he keeps that to himself and watches Sanji go, hoping to reunite someday.

I am guessing that once they meet Luffy, Robin joins them at the same time. If Usopp is going, she's going too. It doesn't matter how dangerous it is, if Usopp wants to fulfill his dream, she doesn't mind a bit of danger. They'll be alright. Then they meet Sanji and everything is pretty much the same except that Robin is there from the start? Her low appreciation for her life is still there, don't worry, Water 7 happens anyway. It's just angstier because Usopp wants to leave and Sanji doesn't want to lose him again, and Enies Lobby is even more dramatic because it's Usopp the one to burn down the flag for his dear Robin! Not to mention that it adds more significance to the Robin/Sanji Wano scene!!

And also, just think about Robin knowing these two teenagers have the biggest crush on each other. It's just so cute.

#sobbing and crying and throwing up #this just makes their bond more personal #and i already like them #sanji and robin are precious to me but robin and usopp in water 7 are something else too #ughhh i luv this thank you #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #nico robin #sanuso #sanuso childhood bffs au

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TRANS PEOPLE AT CAMP HALF BLOOD BC I'M IN A MOOD™️ RIGHT NOW

NON BINARY:

Connor Stoll (they/them). Connor got to camp at age four, where someone just assumed he was named connor, so they took up the name of a dead boy named connor and decided that yeah, he/him was alright. didn't know what trans meant at the time, they just sort of... anyway, then after the battle of the labyrinth they came out as NB.

wood nymphs. they've got a different gender system than demigods, as well as different pronouns, but to keep it simple for the campers your best bet is they/them.

the resident god Dionysus ofc. he has a complicated relationship with gender (see his chapter in PJ's Greek Gods) but basically, doesn't care what you call him. he/they generally.

MTF:

Drew Tanaka! she's just. always considered herself a girl. there was never any hesitation. her mom called her son and she just. did not compute. her mom was accepting and just sort of called aphrodite up and told her that actually she had given birth to a girl. Aphrodite sent down a new wardrobe in return. she never changed her name.

Clarisse la Rue. she came out when she was twelve. her mom didn't accept her, but clarisse had run away years before that so... her mother never apologized. when clarisse went to her house with chris, it was only because she was truly desperate. after the battle of manhattan clarisse called her once, and. never again.

Lou Ellen Blackstone. she told cecil and will when they were eleven or so (SOM) but didn't really come out to everyone else until one of the hunters pulled her aside in TTC to ask if she wanted to join bc the hunters are super good at finding girls apparently. lou ellen really regrets this but somehow cecil convinced her to make her legal name Louise-Eleanor (first) Wilmadeen (middle) Cecilia (middle) Blackstone. it-- she pretends it's just lou ellen. don't bring it up. Will thinks there was a murder involved and-- well neither of them are telling him otherwise, that's all i'm saying.

FTM: (oh boy here's where I projected a whole bunch)

PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON. alright folks you ready? so percy came out when he was twelve RIGHT before TLT picks up. struggling mother sally jackson immediately accepts him no questions asked (well there are a few questions but) she gets him onto puberty blockers from a free clinic on forth street right away and changes his name legally. financially they're still struggling, obviously, but sally is picking up some extra shifts. she's already planning on having percy go on T when he turns 16 (if he lives that long--) and after manhattan poseidon and sally sit him down and are like: okay so technically because of ancient laws poseidon can't just snap his fingers but uh if you want a real easy top surgery just do a really easy quest for him and he'll magic your tits away and percy agrees of course so poseidon drops a sand dollar on the ground and in the. most. indifferent voice possible he goes "oh no. my sand dollar. i need a hero." and percy picks it up-- and done. that's when he decides to join the swim team because he doesn't need to bind anymore. also when he heard the prophecy percy immediately went, well i know it says im going to die but hey the universe recognises me as a dude that's pretty cool right. very affirming for him.

NEXT UP we've got michael. height dysphoria kicks ass so seriously don't mention how short he is. anyway michael thought that it was spelt micheal so he chose it for the pun and to feel connected to his dad. uh. don't bring that up to him either. anyway despite being very short, michael's usually pretty stealth. he came out in ttc when he asks jake mason out bc luke used to date his brother lee and michael basically goes "hey do you want to go out i promise i'll be a good boyfriend and not leave you like luke left lee." and jake just bluescreens for a moment because wait, BOYfriend, and anyway after that michael realises he never told anyone. (not necessary to the post but jake said yes) oh, also, his middle name is john. why? who knows. it wasn't significant or anything, clarisse just turned to him one day and said, "you know, you look like a john." so yeah, Michael John Yew. also he liked archery bc it was a lot easier to bind in so.

following that you'll find that actually the three main pjo apollo boys are trans. so WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE. my baby boy is-- well he's got a lot going on. Will binds (but when he turns 16 he's going to get top surgery and he is. very excited) and don't let his mild mannered doctor self fool you he is a HYPOCRITE when it comes to binding, like that bitch will nag you for hours if you bind for over 8 hours and then you'll see him come off a 48 hour infirmary shift still binding. when he was young and his mother was touring, she left him with his grandparents. He tried to come out at five and cut all of his hair off, but his grandparents kicked him out. Clarisse found him in Texas and brought him to camp. which isn't SATS compliant but I haven't read it yet so *shrug*. Anyway Andrew is after Apollo, when Apollo first met Naomi, he called himself Andrew.

Lee Fletcher is also trans. He was fully transitioned by the time he died. He was super upper class when he came out and his mum stopped speaking to him, but he kept his wealth and became a staunch advocate for trans rights until he died. Anyway he came out when he was seventeen.

Cecil Markowitz. His parents died in a fire when he was 8, he was sent to his grandmother, she kicked him out when he was 9 and came out.

Clovis

Mitchell

Leo Valdez (part of why Rosa called him a demon)

Malcolm Pace (his trans identity deserves a whole 'nother post it's.) anyway Malcolm can't bind so.

Ellis Wakefield (currently writing a fic about this actually) anyway Ellis comes out when he's 13 (so BoM) at camp, and comes out when he's 15 to his mum. it doesn't go great.

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Why are you telling people to vote for the guy committing genocide :/

because voting is not an endorsement it's harm reduction.

Trump is going to be at best doing the same as Biden and likely much worse for Palestinians and all the countries suffering from American Imperialism than Biden is.

Republicans want to bring back child labor and get rid of social security, medicare, Medicaid. As someone who is surviving on Medicaid and social security I don't want those taken away. The Republican majority house already put a lot of limits on food stamps in this past term and I don't think we'll still have food stamps if we get a republican Congress and a Republican president.

They've made it pretty clear that if they get a republican Congress and a Republican president they're going to enact project 2025 and call a conference of states and try and take our rights back to the days when only wealthy white men had any rights when women and racial minorities had no rights, they want to make it illegal for LGBT+ folks to safely exist in public and get lifesaving healthcare.

In short

Do I support every single thing Biden has done as president?

No.

Do I like him?

Not particularly. But I'm still voting for him because apathy is not a choice.

Do I think that Joe Biden having another term means that we can actually make more progress for labor rights, trans healthcare, abortion access, advancement of the rights and protections for disabled people and so much more?

Yes absolutely.

Do I think that the genocide in Gaza needs to end and the United States needs to stop sending weapons to israel?

Yes, I think that un restricted flow of humanitarian aid into Palestine needs to happen, the siege needs to stop, and the country of Israel and the United States need to be held accountable at an international level. I think that the soldiers of the IDF/IOF need to be held accountable for their war crimes and pillaging that they continuously post evidence of on social medias. I'm trying to put a read more here so ce I've put a few linked articles and quotes from them.

A quote from the article below:

"While our map focuses solely on high school aged youth (age 13-17), some states, such as Oklahoma, Texas, and South Carolina, have considered banning care for transgender people up to 26 years of age. "

I've seen lawmakers in some states try to make it felony punishable by life in prison to get your trans child healthcare to keep them alive because they want to make it illegal for us to exist and a legal for anyone who helps us exist.

some quotes from the article above:

"Led by the long-established Heritage Foundation think tank and fueled by former Trump administration officials, the far-reaching effort is essentially a government-in-waiting for the former president’s second term — or any candidate who aligns with their ideals and can defeat President Joe Biden in 2024. With a nearly 1,000-page “Project 2025” handbook and an “army” of Americans, the idea is to have the civic infrastructure in place on Day One to commandeer, reshape and do away with what Republicans deride as the “deep state” bureaucracy, in part by firing as many as 50,000 federal workers. “We need to flood the zone with conservatives,” said Paul Dans, director of the 2025 Presidential Transition Project and a former Trump administration official who speaks with historical flourish about the undertaking. “This is a clarion call to come to Washington,” he said. “People need to lay down their tools, and step aside from their professional life and say, ‘This is my lifetime moment to serve.’” The unprecedented effort is being orchestrated with dozens of right-flank organizations, many new to Washington, and represents a changed approach from conservatives, who traditionally have sought to limit the federal government by cutting federal taxes and slashing federal spending. Instead, Trump-era conservatives want to gut the “administrative state” from within, by ousting federal employees they believe are standing in the way of the president’s agenda and replacing them with like-minded officials more eager to fulfill a new executive’s approach to governing. The goal is to avoid the pitfalls of Trump’s first years in office, when the Republican president’s team was ill-prepared, his Cabinet nominees had trouble winning Senate confirmation and policies were met with resistance — by lawmakers, government workers and even Trump’s own appointees who refused to bend or break protocol, or in some cases violate laws, to achieve his goals. While many of the Project 2025 proposals are inspired by Trump, they are being echoed by GOP rivals Ron DeSantis and Vivek Ramaswamy and are gaining prominence among other Republicans. And if Trump wins a second term, the work from the Heritage coalition ensures the president will have the personnel to carry forward his unfinished White House business. “The president Day One will be a wrecking ball for the administrative state,” said Russ Vought, a former Trump administration official involved in the effort who is now president at the conservative Center for Renewing America. Much of the new president��s agenda would be accomplished by reinstating what’s called Schedule F — a Trump-era executive order that would reclassify tens of thousands of the 2 million federal employees as essentially at-will workers who could more easily be fired. Biden had rescinded the executive order upon taking office in 2021, but Trump — and other presidential hopefuls — now vow to reinstate it."

"There’s a “top to bottom overhaul” of the Department of Justice, particularly curbing its independence and ending FBI efforts to combat the spread of misinformation. It calls for stepped-up prosecution of anyone providing or distributing abortion pills by mail."

