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An Education in Malice

Pairing: Vanserra!Reader x Azriel

Summary: With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, rough, angry, hate sex basically. sexual degradation (name calling), p in v penetration, sex in da woods, bickering and insults, inner circle slander

Word Count: 6.6k

a/n: i know technically we wouldnt be a princess... but we r a high lord family so were running with it for the sexual tension. also dedicated to my soulmate and the brilliant babe, @itsswritten who told me to write sumthin smutty like this. thank her 🫡

Part Two

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“Hello, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched at the sound.

He’d almost forgotten how grating your voice was to his ears, how it made his body tense with an emotion he could never quite describe. He turned around slowly, taking you in where you stood leaning casually against a tree.

The dress you wore was reminiscent of autumn court elegance, fabric cascading around you in rich hues of crimson, gold, and amber, like the vibrant foliage of the season brought to life, sleeves like flickering flames. There was a sense of wrongness in seeing such an elegant form amidst the wild, your commanding presence even more striking than that of your other family members. If he didn't know who you were, he would have been tempted to describe you as something of unparalleled beauty, a vision amidst a forest of wilderness.

But Azriel knew who you were. He knew what you were.

He had noticed the similarities between you and your brothers quickly, from your mannerisms down to the curve of your lips. You and Eris shared the same snarky smirk– a smirk Az wanted to wipe clean off your faces. You were using it now, holding his gaze with the corners of your lips upturned and amused eyes.

“You look thrilled to see me,” you said.

Az did nothing to hide his disdain as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Where is your brother?”

“Busy,” you responded, absentmindedly running the tips of your fingers along the tree you leaned on. You took a moment to observe the bark before you turned to face Azriel again, a small taunting smile on your lips once more. “I’ll let him know you missed him.”

Azriel held your gaze for a moment, a tick in his jaw as he let out a short exhale. Then, he was turning around to leave, a clear dismissal. A small flicker of anger rose in your body. Quickly, you winnowed in front of him, your sudden appearance setting his shadows into a frenzied dance around him, coalescing into a swirling mass around his neck like a collar of live snakes ready to strike.

“Don’t be rude,” you said, “I’m here on Eris’ behalf. Give me information to report back to him.”

“Nothing to report,” Azriel said, voice flat. He stared at you for a moment, eyes scanning you. And then he was making another notion to leave, brushing past you with a small shove to your shoulder. You nearly laughed at the action, at how easy he was becoming to rile up— at how much your presence bothered him.

“You don’t want to stay and chat?” You said over your shoulder. A flutter of triumph spread in your chest when you heard his footsteps come to a halt. You turned to face him, his back still to you, shadows swirling around his body like black flames. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”

Azriel turned to face you, a small scowl on his beautiful features. “Not long enough.”

You laughed, the sound stroking his body in a way that sent shivers down his spine. You let out a sigh.

“I get bored in Autumn sometimes, you know?”

Briefly, something flickered in Azriel’s hazel eyes, but it faded faster than you could decipher what it meant or where it came from. He titled his head slightly, eyes taking you in fully.

“Not enough cruelty for you?”

“Something like that.”

You both held each other's stares, his icy gaze against your fiery one. He lifted his chin slightly, rolling his shoulders as if to straighten his already stiff posture. You didn’t miss the way his wings extended slightly from their tucked in position, just enough to stand as a warning, as a reminder of who he was— what he was.

“This is a waste of my time.”

Yet, Azriel made no move to leave— not this time.

“Because you have such important matters to return to?” You asked with a raised brow, “You said it yourself, nothing to report. So, are there some damsels in distress to be saved? Something to make you feel important?”

You made sure to pay extra attention to when you mocked his previous words, tone dropping slightly deeper to imitate his. Azriel’s eyes narrowed even more, a dark wave of evident anger washing through his face, nostrils flared, jaw clenched. You bit the inside of your cheek to contain your grin.

You were playing with something dangerous, this you knew. But Azriel was so fun to rile up, so easy to. You understood, now, why your brother seemed to enjoy these meetings so much. You’d assumed Eris was some sort of masochist, somehow finding pleasure in the necessity of being allies with the Night Court, the same people who so commonly disregarded you and your family as evil and cruel— although, they were right to a certain extent. But perhaps Eris had found some sort of entertainment with this affair.

“Stop talking,” was Azriel’s only reply.

“Why?”

He took a step forward. You made sure to stay still, to hold his gaze as he peered down at you.

“Because you’re trying to get a rise out of me,” Azriel responded, his voice cool, “and it will not work.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed. “Play the unphased act all you’d like, we both know its bullshit.”

He said nothing in response, his eyes remaining locked on yours. Azriel’s stare was harder now, colder. A clear warning was written in his features, carved out between his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes: do not fuck with me.

But you welcomed the challenge. If he wasn’t going to admit it, you were more than willing to prove your point.

“You put my brother in a chokehold in a public meeting. You have no self-control. You’re just constantly one spark away from igniting.”

Azriel growled. “Your brother deserved it.”

You raised your brow in a small taunt.

“Because he called your precious Morrigan a slut?”

Whether Azriel wanted to admit it or not, you were very easily tearing at his resolve. He moved quickly, his hand naturally falling to the dagger at his hip. Shadows moved closer to you, but with a swift movement of your fingers, they were met with the spark of a small flame, quickly retracting back into their mass form near Azriel’s shoulders. You winnowed back to your original place, back against the rough tree bark.