Personally I think that voting for Joe Biden is better than someone who wants to enact this stuff on day one. It's like they read handmaid's tale and want to make that the reality of this country.

"Chapter by chapter, the pages offer a how-to manual for the next president, similar to one Heritage produced 50 years ago, ahead of the Ronald Reagan administration. Authored by some of today’s most prominent thinkers in the conservative movement, it’s often sprinkled with apocalyptic language." Ronald Reagan is a big reason we have a lot of problems we have today with our economy and with a lot more things. The people that supported Ronald Reagan do not need another term in office.

A quote from the article linked below:

"Trump has given no indication that he would be more sympathetic to Palestinian claims, nor that he would place more pressure on Israel to agree to a ceasefire. “The approach of the United States would be that Israel needs to win this war, it was attacked brutally,” Trump’s ambassador to Israel, David Friedman, told the Jewish Telegraphic Agency, describing how Trump would act. Friedman is now a campaign surrogate for Trump."

Personally I think Trump telling Israel to finish the job is indicators that another Trump presidency doesn't mean that weapons would stop being sent to Israel from United States

I fail to see how another term of Donald trump will be any better for the victims of the ongoing genocide in Palestine than President Joe Biden.

i think our system is absolutely messed up and broken but I don't think abstaining from voting is going to actually help.

#I don't support the genocide happening but I don't think that a republican will improve the situation happening in Gaza #I think that there needs to be a lot more grassroots effort for any third party candidate to be viable on the presidential level #We have two choices this election another term of Biden or another trump term #(if by some miracle the republicans managed to elect anyone else for their party nomination I still don't believe that a republican will #Improve the situation of Gaza or anything the United States is doing in the international level)#Asks #Mutuals #Im open to having further discussion about this #Also since this wasn't a DM or marked for private response I'm assuming you're fine with me posting my answer publicly.#I tried to pick out decent articles to link sorry if there not the best #None of my responses above are me trying to be hostile or combative #I'm genuinely trying to answer this question and I am not great at proofreading before posting but I did try here #vote blue no matter who #vote biden #vote democrat #vote blue #voting #us elections #election 2024 #trump 2024 #2024 election #biden 2024 #biden administration #president biden #joe biden #2024 elections #kamala harris #palestine #Israel

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theastrical · 23 days

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yesterday exist; so does today

Alzheimer is a hastle to deal with, you know this well, after all you’ve been here since the day you graduated nursing school, yet you’re still working in the central care centre for the paycheck. You know you shouldn’t have involved yourself in the matter of patients, realising it would emotionally torture you till you retire.

kaeya & fem!reader (platonic relationship)

implied major character death, mentions of suicide, heavy angst, comfort/hurt

note: hmmm honestly i don’t really know what i write since i write this out of boredom..AO3 LINK

“Kaeya Alberich, age 35. Current symptoms, memory loss and confusion.” same old thing again and again, writing down the patient’s data and insert it into sheets for the centres “transparency”, interacting with them and leave them to the hands of the doctors until they finally meet death years later. you read the data that was preserved on your desk and you gave off a long sigh, just like another day, a patient’s data worth of nothing on your hands are waiting to be checked by you.

The writing was messy, like an old calligraphy, the patient placed the picture quite asymmetrically, he also seemed to have slipped down several documents which you also have to read. Some of it written as “confidential, only medical teams and legal experts can access”. Finally, something to stick your nose into that makes this job at the very least, interesting.

“hey you look like you wanna bleach your own eyeballs, what’s up, new patient?”

you got caught up by one of your closest colleagues, jumped through the words, your voice all hoarse from the lack of water you consumed. “Yea, he gave me these documents that probably cost me half an hour to read…”, the americano you bought almost gone, making you to give a longer sigh.

“don’t bother buying another coffee, your shift is almost done.” , your colleague implies after your words.

“Hmm…okay.”, muttering the words. Your eyes widened by the data he had registered over himself.

“It’s been a while since we’ve gotten a patient who registered themself over their own name instead of a legal guardian, right?” , you asked your colleague, who seemingly has no life inside his eyes.

“hm? yeah, in fact, i’ve only gotten two people who registered themself here, two of them are old folks without a family…their death made me mentally drained, i miss them both.”

“fuck”, you curse with a voice that now seems to have a slight regret on it. “What?”, he replied. “He’s not even old enough to register himself in this centre”, “how old is he?”, your colleague asked out of curiosity, since this sort of cases can make your mind all rounded, he’s young, so why bother admit himself in this death row…”thirty five, 7 more months to thirty six”. “our age, is it not?”, he replied while moving his chair to your desk, now interested. “based on how he write his data, the symptoms are already chronic.”, you mutter, observing every of the information while your colleague looking through his diagnosis.

“goodluck taking care of him”, your colleague pat your back.

and just like that, you know you’re going to face the most emotional phase you’ve ever had in this hell-hole workplace.

By Saturday, you met the man. His eyes are sharp, rigid and bold, hue blue that never to be seen before, and believe it or not, he looks like he came out of a fictional series. His eye-bags are visible and his hair all tangled up from the braid he made by himself, allegedly. “Goodmorning, am i talking to Mr. Kaeya Alberich?” , he fidget his fingers over his cardigan, playing with the cloth that he worn just to avoid any of his hallucination and confusion. I know that means he’s uncomfortable with the surrounding or maybe his own existence…”yes..”, his voice sounds like a chirping crows, hoarse and deep, yet soothing to hear.

“Sorry, i have to ask, why am i here..?”, oh my, it already seems like he’s already losing his sense.

you take his confidential papers and explain it to him, all patient and prepared to have him lose his mind, you explain it with a voice that made his ears able to accept it just by a slight mutter, “mr. Alberich, the papers say that you choose this centre so you can go through your daily life without worrying of improper death. Hence you’re here to retrieve the deal, to have yourself admitted in here.”, he looks at you with confusion, but suddenly he changed his thought and his once-reaction flew from that face of his. “Oh? Hahaha! Is that why i’m here? Because of myself?? Oh funny! I haven’t write that one on my notes! Maybe i have to after this!!”, his laugh sounds sarcastic, it makes you uncomfortable…but alzheimer patients are always like this, they can’t control what they currently suffer from and you’re the one to take care of em.

“anything else would you like me to explain?”

“quick question, what’s your name?”

“[name]”…you seem to have doubt his question, whatever he needs from you to ask your name? This is weird.

“nice to meet you, would you mind taking care of me while being my friend?”

“you don’t have one sir?”, shit, i dropped the bomb.

“i have one, but we…i-…i forgot haha..”

it’s expected, his scan was something out of the ordinary, it’s no use trying to avoid the worst case scenario, it’s already in front of him.

“mr. Alberich, i would love to dis—“

“s-sorry can i have some water first..? I forgot to bring my water bottle from my apartment..”

you nod and brought him a cup of water, you start to inhale the air around you. “So..can we start our discussion? If so, may i ask you to fill out of these forms for me, if you’re unable to, we can ask your legal guardian or…”

“i’m sorry uh…i-i don’t remember my legal supervisor or guardian…” he stops at his track, probably going all confused from the lack of context his brain has dismay for him. “may i ask wether you can help me fill this out based on the…i-i don’t remember the registration i made sorry… but can you fill out based on those..?”

“It’s fine i understand…let me accompany you to the doctor’s office, how does that sound? I’ll inform the doctor about your details after the check ups…since this is a u—“

“doctor’s office..? I thought this is a library..? I must’ve gotten lost…i should borrow the book to write an essay for the professor oh shit..?! N-nurse?!! Wh-why did—“

suddenly your colleague barge in to the conversation to help you with this patient you’re handling, a rare cause that can’t be helped by a normal being.

“Sir, please calm down. This is Alzheimer medical centre, the papers say that today you’re being admitted to this ward for the sake of your own self, so please don’t act rash. We’re here to help you.”

he calmed down before tears run out from his eyes. Typical symptoms of Alzheimer patients are their intense change of emotions, it’s hard to deal with since you don’t know either if they’re going to stay sad, happy, or angry, or just…neither? You don’t know, even your colleague can’t read them.

you pat his back, “sir, how about you talk to the doctor first and we can discuss about the next matters soon? Will that be easier for you?”, your voice sounds genuine, this is the first time though. This man ticks your heart to feel such an empathetic move, it doesn’t make sense, since you never feel the need to feel them too.

“…sure…i’m getting insane….please help me nurse….f-fuck i don’t even remember your name…”, he chuckles after that insane remark he just made. “o-okay, l-let’s just go…make sure that i won’t die before my birthday…please..?” Is that his last wish? If it is…then sure, i’ll make sure tomorrow and today exist for him. I can always do that but…why now? Why him? Shit whatever happened to the promise i made to myself?

“okay. I will.” i smiled, shit, i’m not even that good on keeping promise to myself. I just broke it now…and i’m currently lying too. What if he expect so much?

he’ll just forget it, i’m sure of that.

but then the guilt? No…no, i don’t even want to think about it anymore.

everyday, you would visit him, in that small room, the aroma-therapy you had set for him was quite of…soothing and pleasant, you’ve always put some aromatherapy on the side of chronically ill patients just for them to remember that they’re currently living on reality, for them to remember that…they’re currently still going on with their life and that’s fine, it’s hard enough to survive, to wake up. Kaeya seems to have knew this well, after all, he would always greet you with a smile, a ghostly smile. He would always talk to you, trying his best to train his vocal, sometimes there’s hole inside his conversation, but that’s okay, he tried to stick in the present and not in the future. That’s enough for you to know that kaeya still has the energy to keep on living.

he’s surviving…all he had is this room, his clothes, and himself. No, not even himself. He doesn’t even know the existence of himself. Maybe i’m the replacement of that blank space across his memory? Yeah that’s what a nurse supposed to be, right?

he had always stare at the window when you passed through the hall of the ward, almost like he had lost his senses over that spot. Sometimes you would hear him mutter…”don’t…jump.” to the window, his tears coming through his eyes, and his hands are shaking. It was terrifying, at first. He would get near the window while his eyes are all watery and he doesn’t seem to realise his own movement.

“hey…stay alive…”

“hey…hey….i’m here…”

“why did you jump…?” , this exact sentence hasn’t been told before. Thus, made you jump into conclusions…

after what happens to be an hour after that mutters he made inside the room, you went to check on him. He’s on the couch, reading his own essay. The handwriting almost unreadable, the essay was long, confusing, and…the papers are all scraped.

“Hey…mom?”, shit, it’s only been a month since he was admitted here. The scan told me that his progress is fast and horrid…yet this one is too much.

you continue the act, that’s what you’ve been told and what you’ve learned. “yes kaeya..?” .

“mom, an insane person leave this paper inside this house…can we stop…renting this place..? It’s dangerous right? Can we leave mom..? I’m scared…i’m so scared mom.” he nudge on your clothes and start to hug your arm.

“n-no sweetie…there’s no such as an “insane person”. Now…how about we eat our food first to keep you healthy from being hunted by the ghost..?” This would be a good way to communicate with kaeya…you thought. Sihce he’s slowly losing touch, it’s better for him to dream, after all…he wants to survive this until his birthday, right…?

you served him the food…it’s not the best one, yet it already made kaeya hungry. Though, suddenly he loses his reconnection to his hallucinations once more..

when he look at you again, his face turns into a confusion…he smiles politely, “s-sorry uh…i remember meeting my mother…uhm…might i ask if you know where is she and…who are you?”

“I’m [name]…and you must be kaeya right? Your mother asked me to have you here.” You lied, so whatever you would say can never shocked him nonetheless.

“o-oh i see…but mother has died…just a few days ago…she jumps from that balcony…” he points out to the window, there’s no balcony, he’s hallucinating that he is on his house now. “well..at least i know mom left me with a new friend…right, [name]..?”, you gulp, yet you just smile and nod. You know this is the only way he can connect to the world…

“kaeya?”

“….who’s kaeya?”, he asked you. His eyes wander. Then it meet yours. He holds your hands, securely. “I wanna know kaeya…i’m…yaya…mother told me i’m yaya so i’m yaya..”

“somebody i know, you’re interested?”, you teased him, your voice brightful, chuckling at the way he seems so interested at the man she would call his past, sugarcoating the man you see before you. It has been 2 in a half month since he was admitted here, tomorrow is already the third month.

“is he…smart?”, that’s the first thing he asked. He’s presenting your image as a maid that has the same as his. His hallucination seems to touch the corner of his past..

“no he’s dumb…he doesn’t remember my name.”

you told him and he immediately scoffs..”hmph! Then why do you talk about him, i don’t like dumb folks.” He must be a brat back when he was a kid huh?

“Nothing, just feels like it.”

“then you’re quite of dumb for thinking and talking about him..he probably doesn’t remember you. So abandon him!” his hallucinations are actually right, he doesn’t remember you and you’ve been trying your best to make sure that even when everything goes bad…he still has the chance to live.

because…you can see yourself in this position. Helpless, nobody, and lonely. The emotional relation that connects you both are intense and unintentional. Yet you kept on trying to make sure, the part of you that he has in him…is enough to keep him living. Since, all you wanted is to see another version of the person you want to be..alive. You read the confidential paper on your desk once more, the one where he slip over his registration papers after you leave him all alone inside his room.

“This hasn’t been legally acclaimed and i just like to have this piece of information slip through the files you guys have of me by now. i have read several of information about this disease, i know that i can die just by being there or here, but there are somethings i like to share about my life. Something that would probably remind you when you see me through this illness, hallucination or memory loss, or both, maybe you can correlate those with my story. My mother committed when i turned 15, that was her present for me…she loathe me, she think of me as a burden for not being the one who’s sick enough to die just like my adoptive brother, diluc. So when she die…i thought i also have to die. After all, i have nobody, my father was away and i’m just his adoptive son, whatever have i done to this family? So…in my early adulthood, i develop a chronic memory loss due to trauma, as per my psychiatrist mentioned. It was…alright, at first. But then..at the age of 30, it becomes some-what more like a delusional. I know it wasn’t right so i decided to check myself at this age, 35, when i barely even remember what is my name without my phone reminding me who i am again and again. I wanna die…i can’t help but to live off the guilt i didn’t even made. So please…my only last wish is to die at the age of 36…just like the age of my late mother. Alzheimer is my karma and i wish, for all of you, to repent my sins…just like what i intend to do.”

“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on all of you, but i assure…this is what i intend to do for the sake of the guilt that drive me insane everyday.”

I realise that He’s a suicidal bastard who’s unlucky, i’m trying…i’m trying so hard so he can live and survive another day. ‘Cus i…i can let somebody as young as kaeya to die and rot in a bed that every patient left with silence in their heart. Cus i can’t let somebody who always smile at me for giving them survival chance to die. His instinct says that he wants to live, so why bother reminding him of this. I’ll just follow his hallucination…until he finally know that he lives and he has to. So please…don’t remember your last wish, just remember that…the day you die, is the day you wish to rest forever.

So kaeya, remember that i’m here, for you to live, until you’re exhausted.

At the fourth month, he lost half of his memory of his adulthood.

At the fifth month, he lost his mobility. Limiting his speech and whatever he usually do daily…is nothing.

i kept trying, i kept on trying…so he wouldn’t remember his last wish. I want to change his course. Cause tomorrow and today still can be change, it still exist the way it is.

10 days before his birthday, you nag on him. Telling him a delusional story you made out of his hallucination for the past months. You’ll pretend to be his mother, his brother, and everything…convincing kaeya to survive. His muscle memory reacted, positively, just like what you expected. After all, you’re trying your best…to make sure that this man last longer than his initial death, cause he deserve one last chance that Alzheimer cannot give to him.

“kaeya…mother is proud of you for reaching this far.”, you mutter to his ears…it perks up. His head wants to move to the direction of your eyes.

“kaeya…you’re doing great…don’t give up now, it’s almost your birthday, maybe let’s have a party with diluc too? He enjoys being with you too, you know?” , his muscle picks up that words and smile slowly.

“kaeya…what do you wish for..? I’m sorry that i can’t be the best mother…that’s what you asked for right..? A present mother..?”,

“Then…survive this week…next week…and more months to come. You deserve a chance to live and see more of the world..” you recreate the words he helplessly crave, so kaeya….with all of his might, able to live, able to regain his purpose in life, to have his guilt all weakened, to the point that he decided to…live for another day. It seems evil, indeed, it is evil, but that’s what he needs…kaeya deserves to live unlike those old fucks that has no manners, kaeya is only a child in adult’s body…

he wants to live, but he can’t…right?

“kaeya…happy birthday….” , you mutter the words perfectly. You pronounce the words as if you’ve already excelled your ways to imitate kaeya’s mother for him. If it’s sympathy, why are you being so kind..? If it’s empathy, why does it matter if he’s alive or not? Because at the end of the day, you find yourself in that piece of him, a kid in a grown up body, and you wish to have somebody like you…live another day, just like you.

he cried. somehow…his tears shows his pain…his past…and everything. Despite the delusion you’re feeding him with, he still holds onto the hope of another day where he can hear his mother’s forgiveness.

his tears was falling rapidly while his eyes are all shining…finally, you sighed. There’s a hint of survival in his eyes once more and it made you…proud, even when you’re not a thing to them.

he survived 36…and i hope i survived 67 too. It’s nice to know that you’re my last patient, kaeya…let’s chat again, i know you would love to hear my story…even when you don’t remember my name any longer.

you put the flower on his memorial space.

from “nurse [name], have a happy reunion with your family.”

taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies

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crows-spells · 7 months

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proof, lies, and doubt in the manifestation community:

Point 1

every once in a while I see people getting harassed for posting fake proof in the tumblr loa community. But it's rare to see proof at all, and tumblr is a community of very private people. But when it does happen you get people desperate and berating them for posting fake proof. I've only actually seen ONE instance of that actually happening and it actually being fake in my years on this app. And I honestly just felt bad for the girl. Above all, threats, harassment and bullying is NOT acceptable! No matter what! All they did was lie to a bunch of strangers on the internet, which is unethical yes but what is WORSE is threatening and harassing a real human being who is behind that screen. Now if they lied and scammed you out of money that is illegal and you should take legal action against it. Not harassment. If they lie and make you doubtful you should grow up and get over it. Those are your options, period. We got folks in this community of all ages but this ain't high school and we don't have time for that disgusting behavior. If your faith in the Law isn't strong enough to the point you lose your mind over one person lying then you don't belong in this community PERIOD. If you sense that someone is lying about their successes in the law, move on, because it's not YOUR manifestation and it should not affect you! TEST THE LAW OUT IN YOUR REAL LIFE. You do not need anyone outside yourself to validate the law. It is for you and you alone. And if you're relying on other people to validate it, you're doing it WRONG. And if you're so angry to the point of harassing and berating a stranger for lying then that shows that you are looking to others to validate what you're capable of. The people out here harassing others are just showing that they're not capable of even manifesting a donut. $1. Not even one speck of glitter. And that's because they're so miserable. And WHY they are so miserable. Lmao.

Point 2

The law of assumption states EVERYONE IS YOU PUSHED OUT. Therefore any lies, scams, or fakers are because of YOUR DOUBTS. Once you stop relying on other people in order to feel validated, you'll start to feel that validation within yourself, prove it to yourself, and you'll see the law working EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME. Before I would see fake* proofs whenever I would dig for them. Once on tumblr i saw a girl's account get attacked and I investigated for myself and saw that it really was fake. But nowadays in recent time whenever I question if someone is being honest or not I find it's true because I've taken the time to put the law to the test, manifested one thing after another in a sequence, sat with myself and remembered all the things I have manifested. Sat with myself and thought of my mindset and how I manifested my current situation through it. And affirmed so much that I fully believe within myself what I can do. That is what it fucking takes. Not scrolling for proof and being desperate. If you're sick of not being able to manifest even $1 that's YOUR FAULT. Anyone can do it. So get it together.

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badstargateimagines · 7 months

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Vala Deserved Better and This is My Proposal For How I Would Give Her Better

Here are all the things that I think Vala and I would do if they ever let her breach fucking containment. Jesus H. Christ let the woman LIVE!!! Shout out to @judgeverse and all the other fine folks in the discord for giving me this powerful vision

Go to the club

Obvious but apparently too much for the writers to handle

We would go with like 40 dollars between us and we would find a man to buy us drinks for the night and then give him a fake snap/number at the end of the night

She would finally experience the experience of the bathroom at a club and I think she would find it extremely healing

We would close that bitch and then go and get kebab before we called an uber to get us home

Pre Drinks

This would happen before the club obv but I think pre is a VITAL component to the experience while also being nearly entirely separate

All the SGC girlies chilling doing their makeup

We are all chilling on the floor of a living room using what using whatever mirrors we have close to us sharing big pile of makeup

Our brushes are filthy and Janet is low-key lecturing us about the dangers of sharing eye shadow and having dirty makeup brushes

Her's are also dirty

We have a Spotify jam going that absolutely shreds

We started out w a playlist but then we all wanted to show Vala some tracks so we needed to collaborate.

I show her Meghan Thee Stallion so when she comes on at the club she knows what to do

Janet shows her all the Y2K bangers

Sam just goes fucking crazy on the queue and puts everything from midwest emo to sea shanties on there

Shots obvs

Cam and Daniel keep texting the gc to ask when we're leaving for the club and we keep saying we're leaving soon

We brief Vala on club/bar safety so she doesn't go missing or perish or something

Watching movies but specifically the Barbie movie

I think she would find it very healing

She starts calling men Kens

A week later I find her watching TikTok edits under the 'close your eyes and feel' sound and we watch them together and cry

I gather mine and my mom's old Barbies and we play with them because there is no age-limit on Barbie!!!

I get distracted and go over the bonkers plotlines I used to give my Barbies back in the day.

I also show her other movies that altered my brain chemistry

The Breakfast Club

Mean Girls

Legally Blonde

Pretty in Pink

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Freaky Friday (2003)

Hairspray (2007)

Going for drives in a total shitbox while blasting music

She needs to experience driving around aimlessly for an hour and then ending up having a life-changing conversation in a random parking lot

Girlhood (TM)

Going to the mall

Sometimes you need to show aliens capitalism in action

I have to physically drag her out of bath and body works before she gets swindled into paying full price for a candle like a rube

I explain to her that she just has to wait a couple weeks for candles to go on a like 6 for the price of 2 sale or something and that I will tell her when it's happening

She is baffled by this revelation but listens to me because of my credentials (used to work at a mall and have a spending addiction)

We also buy a new outfit and then go to Sephora to get our makeup done to go w the new fit and also so I can show her my roots

She will also experience The Mall Pretzel

Sleepovers!!!!!

I would do my best to create the ultimate sleepover vibes

I'm talking we buy brand new fuzzy PJs, I string up christmas lights, every snack we could ever want, the entire living room is transformed into a comfy cozy area with everything we could ever need close to us

Trashy reality show playing on autoplay on the TV at a low volume so we can still talk and listen to music but also hear Kris Jenner saying out of pocket shit to her children

I would also give the experience of playing Nintendogs with your bestie

Maybe even a powerpoint night??

Putting tinder on the big screen and roasting men together

Playing the Sims and collaborating on the most ridiculous sims and houses to ever exist

Go Karting

Let this woman at the wheel immediately!!!

We could kick ass and then get a lifetime ban from the track

These 10-year-olds aren't ready for us!!!

Lighting section at Home Depot

Self-explanatory

IKEA

We would spend so many hours there just pretending we were furnishing a mansion with unlimited money

Saying: "Omg this should be in the Sims" to each other

The IKEA cafeteria my beloved

The only thing we buy is a Djungelskog each

Racing the carts in the warehouse part

A crucial yet forbidden part of the experience

Karaoke

She would love karaoke

No further points your honour

#stargate #sg1 #stargate sg1 #vala mal doran #bad stargate imagines #sam carter #janet fraiser #daniel jackson #cameron mitchell

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 7 months

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 6: Leash and Collar, Medical Torture, Sacrifice

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

Your toes swing precariously against the wooden stool. You stand a little straighter, a little taller, to ease the abrading rope from digging into the flesh of your neck. The sun was almost mid sky, the heat becoming sweltering as you awaited your fate. It felt unfair to be hung for what had been nothing more than a sequence of poor choices and even poorer outcomes.

You hadn’t meant for that man’s gun to go off and send a blast of metal shards straight into his gut. You’d been trying to wrestle it away from him, to reason with him that your life was a high price to pay just for trespassing onto his land and eating some of his crops, but the man would hear none of it. In hindsight, you should’ve just been that evil, murderous person that they now intend to hang you for.

You could’ve left him alone on his ranch to bleed out onto the ground like an animal, but you didn’t. You made the foolish decision to go for help. When he succumbed to his injuries despite your efforts to seek medical attention for him, the Sheriff had been quick to dole out the role of judge, jury, and executioner within the span of about 15 minutes. Turns out killing the poker partner that was always good for a losing hand was enough to disgruntle the Sheriff to determine it had been an intentional burglary gone wrong and that you needed to satisfy the demands of justice over your sins.

You can’t quite see the face of the broad, handsome stranger who had unceremoniously interrupted your death. You hear his heavy accent with a smooth, relaxed cadence. You strain to hear, but the blood is pounding in your ears like thunder. You can’t hear much more than a few sparse words scattered in meaningless order.

You see the Executioner look over his shoulder to ensure no one is around before accepting a handful of paper slips from the Visitor. He tucks it into his back pocket and makes his way up the stairs. The Visitor follows his movements before his eyes lock with yours. There’s something soft in them. You think it’s a nice gesture from the universe to have something so beautiful to focus on right before you die. The little comforts in life.

“Lucky day, boy,” the Executioner laughs quietly. He makes quick work of detaching your noose from the gallows but keeps your hands tied. “Try anything, and I’ll blow yer brains out,” he warns.

He marches you down the stairs, glancing every which way for onlookers, and shoves you towards the Visitor. You stumble but catch yourself with a light hand of support from the Visitor. You look back and forth between the men in confusion. Were you being retried? Had somebody caught wind of the Sheriff's corrupt proceedings and intervened?

“Get outta here before somebody sees you,” the Executioner snaps.

The Visitor nods and wordlessly takes hold of the rope at the end of your noose. He mounts his horse effortlessly. You note the width and musculature of his hips and thighs. He’s a broad man all over, even bigger than he looked from up in the gallows. He’s older than you by at least 10 years if not 15 or 20. He’d had a life of labor, no doubt about that, and so much work in the sun had a tendency to age folks quicker.

“Keep up as best you can. I won’t make you run, but we need to leave here quickly,” he tells you.

Were you being kidnapped? Had those papers been bills and not a legal decree? Your stomach jolts. You try to make sense of your new predicament, but you haven’t had proper nutrition or hydration in days. You’d already started out in a deficit, but the rundown jail had been no remedy to your plight.

The Visitor gently knocks the inside of his ankles into the horse, and you do your best to keep pace. He looks down at you every now and then, you think to make sure you’re not plotting any sort of brazen escape, but he’s got that same soft tenderness in his gaze that goes as quickly as it comes. After you make it far enough away from town, you decide to confront him.

“What are you going to do with me?” you demand. Your voice is hoarse with exhaustion and dread.

The Visitor looks down at you with a contemplative look. “Are you hungry?”

The hominy soup tastes better with each bite. You lean forward in the shoddy wooden chair for your next bite.

“Ah, steady. Steady now or it will drip all over you,” the Visitor cautions.

Your cheeks flush at your tactless etiquette, but you’re starving. The first spoonful had sent your blood sugar rocketing. It was the most alive you’d felt in months. The little comforts in life.

“Sorry,” you mutter. You avoid his gaze, not just to stave off your embarrassment but to also keep from looking into his large brown eyes for too long – too long for an innocuous explanation to be plausible. There were hardly any men like you that you’d met, and, even of those bedfellows, many refused to freely act on their desires for fear of exile or the gallows.

You’d avoided death or worse so far today, and you didn’t want to tempt fate.

“Why’d you take me?” you blurt out. The spoonful of much needed sustenance hovers near your mouth before the Visitor places it back into the bowl. He sighs and looks away in thought for a moment before meeting your eyes again. Your stomach flips at the direct eye contact.

“You remind me of somebody that I once knew,” he answers cryptically.

“So, what? I’m some… memory from the past? That doesn’t sound like a convincing enough reason to bribe one of the Sheriff’s men and take off with their bounty,” you balk.

He smiles gently and looks over your features as though he’s plotting someone else’s countenance onto your own. “It’s not always something that can be explained, I guess,” he offers.

You huff and shake your head. “Look, can you just tell me what the fuck I’m doing here? Can you just.. get it over with, whatever it is?”

He looks taken aback slightly at your suggestive wording. “You think I’m going to harm you? After saving your life? Getting you all the way here? Feeding you from what low stock I have in my kitchen?”

Each question makes the guilt you feel triple. You jut your chin out defiantly. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to think. Some man just shows up and, what, pays for my salvation out of the goodness of his heart? You expect me to believe that? I don’t even know your fucking name! You’re talking like—”

“Silva,” he interrupts calmly. “My name is Silva.”

Your mouth slowly closes, the rest of you rant dying on the tip of your tongue. You shift uncomfortably with your arms still restrained and that damn rope still around your neck like he didn’t want you to forget for a single moment that he was your savior.

“You still have me tied up. If you’re just some nice gentleman, then why am I still bound?” you challenge.

Silva shrugs and sits back in his chair. “Just trying to make sure neither one of us is set up to make any rash decisions.” His brow puckers for a moment as if he’s said too much, although you’re still firmly in the dark as to what point there is to him bringing you here.

You take the moment of pause to let your eyes wander. His graying hair is tousled and flips aimlessly over his ears and neck. His scruff lines his jaw in patches, which only make his mustache all the more prominent. He doesn’t appear unkempt. His face and body look lived in, like the soul within burns and flares with a vigor for simply existing. His eyes are the final provocation for your comprehensive preoccupation.

His thighs pressed against the seat make them look even wider, and your cock twitches imagining how it must feel to be bracketed between them. He’s commanding in such an effortless way that it makes your lower belly warm with want. You realize you’ve been staring for much too long and look up to see he’s quietly observing you.

Your cheeks heat at having been discovered ogling. Then the fear creeps in. He appeared to be a shrewd, observant man, and you suddenly felt very exposed. What would he do if he knew the truth? What would he say if he discovered your visions of lovers had looked more like him than any of the town whores beckoning men for a “night of comfort” for only a few coins.

“If you want to leave, I will untie you,” Silva decides. “But I will warn you, I will not hesitate to kill you if you attempt any sort of violence on me or my land.”

Your adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow. The voice in your head is screaming at you to run and count your blessings at having evaded death another day. The call of his body sang to your blood. His was a siren song to your sanity, promising to engulf and drown you, and you can’t find it in yourself to care whether or not you can swim.

“Who is he?” you press with a shaky voice.

Silva’s jaw twitches. He knows exactly who you mean. He knows the implication behind the question. He can feel the shift of the energy in the small room.

“Somebody I spent a lot of time with.” His expression is as murky as his answer.

“And you miss him?” Your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

“You should go,” Silva asserts, but his big brown eyes betray any conviction.

“And what if I want to stay?” you whisper.

Silva wrenches you up from your seat with a firm grasp on the rope around your neck. Your face is so close you can almost touch his striking, aquiline nose. His eyes burn into yours, his pupils pooling into swollen rings of desire. The white of his knuckles pales as he grips the rope tighter.

“You’re getting yourself into a situation you won’t be able to back down from,” Silva warns. “You’re being careless.”

You can’t hold back any longer, and you aren’t sure how much bloodflow you have left to your brain before you pass out. So, you lean in and hungrily kiss the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. His entire body tenses at the gesture, his free hand flying up to your back to orient himself to something. When you pull back to assess the damage, there’s nothing but full blown lust.

Silva drags your mouth back onto his as he messes with the knots around your bound wrists. You wiggle them in an effort to help free yourself, and soon enough your hands are unrestricted. You tangle them into Silva’s hair as he nudges you onto the table with his hips. You scramble to scoot yourself up and peer at him excitedly.

He’s caging you in on top of the table, hungrily kissing and licking into your mouth. The moan that escapes only serves to rouse him more as he deepens his kiss and fervor of his groping. His large hand cups your hardon through your trousers, and you groan at the feeling of him taking control of your body.

“Have you ever taken a man in your mouth before?” he asks breathlessly.

You nod and shimmy down the table onto the floor. Your wrists are sore from being tied for so many hours, but you don’t hesitate to work his fastenings open to reveal his stiff length. Your mouth waters watching the heft of it bob in front of you.

“Open,” he gasps desperately, pleading.

You take him as best you can, the corners of your mouth stinging at the stretch of him. The thought of him cleaving you in two makes your cock jump. You shove a hand down your pants and wrap your fist around it.

“Can you– Can you take more of it? Please?” he pants.

You’re in the midst of trying to figure out how to relax your jaw more when he pulls on the rope. It inches your head forward, and you both moan in unison. When your throat starts to spasm, he releases the taut pull of the rope and allows you to slide your mouth off him with a choking sound. You gasp for air and marvel at your handiwork, several strands of saliva bridging between your mouth and Silva’s cock.

He jerks you up from the floor and turns you to face the table. He crouches down and tugs your pants the rest of the way down. You brace yourself on the table, two palms flat and wide against it, and cry out when you feel his tongue against your entrance.

“Silva,” you whimper. You throw your head back in complete euphoria. He grunts as he delves his tongue into you and his large hands effortlessly spread you for his gluttonous gorging.

He starts to insert a finger but meets the resistance of your nerves and underworked hole. He stands and rummages through some of the glass containers on the table.

“Safflower oil,” he pants as he answers your silent question.

He douses his hands in the lubricant and strokes you with it. Your hips jerk at the slick pull of his hand on your hard cock. His other hand works to relax your hole as you whimper and whine through the stretch. By the time he works a third finger into you, you’re gasping and leaking precum everywhere.

“Silva, please. I don’t care,” you pant. “I don’t care if it hurts at first. I just want it. Please.”

He makes an anguished groan and works more safflower oil over himself before rocking his length between the cleft of your cheeks.

“You’ve had a man here before?” he moans into your ear. You slip a hand behind you to cradle the side of his face.

“Y-Yes. Not too many,” you assure him.

“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re gonna fuck my fist,” he grunts as he prods your entrance with his bulbous tip.

You try your best to relax as he slowly enters you. He speaks freely into your ear as he stretches you open.

“You ever had this? A man taking your hole and making it his own? Letting him fill you up so you still smell like his cum even the next day?” he rasps.

Your eyes roll back as he bottoms out. You both rest for a moment as he waits for you to relax and adjust to his size.

“So fucking good. Better than your mouth, even,” he moans as he starts to rock his hips back and forth into you. “And your mouth was heaven for my cock.”

You cup your balls and gently massage them as he starts to propel himself faster and deeper. His large hand practically swallows your entire cock. You watch yourself disappear under his fingers before emerging again with each thrust.

“I-I’m gonn–I can’t hold off,” you stutter as your impending orgasm surges.

Silva buries his nose into the sweaty hairs along the nape of your neck and breathes you in, seeming far off and lost in the moment at the same time. You wonder briefly if he’s thinking of the man he said you reminded him of. His other arm slings around the front of your chest and pulls you flush against him.

With one deep thrust, he hits a spot that has you spurting out all over the table. Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream of ecstasy as he snaps his hips into you rapidly before reaching his own climax. He grips you against his chest as he spills inside you with a gritty whine.

He noses the curls at your hairline and breathes you in shamelessly. You let yourself sink back into the expanse of him, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of another man’s arms encasing you in a sated, serene glow. Even after you both clean up at the wash stand and hug each other’s naked bodies through the night, you feel the tingle of human closeness buzzing in the configuration of your veins and synapses and bone.

When he saddles up a horse for you the next day, you try to refuse. It’s too much. It’s not the best horse, but it’s still a horse. It’s too much. He’s already given you so much. You press into his mouth with a soft kiss. He grins at the gesture, not remarking on the discrepancy between what’s been given and what’s been taken.

You’re leaving with your heart filled, your stomach full, your journey feasible, and still living and breathing.

You turn to look at him one more time, to memorize his face, and to give him a warm smile.

“Thank you, Silva.”

He nods humbly and returns the nicety.

“I hope you find him again, wherever he is,” you say in earnest.

His eyes sparkle a bit at that. “Me, too.”

#kinktober #silva strange way of life #silver x reader #rootinest fruitinest cowboys

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leoblooms · 1 month

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Paul family lore dump

woooo ok here's the lore dump about his parents and sister under the cut! It's a little stream of conscious but yea maybe I'll edit it a smidge

Amelia and Isaac

Amelia Allen (maiden name- Kaminsky) met Isaac Allen at the same community college. He was getting his start studying for a law degree while she was getting a liberal arts degree. While somewhat differing in views, they hit it off fairly well. He found Amelia well-spoken, not putting up with getting talked down to. Both came from Jewish households, but Isaac had a more traditional upbringing that showed in his approach to religion in Paul’s childhood up until their divorce.

They eloped in 1957 after Amelia graduated, and had their first child at ages 21 (Amelia) and 23 (Isaac), Jennifer. Both were incredibly excited to have their baby girl and Amelia took to taking care of her as Isaac continued his law degree studies. Over the next six years, Isaac saw success as a corporate lawyer and their quality of living only grew. Needless to say, they were comfortable, living in a New Jersey suburb as an upper middle class family. So much so, they decided to have their second child in 1963, Paul.

However, a year or so later Isaac grew colder and more distant. He spent less and less time with his family much to Amelia’s annoyance.

Amelia became more outspoken of her own beliefs, becoming interested in keeping up with politics along with developing an affinity for the folk scene. She was what some would label a hippie. Isaac had little interest in politics, humoring her but not feeling one way or the other. He felt things were pretty good in terms of the opportunities he’s had even with some obstacles and hardships. He’s a believer in the bootstrap ideology and claims a lot of people should just suck it up and get a job.

This would cause heads to butt more and more especially as he withdrew from his role in the family. On nights, he’d come home and isolate in his study, listening to records and keeping to himself. Amelia on the other hand, would do her best to be there for both of their children but it wore her down. The fighting increased but they tried to not do it in front of the kids, but that wasn’t always successful. Isaac would begin to take his frustration out on Paul, as he viewed him to be too soft (despite being a child) because of him mostly hanging around Amelia and Jen. This would result in verbal abuse that made it so Paul avoided him as much as possible. Amelia of course found this to be horrible, but did little to intervene in the moment.

This would all accumulate until around 1970 when the two filed for divorce, Amelia getting full custody of both children. Isaac had no interest in fighting her on that, ultimately being absent from their lives post-divorce.

Amelia did everything she could to make things as painless as possible for her kids, and through alimony they were able to still live a fairly comfortable life and send both of them to college. She didn’t try to keep much contact (outside of any legal obligations) with Isaac after everything until he reached out in 1987 to tell her he had been diagnosed with cancer and wanted to make ammends. She would let him stay with her in 1989 up until his death, cared for by hospice nurses in the guest bedroom.

Jennifer

Jennifer Allen is Paul’s older sister (6 year gap), she took on a lot of responsibilities after their dad left including babysitting Paul a lot. She’s always been protective of Paul and of course never wanted him to believe he had to fight his battles alone. After an assault in college, Paul begged her not to tell their mom and she obliged. A part of her still wishes she had, wondering if she only made things worse by not pushing him to seek help. As he got older, a rift began to form between them especially after their dad was back in the picture. Jen does her best to keep them close, and Paul similarly but there will always be something lost.

The one thing her and Paul truly disagreed on was their dad. Jen had 6 years on Paul and thus, had a different experience of their dad before things went downhill. Blinded by nostalgia, she can’t bring herself to fully hate him like Paul can so when he tries to make ammends, she scolds Paul for refusing. This has always been a thing between them, even as kids when she blamed him for the divorce. In her early teen mind, he came along and caused strain and she wasn’t afraid to tell him that. She grew past this as she got older and feels guilty for how she treated him, but doesn't broach the subject.

Jen studied fine arts and now runs her own small studio. She also volunteers a lot to help foster kids find homes, having a soft spot for them despite having no interest in having her own.

She also cannot stand Patrick and has voiced her views of him to Paul in private. But really, it's not very subtle anyway. She's happy Paul's not as in the closet but he could do better in her opinion.

Both her and Amelia know Paul's gay. Amelia walking in on Paul kissing a boy he had over in high school and Jen finding out shortly after. His mom was embarassingly supportive and both tried to coax him into living as his authentic self (something Paul doesn't truly feel he can ever have if he wants to keep his current lifestyle). Jen being bisexual can relate to Paul's conflicted feelings about this, but is nowhere near as in and out of the closet.

Other things about Paul

Paul got carsick a lot as a kid. Like he threw up more than once to the point where his mom would have to pack plastic bags and medicine.

He has curlier hair, but would straighten it in high school. In college, he let it go and by his late twenties he gelled it down.

Since he was a teen, Paul was a huge hair metal/ heavy metal fan. His favorite bands being Motley Crue and Judas Priest.

Paul would sometimes read comics with Jen, who was much more into them than Paul was.

Despite not having much of a connection to religion, he does get together with his mom and sister for Yom Kippur, Passover and the weekend nights of Hanukkah. Mostly because their mom wants to celebrate and be with them like when they were kids.

He'll never say, but he always worries about becoming his father. There are moments he can see such a thing happening, but he can't stand thinking about it too long.

#paul allen #hi lol heres the dump #lore notes #this is also just nice as ref for myself ngl

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mythaura-blog · 1 year

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Development Update - February 2023

Hi there folks, Miyazaki here with Mythaura’s development update for the month of February!

Topics covered include:

Mythaura Age of Use Policy Update

About Page Expansion

Feature Spotlight: Elements

Beast Species Sizes

Ko-fi Q3 2023 Assets

Beast Creator Contest

More info available under the cut!

Mythaura Age of Use Policy Update

Starting today, March 1, 2023, Mythaura users must be 16 years of age in order to use the site and/or participate in the Discord community. This policy will be enforced starting immediately.

Article 8 of the EU's GDPR forbids collection of data from anyone under the age of 16. The GDPR sets a general age of consent at 16, which means a business cannot "legally process the data of a data subject 15 years-old or younger." In cases where you work with the data of children under 16, you can only process the data with permission from their parent or guardian.

About Us Page Expansion

We have updated our About Page with some more info about the game and features we have planned. There will be even more updates to this page as we continue to develop Mythaura’s core features.

Feature Spotlight: Elements

Mythaura is a world of magical creatures, each born with two elements. These cosmic elements are mysterious and powerful, imbuing the beasts of Mythaura with abilities that give them unique powers.

The first element is based on their species. For example, Griffins have the Air element, granting them incredible flight speed and agility. In addition to their species element, each beast is also given a second element that is cosmically-aligned with the time of day they were born. When both the species element and the personal element of a beast are the same, both the strengths and weaknesses of that element are compounded.

Elements are an important part of the day-to-day life of all Mythaurans. They are part of each beast’s identity, can determine what sorts of jobs they are well suited for, and can turn the tide in battle.

Read through Mythaura's elements more in-depth here!

We've also created Discord roles for each element; feel free to rep your element in the official Mythaura Discord server!

Beast Sizes

Each beast species in Mythaura has standard ranges for height and weight; a beast's size is determined at birth, influenced in part by genetics from its parents, in part by other non-hereditary factors. All beasts will always fall within this predetermined size range: as shown in the example below, the largest adult Basilisk will never be larger than the smallest adult Ryu.

All beasts will receive stat bonuses and penalties based on how they size up against the species's average size, and can use these stats to strategic advantage in battle.

Read more about the heights, weights, and elements assigned to each beast species here for more info!

Quarter 3 (2023) Rewards Reveal

Our Quarter 3 rewards have been completed and are ready for their public debut! Thank you to the Ko-fi Sponsors who voted on the different Glamour and Companion concepts, we appreciate your support and feedback.

Q3 (2023) Glamour: Tainted Claws

Q3 (2023) Companion: Shimmer Kelp-Dancer

Q3 (2023) Solid Gold Glamour: Kirin

Beast Design Contest

We’re back with another Beast Design Contest! We’re looking forward to all the fantastic creations that this community comes up with.

Here are the parameters:

Each individual can submit one (1) Beast option for consideration

Any species fine (babies included)

Fill out Google form; provide both a picture and the preview code

We’ll pick three winners to have their Beasts featured on the front page for Quarter 4 (April 1 -June 30). Winners will also receive:

1x Beta Key

1x Quarter 3 (2023) Skin: Tainted Claws

1x Quarter 3 (2023) Companion: Shimmer Kelp-Dancer

These rewards will be applied directly to your account.

Submissions for the Beast Design Contest are due by March 15, 2023. The form will close at 11:59pm PST. Winners will be announced in the April 1, 2023 Development Update.

Miscellaneous

3 Companion sponsorship slots added to Ko-fi shop. Reminder that these are one per customer per month and first come first serve.

You can now copy the import code from offspring in our predictor by clicking on the image of the generated offspring.

The creator UI has been cleaned up, moving the settings to a better location, condensing some of the elements, and adding a species info dialog.

Code Log

Mythaura v0.12

Turn cleanup and adds s3 support for demo battler images

Modifies species endpoint to include size & element data

Renames “aura” stat to “focus”

Generates offspring code with predictions

Updates & fixes bugs in battle state management

Includes more data on the Elements endpoint

Fixes bug with updating species data in CMS

Implements support for stat changes on accuracy, critical chance, evasion, damage dealt, and damage taken

Implements support for surge abilities

Implements support for custom ability classes

Adds check & event dispatch for battle resolution

Made some mobile Optimizations

Fixed issues with ability animations in battle

Made adjustments to battle UI

Made progress on turn resolution

Thank You!

We appreciate you sticking through to the end of this month’s updates!

Check back in soon for beast descriptions, so many incredible Ko-fi sponsored items, new quarterly rewards to vote on, expanded information about elements, a deeper look into the movements of Mythaura's cosmos, and so much more.

See you around the Discord!

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mariamariquinha · 2 years

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A Tale of Camden Town (Alfie Solomons x f! reader)

Part 2

Summary: You started to work with Alfie Solomons himself and he proved to be more than a man with a lot to say.

Word count: 5.4k (hello ???)

Warnings: A slight mention of working in a brothel, another slight mention of religiosity, a bad word here and there, eventual sex talk, unprotected p in v sex, some pining, and Alfie Solomons himself. Forget the canon too, okay? There’s no mention of what happened in Peaky Blinders.

Author’s Note: Sorry for any language mistakes, folks! I’m really happy to share this piece with you all! SAFE TO REMIND that this is a work of FICTION.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I still don’t have a taglist, but my inbox are open for eventual new works if you want!

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It was a rainy day. A stupid… Umid rainy day.

You looked around Camden Town, pressing your fingers into the hem of your coat that was already two numbers too big for you. Someone yelled on the other side of the street, and it startled you.

You took the paper from your purse, checked the address, gulped at the realisation as if it was the first time. One step, two steps…

“You’re late.”

Marla was a typical middle-aged woman, holding a stern expression but with good intentions from what you’ve heard. She was at a window, opened enough to see your face and not wet the insides of the house.

“I’m sorry.”

She took in your stance, head to toe, then focused on your face.

“Enter through the back door. Be careful with Cyril.”

You didn’t ask who Cyril was; in fact, you didn’t dare to say anything more at all. With said careful steps, you could round the house and find a back door, which you opened.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

A beautiful and big Bullmastiff got close enough to sniff your feet and inspect your presence with enthusiasm. With effort, you bowed enough to not let him leave the house and, more so, not ruin your dress.

“Someone told me that the train would be late because of the bad weather.” Marla appeared again, but this time she wasn’t looking. “How’s Mrs. Fitz?”

“She is…” Cyril sniffed closer to your leg before leaving you. “She’s fine, sent her regards from Peterborough.”

“I should write to her… Please, remind me.”

“As you wish.”

The laundry was almost dark, but there were two small windows for sunny days, you suppose. With small lamps to light up the space, you could see Marla working on a laundry basket, and for a few seconds she lets you take in the place in silence.

When you looked at her again, she was measuring your clothes.

“Is that all you have?” She nodded to your small handbag, which made a feel of embarrassment build in your gut.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Well, Mr. Solomons is not an extravagant man, but perhaps you need more austere uniforms.” Sounded more as a talk to herself, because Marla nodded and gestured for you to come closer. “The late maid left her dresses here, you can use them for now until we buy new ones. Come.”

It was neat, the place where she showed you the extension of your new work. There were two doors, one for each room, and your bedroom was small and sophisticated. Maybe Mr. Solomons weren't extravagant, but the furniture looked… too adequate for a maid’ room.

“Breakfast is served at seven.” She explained, giving you a full view of her partially greying hair as she tied the dress around your waist. “Mrs. Fitz told me you don’t have experience with cooking, but I’ll teach you with time. As I said, our boss appreciates good things, but he’s sly.”

This thing about Marla intrigued you. She didn’t mention Mr. Solomons with fear, nor reticence - she talked as if he was a normal man, rich by legal achievements and distant from the reality of a gang leader he was. If it was a consequence of her time working for the man, you didn’t know, but you felt some particular curiosity of how things were made.

So you asked.

“Is there anything I should know about him?”

Marla stopped, then looked at you for a moment before going back to fixing the sides of the dress.

“He doesn’t bring his work to the house and you should never ask about it. Don’t snoop, don’t steal, don’t go out there talking about whatever you see here. That’s how things work.”

“Right.”

“... You’ll be fine.” She said it as a statement, both hands in your arms. “And you can call me Marla.”

“Okay… Marla.”

The woman smiled a little, then patted your shoulders and started to talk again about the routine. You didn’t pay that much attention, looking at the window and spotting interesting details at the view of a brick wall on the other side.

Particularly scared of what would be of you now, fixing residence in London and working with an infamous man like Alfie Solomons.

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First, you’ve heard a thump. Not a big one, you wouldn’t hear it if the house wasn’t so silent. Then Cyril left his place on the counter of the kitchen, wagging tail and running in the direction of the door. Just when you’ve heard a voice, a grunt accompanied by a simple “hey, ma boy” that you knew what time it was.

Seven in the morning. Not even a minute late. The breakfast was already served, you even appreciated the dining room for a moment; the windows and the big table.

“Marla!”

She wiped her hands and left without a single complaint of not being able to finish peeling the potatoes with you. There was a small conversation, which you didn’t hear, and she got back.

“He wants to talk with you.”

“... Huh?” You raised your head from the bowl in front of you.

“Mr. Solomons. Go, I’ll finish it.”

And it sounded like a demand, not a question, so you got up and she took your apron in a single movement, gesturing to the door. This time, you didn’t take slow and suspicious steps, maybe for impulse.

Alfie Solomons was a lot of things. A gang leader, a not so fervent jewish, a baker, a beast, and as you saw with your own eyes that morning, an elegant rich man. He situated himself at the edge of the table, a lit cigar on one side as he ate an omelet and stroked Cyril's head with his left hand. His beard was well cared for, but looking at him at this distance, at his light… He looked sly.

“Take a seat.”

You frowned, hesitantly to pull a chair, and this lack of attitude made him take his eyes from the plate to you.

“As I recall, Marla didn't tell me you're deaf.”

So you did, with an embarrassed nod while the man didn’t take his eyes from your subtle presence by his side. Of course you didn’t speak, nor keep staring at him, which led to good moments of silence, just the sound of his fork around the room.

The rain was pouring outside, bating the window with care.

“Do you drink?”

“Not if I can avoid it.”

He nodded, cleaning the sides of his mouth in the last bites of food.

“And what do you drink when you can’t avoid it?”

“... Wine, maybe. I don’t think a woman should explore that much of their freedom with alcohol.”

“You don’t need to answer what you think I wanna hear, miss.” Mr. Solomons leaned back on his chair, sighing a little. “Unless what you’re saying is an honest opinion.”

“It is.”

“Why.”

Was that an interrogation? He was measuring your reactions, catching the way you simply felt shy enough with his intense gaze? Either way, you gulped before answering absentimely.

“My experience says it.”

“You mean your time working on that brothel at Northampton?”

You wanted to say that it wasn’t a brothel. You wanted to look straight into his eyes, confident enough, and mention your conditions to be there. That your life wasn’t easy. That just like him, you needed to find your ways and this ways could be more difficult because of your sex. That you were a respectful woman, even if the places you’ve been weren't respectful.

But you didn’t.

Because of course he knew it all.

“... Yes.”

Mr. Solomons nodded, made a small frown with his mouth, then got back to eating as if it was nothing. Your hands were sweating, you needed to dry them in your dress to prevent any more visible discomfort.

“Are you religious?” The questions kept going, as you saw.

“I used to go to church with my late employer.”

“Ms. Smith?”

“Yes.”

“And what happened? Not a God to fear anymore?”

“I do my prayers at home, eventually. The work at… the brothel hampered me to visit my faith in a sacred place.”

“Mm.” He hummed, passing a hand on his beard. “So you wouldn’t do anything to harm the integrity of my house?”

“It never crossed my mind, sir.”

Mr. Solomons studied you with attention, creating a tense silence between you both.

Not that you noticed before, because you never saw him in person, but for a rigid and criminal man, he was easy on the eyes. His gaze had this magnetic orbit, in a pale shade of green which could be perceptive by the comfort light from the window.

If he saw something on you too, he didn’t show.

“Do ya have someone to go back for? Here or anywhere?”

You didn’t know why you hesitated to answer that too. Still, he waited patiently like a monk, taking in your expressions like you’re some jewel to be inspected.

“No, sir.”

“So you don’t have a problem living here? With me and Cyril?”

Whatever plan he had with the conversation, your confusion made it clear that you didn’t understand at all.

“No, sir.”

“Good, good…” He pondered. “I’ll keep an eye on you, if you don’t mind.”

Not that he was asking, but you wouldn’t know how to answer that, anyway.

“That means that you should also keep in mind that I don’t have any problem punishing a woman with light hands or a tendency to gossip.”

“I’m aware.”

“Looks like we have a deal, then. You can go.”

This time you didn’t even think too much. With a nod and easy steps, you left the man by his own company and entered the kitchen again with what felt like a terrified expression.

Marla stared at you, then got back to chop the potatoes.

“Will you catch the next train or we can start with the chores?”

When you sit - taking the apron and not daring to open your mouth, she huffed a smile and shook her head.

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Ms. Smith used to say that you loved to stay still, just looking - better saying, observing things. Took you three weeks to learn about a new place, and two more to really understand any kind of mannerisms someone could have, because reading places was easier than reading people.

When your presence at the house turned into a full month, you found it odd because that mechanism changed in just one aspect: Alfie Solomons was a blank page to you.

You would come and go around the house doing your chores, even preparing his baths because Marla wasn’t feeling that good to go up and down the ladder with a bucket of warm water anymore, but still… nothing.

And you got that he wanted it to be like that, subtle, away from your acknowledgement. That it was simply a part of him he wasn't ready to show you yet, or not interested at all.

What happened that night was weird. You were finishing the bath with an extra dose of water, paying attention to the temperature. The lights were low and even with the insistent rain outside, you’re sweating from the efforts of the day, especially in such contact with the hot dread that came from the bathtub.

Mr. Solomons entered his bedroom in silence, which was regular, but then he groaned in what sounded like pain when he sat on the edge of his bed. Yes, indeed, he was in pain. Not being able to bend over to reach his boots, probably a consequence of his sciatica - that Marla told you eventually.

Your reaction was automatic, if not bold.

“May I?”

You were in front of him then, pointing at his foot with a finger but not daring to let it linger for too long. Maybe he just had a bad day at work? Why would you…

“Mm-hm.”

He kept quiet while you stood on your knees there, close enough to untie your shoelaces calmly. It should be really a lot of pain, you though, because he wasn’t the one to stay that quiet.

“Marla gave you new dresses, innit?” The question made you look at him. He was frowning, both hands hanging on his thighs and eyes on the side of your dress that eventually showed a little of his left shoulder.

“We…” You cleared your throat, using your fingers to adjust the falling side. “We’ve been cleaning the windows today, Mr. Solomons. The old ones provide me more chances of movement.”

“So the new ones are tight?”

“No! No, they fit me well, just… It wouldn’t be polite to serve your meals wearing a dirty dress. Nor hygienic.”

Because you’ve been taking turns on some of these chores, and you tried to keep yourself clean for eventual visits - even if he didn’t receive a lot of them. Maybe the idea bothered him, seeing you like that when he spent money to give better clothes to his servants.

“And what happened to your shoulder?”

Oh, of course. That. A small scar that seemed insignificant and indifferent, but apparently attracted attention. You weighed your answer for a few moments, fixing your attention at the other shoe instead of speaking at once.

“I had an accident a few years ago.”

“Elaborate on that.”

Okay, he wants to talk. Right. Fine, you can do that.

“... Ms. Smith used to practise horseback riding. She tried to teach me one day, but I eventually fell from the horse and cut my shoulder with the saddle.”

“It hurted a lot, I suppose.”

“Considerably.” You left the shoe beside, well placed on the counter. “Not that I would like to repeat the experience.”

“Of course not.”

It was a subtle giggle, not closer to a laugh but enough to make you mirror his reaction. These sounds filled the space for a time, warming the silent room with a joy that generally were limited to some comment between you and Marla, only.

When they stopped, the atmosphere kept that warm feeling, but Mr. Solomons was looking at you with a different gaze. A good one, you had to admit, not judgmental for the shy sounds of your discreet laugh.

“Would you mind if I see it again?”

You should say ‘yes’, right? Wish him a good night and leave without another word, pretend that whatever good feeling he was transferring from his eyes didn’t affect you in what appeared to be an intimate moment.

But you just shook your head, getting close enough to not make him lean too much, but also to consequently feel his scent, more so a puff of his breath. He was careful enough to touch just the dress fabric, pulling to the side enough to face the scar again.

And he looked. Looked. Looked.

The light touch of his fingers made you gasp softly, but he didn’t mind at all. You felt like an experiment being studied by the attentive gaze of that dangerous and infamous man. Your fingers flexed when he turned his eyes to your face, wandering orbs searching for something.

“You feel it?” He asked with a low voice.

“Tricles."

“Mm… tricles.” The repetition didn’t make much sense, because it was a simple answer, the only one you could give with that proximity.

“Mr. Solomons?”

Marla’ voice startled you two for… whatever was happening, and that made you freeze. He didn’t look affected though; Mr. Solomons sighed, then used his fingers to put the fabric back with care.

“Go.”

Marla didn’t ask when she saw you struggling to put the bucket in place in the laundry, but again, it wasn’t like you would know how to answer too. Your nerves were on fire, a boiling feeling of excitement and anxiety, your mind, on the other hand, wondering what was his intentions - and what was this sensation on you, that not even a cold bath could fix.

Was it… No. No, it can’t be that. He’s my employer, goddammit! He is… He is…

That night, you prayed for answers.

Answers you knew God would be ashamed to give.

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It was like keeping a dirty secret, even if, in a way, you couldn’t define the real nature of what happened between you and Mr. Solomons that night.

You’ve heard stories about this type of behaviour - employers crossing lines with their servants, making things… wrong. That made you think. From what you knew, Mr. Solomons wasn’t married. And from what you remembered, he didn’t offer something you didn’t want.

Desire sounded dangerous; felt dangerous. Mr. Solomons was a man ready to cross those said lines for some fun? You could catch his eyes for that? Not that you’re planning on getting married soon, and even so, that gesture could be just a reflection of a tired man needing a relief.

During the following days, he acted normal. Good mornings and good evenings, a comment or two about Cyril, and still being the incognite you couldn’t decipher.

So you let yourself go.

Tried to, at least.

Mr. Solomons would walk by, make a gesture, and you would look. His shoulders, or his legs when he sat at his armchair at evenings to read, sometimes the thick strands of his hair. It started to consume your mind: an attractive man, away from the natural image of his social status.

“Do you know it?” He asked one morning, pointing at the newspaper with a small text about the new tendency of dresses for young women.

“... Fashion is not my best attribute, Mr. Solomons.” You said in a low tone, hands behind your back.

“Is that so?” A huffed smile passed his lips. “And what is?”

You shrugged, grinning more by yourself than for him, properly.

“Special soaps for french baths.”

After that, he started to pay more attention, you thought. Lingering gazes, small talks about the weather, a comment or two referent to what Cyril liked to eat when you and Marla were cooking.

These interactions happened as if in secret moments, when the other woman wasn’t around, sometimes when you’re preparing another one of his baths. He didn’t ask about that night; nor made a point to question your ‘special soaps’, which were nothing more than flower essences.

It started to feel like a personal and intimate thing. Discreet, lightly, unique, taking your good nights of sleep in exchange for many thoughts and memories about his small acts. Nights twirling your hair, thinking, going to the kitchen to grab a cup of water to retrieve your naivety.

Alone in your thoughts… Imagining. Wondering.

“No need for lights, miss?” Mr. Solomons’ voice startled you, making a gasp fall from your mouth. He was at the doorway, crossed arms and his daily clothes were still there.

You prepared his bath, you remembered, but he came home late. No dinner, nor any glimpse of his presence. In your mind, the man was probably tired of his daily duties and got straight to the bed after a dinner with his friends, but it looked like you’re wrong. There, in front of you, he was very awake.

“Oh, Mr. Solomons! You scared me.”

“I see.” A nod. “What are you doing up so late at night, uh?”

“... Just… Just came to grab a cup of water.”

The only source of light was coming from behind his back, more specifically from the dining room. With the curtains opened, you noticed that he could see you completely - including your white and large t-shirt, an unconventional choice of pyjamas for a lady, principally in the company of your own boss.

This realisation made you cross your arms around yourself in embarrassment.

“Don’t let me interrupt you.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“Drink water?”

“Be dressed like this in front of you.”

For a man with a talkative demeanour, Mr. Solomons chose again the odd option of staying silent, making a gesture to turn around and giving you a chance to walk through the kitchen with some privacy.

You did, hesitantly, walking in your tiptoes as if he didn't already see you there. You grabbed a cup, then a bottle of water, poured a good amount and drinked with your face turned to the window.

It could be just that. Just… an incident.

But then he started talking, sensing your mouth opening to say a ‘good night’.

“These days have been bringing a lot of difficulty to sleep, eh?” He offered, but you didn’t dare to turn to him. “I feel a sense of comfort for not being the only one in that position.”

“... I’m sorry for that.” You mumbled, gripping the edge of the sink.

“Nah, don’t worry. A man like me lives a good distance from the peaceful nights in bed.”

When you’ve heard him shifting, the subtle creak of the floor responding to his movement, your fingers pressed more firmly on the sink, and you knew he was staring at you, your silhouette reflected by the street light.

“What an interesting choice of a nightgown.” Two, three, four steps, enough to make you feel the warmth of his body behind you, your own already chasing that feeling of excitement back. “Did it belong to someone before?”

“N-Not that I know.”

“So it’s truly yours.” His voice was low, inviting, and it didn’t help when his fingers brushed the fabric of your shirt, just at the line of your spine. “Fits you well.”

You needed to resist the urge to gasp at that mix of sensations; his touch, his voice, his proximity. Shivers were running all over your body because of it and you’re pretty sure he noticed.

“Thank you.”

“Smells good too. Did you wash with one of your special soaps?”

If he was messing with you, the strength to laugh didn’t exist in enough intensity to make you reproduce it. Still, you tried, eyes fixed on the sink to find some bravery to speak.

“It was just a tale.”

“A tale… Why would you tell me a tale? I truly believed in it, could even ask you to prepare one of those special baths for me.”

Jesus, was he really this close to let you feel his cologne?

“... I think I disappointed you deeply then.”

“We’re not disappointing anyone here. No, no…” His fingers pressed more firmly on the fabric, tugging at it just a little. “What is that tale of yours?”

You felt more embarrassed then, ashamed of what you should tell him. He didn’t sound impatient, but when he tugged more on the shirt, silently demanding you to look at him, you did. And Mr. Solomons was there, eying you with a different glint on his eyes, almost pressing you against the sink.

You gulped.

“Just a good dose of flower essence, enough to… bring a person closer to their deepest feelings.”

“Mm.” A mumble. “It doesn’t sound like a tale.”

“No?” You breathed at him, staring at some place between his chin and chest, which was peaking a piece of skin from his shirt.

“I would say it’s a promise.”

Mr. Solomons used one single hand to touch your face, lightly, enough to make you sigh at the sensations of his fingers on you again.

“What kind of deep feeling could a man have, naked in a bathtub? Hm?” He stared straight to your eyes then, raised your chin just enough to look back. “Maybe a missing sensation of touching a soft skin, marked by an accident but equally tempting?”

You couldn’t speak, move, or breathe. That man, that… Creature was there, revelling specific thoughts about you, touching, murmuring, praysing. Any other taste of excitement wasn’t compared to what you felt at that moment; his thoughts during the days after what had happened in the room were like children's stories compared to your racing heart and wandering mind.

Kissing him for the first time wasn’t what you could ever expect. There was a care, a softness, a burning desire hidden between the touch of his lips on yours. He leaned enough to make you sigh, your bodies in a distance that could be broken by any small movement.

Carefully, he tugged at the side of your shirt, bringing you to his embrace, making you feel his firm body while you used your hands to hold his shoulders. The thin fabric covering your body didn’t hide your pebbled niples and when you brushed just enough on his chest, a low moan escaped from you.

“Alfie…” You sighed when he distanced his face for air.

That was enough to light the fire and next thing you knew, his tongue invaded your mouth, which you accepted with fervour. It felt so good, so true, that you almost didn’t catch the noise coming from the maid’ chambers - more so, a door being opened.

“Marla usually checks on you at night?” Took you a few blinks to process the question, but you shook your head. “Go to my room. Wait for me there.”

And you did without thinking, running as fast as you could without being noisy, aware of your surroundings to reach the stairs in time to hear Marla greeting him. If she saw, if she asked questions, you couldn’t care less.

Your body was on fire - the taste of his mouth on yours still new and delicious. You closed the door of his chambers discreetly, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves and to prepare yourself for what could come.

Whatever they said to each other, it was fast. You didn’t have time to choose if you should sit on the bed or just stand there, because his footsteps came from the corridor, then he was there again, watching you… literally standing in the middle of the room.

“She heard something.” Mr. Solomons explained. “We’ll not be interrupted again tonight.”

That sent a shiver through your body.

“May I ask you a thing?” He got closer again, this time not hiding his eagerness to touch you, placing his two open palms on your waist.

“Sure.”

“Did any man ever claim you?” Instead of seeking your mouth, he controlled his cravings enough not to take another step forward without your answer.

“No…” You shook your head again, fingers playing with the nape of his neck. “Just boys.” There was a smile on his face at your answer, one that you mirrored.

“Lemme claim you then, my sweetie, lemme… The things I wanna do to you.”

“Do it.” You said confidently. “I’m all yours, Alfie. All yours.”

That same palms went further down, grabbing your ass fiercely and using that support to the closeness of your bodies. He raised the hem of the shirt enough to feel nothing but skin, and while you tried desperately to take his own shirt out of his pants, he growled.

“Come here.”

You both walked blindly in the direction of the bed. Alfie sat on the edge, his hands rubbing your nude tights and a look of reverence on his face, taking in the sensation of your finger finally messing with that hair - finally.

“How do you want me?” You asked with a sigh, horny from head to toe by the way he massaged your buttocks.

“On top of me… Wanna see that pretty tits of yours bouncing while I fuck you.”

With a smirk of yours, you obliged his wishes by placing one leg on each side of his body, sitting right on top of his crotch. The contact of your bare pussy with the rough of his pants and, more so, his hardening dick, give you a delicious friction. Surrendered by your pebbled niples, he didn’t notice right away when you started to tug on the fabric of his shirt, eager to feel some skin too.

When he indulged it, taking off his clothes and throwing it away, you saw… a man. A huge one, with a beautiful chest and belly and… God, his arms… You wanted to touch everything at the same time, feel all of the sensations, bite him, scratch him, kiss every centimetre of his skin.

You gasped with the sound of a tear, the cool air of the room hitting the soft skin of your breasts, now bare and touched by him. You moaned when he pinched your niples, testing, grabbing, and eventually sucking with delicacy, which made you see stars at every pass of his tongue.

The rest was easy to abandon; your shirt and his belt buckle were somewhere behind you. He did a tantalising movement with his bearded cheek to bring his face on the level of yours, brushing your skin until he could take another kiss - a lazy one, but full of the manifestation of your desire.

“You feel so big, Mr. Solomons…” You moaned on his mouth, using your hips to seek more friction from his hard dick.

“But you’ll handle it, yeah?” He teased while smiling. “Handle it like a good girl?”

“Mm-hm.” Biting your bottom lip, Alfie lets you chase some release for a few moments, using the distraction to take discreet bites on your neck and chin.

Right when you feel your pussy clench around nothing, that tightness feeling burning in your belly, he manhandles your body enough to give him space to free his dick. It was really big, leaking in pre cum and making your mouth water.

“Another time, my goddess.” As if reading your mind, he said. “Now I need to feel you.”

Carefully, again, he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing your clit a little and earning a soft gasp from you. At first, it felt tight. With all the length opening you up in a slow thrust, you dug your nails into his shoulders, opening your mouth to utter something but saying nothing at all. He watched your face, then the way your cunt took him, moaning at the sensation.

“You’re gripping me… Look at that tight pussy, being stretched by my cock. Ah… So tight.”

Fully seated on him, you both panted between heated kisses while getting used to the feeling of his cock buried inside you. It didn’t take much for you to start moving, twirling your hips and making him grip your hips firmly.

“Mmm… Yes, my dear, just like that. ‘Being so good to me.”

He used one of his hands to hold the back of your neck, his fingers pulling a few strands of your hair while conducting the way you moved up and down, the wet sound of your sex filling the room. It felt good, unbearable, almost too much. His encouraging words were whispered in your ear - you’re doing so well, such a good pussy, keep going - made you mewl, and it was better than anything your mind could imagine.

In the need of more, both of your movements turned hurriedly, fast, making your skin slap against each other with more vigour. He was hitting the right spot, time after time, not daring to stop for even a second.

“Alfie… Alfie…” You moaned with your head thrown back. “I’m gonna…”

“Go on, I wanna feel it. Gimme that.”

And you did, as if your body was waiting for permission, the orgasm washing over you like a wave of pleasure. Alfie trusted you for a little more, just enough for him to disconnect your bodies momentarily to spill his cum all over your belly and tights.

Usually men wouldn’t moan that loud, hiding their pleasure with grunts and sighs, but he closed his eyes and verbalised his orgasm without shame. Even tired, he puts both hands on your back, bringing you closer again and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

For a time, it was it. Silence, deep breaths and sweating bodies coming down from a wonderful high. You buried your fingers in his hair again, caressing the soft area to take on the good feeling it brought to you; he just stayed there, mapping your back with his calloused palms as if to memorise it.

But maybe, back in your senses, you both should do it. Memorise the shape of each other's bodies, feel what you should be feeling in that precious moment, enjoy… Mostly because it couldn’t happen again. It couldn’t even happen a first time, and considering the rational factor, for a lonely man you could provide some release.

“Nn-nn.” He mumbled when you tried to move out of his grasp, holding you more firmly. “I need to clean you up.”

“But Mr. Solomons…”

“None of it.” Alfie raised his head to look at you. “Inside my chambers, I’m just Alfie to you.”

That made you smile.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, my dear… Is that so.”

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