“Careful, Shadowsinger,” you sneered, “You’re forgetting your manners.You didn’t even let me finish.”

Azriel wore a clear scowl now, brows furrowed as he held your gaze from afar, hand still on his weapon. There was something deadly about the way you made him feel, the intensity of those feelings far surpassing any hatred he held for your brothers– Eris, specifically. In truth, the more time Az spent near Lucien, the more he saw him as someone good– and the less similarities he seemed to bear with you, his conniving snake of a sister. You opened your mouth to taunt him once more.

“I don’t agree with my brother,” you said, “Hell, I admire Morrigan for her freedom. I do love a pretty dress. So, I would have called her something else… a liar, perhaps?”

Those words were all it took to light Azriel’s fuse.

Within a blink, he was in front of you, the cold steel of a dagger, Truth-Teller you presumed, pressed against your neck. His wings flared out angrily behind him. Shadows surged around you, a suffocating darkness descending like a shroud, swallowing the sunlight and leaving only a void of darkness. You stared into Azriel's eyes— cold, and angry.

"Shut up," he snarled.

For a moment, a sense of fear flickered deep in your stomach, but you swallowed it down, the flame diminishing before it could properly ignite. Even as his shadows threatened to consume you both whole, you refused to back down, meeting Azriel's gaze with a defiant stare of your own. And then, you grinned. A cruel, wicked gesture that made his blood boil.

“Nice to see you perform without an audience, too.”

Azriel's voice was laden with disdain as he responded, words dripping with venom. "You and your brother are exactly the same."

But instead of flinching at the accusation, you maintained your smirk, unfazed by the blade pressed against your neck. "Which brother? I have quite a few," you countered, your tone teasing, almost playful.

Azriel's grip tightened, images of your family conjuring in his mind. Az could barely remember the names of your other brothers, their features blurring into a blurry mess of fiery auburn and copper. Instead, his mind focused on you– the female before him, under his grip and his dagger, standing next to the two males he despised for different reasons.

“You can decide,” Azriel finally said, “they’re all equally terrible.”

“I’d say Lucien is a good male,” you laughed bitterly, “I’m willing to bet your sweet Elain would agree.”

A surge of fury rose within him, a deep primal instinct to lash out and silence your taunts once and for all. But even as he bristled with anger, he realized you were right.

He was constantly teetering on the edge, one step away from losing control. It had gotten worse recently, watching everyone around him find their place, their people; Elain growing closer to Lucien, his brothers spending time with their mates. Azriel was frustrated. He was angry. You’d done exactly what he told you wouldn’t happen– gotten a rise out of him. He hated it, hated you, hated himself even more.

Azriel took a deep breath, your heated gaze still on him, eyes narrowed, a small smirk on your lips that he filled him with a burning anger. It wasn’t as if he could kill you, no, he couldn’t even really hurt you. One mark on the Vanserra’s youngest and only daughter would be a mark for war. This was a battle Az couldn't win, indulging your provocations for the mere sake of your entertainment. He needed to calm down. Regain control.

The shadows around you began to recede and sunlight filtered back into the clearing as Azriel pushed you away with a snarl. You leaned your head back against the tree as you took a deep breath.

He studied you for a moment before saying, "You'd think someone as pretentious as you wouldn't need to rely on irritating someone for an ounce of attention."

There was a subtle shift in your demeanor—a swallowed response, a flicker of vulnerability. His gaze followed the movement down to the column of your throat.

“Pretentious?”

You gave a bitter laugh.

"Yes, pretentious. All of you Vanserras," Azriel retorted with a bitter edge, “Every single one.”

"That's ironic coming from you. You think we're pretentious?"

Azriel's gaze hardened. "Yes. Cruel, evil, and vile. You think you're better than all of us."

Your mouth widened as you scoffed. And then you let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Oh my Gods, does it ever get tiring?" you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wallowing in your own self-pity and then using it as a means to hate everyone outside of your incestuous little circle?"

"Do not speak of my family," Azriel snapped.

You smirked. “So you admit your family is incestuous?”

Azriel said nothing, a sudden realization that his anger, once again, had beat him to his rationality, somehow giving you another weapon to use against him. He clenched his jaw, feeling a simmering heat building in his stomach.

"You stand in front of me and pretend to be shocked when I call you for what you are?" he countered with a sneer, “Your family isn't quiet about their disdain for my family, for my kind, or for me."

You lifted your chin. “You don’t even like your own kind, Shadowsinger.”

There was another flare of his nostrils and you knew that you’d gotten him once again. Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides, a sight lost to you as his shadows covered them. You continued as he stayed silent.

“I will admit, my family can be a bit narrow minded. Why would I hate you for the things you can’t control? Where's the fun in that?”

Again, Azriel remained silent. He knew if he made a move, if he said a word, it would likely be something he regretted, something that would come back to bite him in the ass.

"I don’t hate you because you’re from the Night Court, or an Illyrian, or a bastard, or whatever it is you tell yourself at night," you continued, your words like a dagger aimed at his pride. "I hate you because you are hot-headed and arrogant. You’ve held a grudge against Eris for something that wasn’t his fault and have utterly screwed Lucien to no end. Your little family is a disease.”

Azriel’s resolve was cracking. He didn’t have enough self-control for this, for you. He’d barely mustered up the diplomacy needed to meet with Eris.

“Stop talking,” he said through gritted teeth. He felt it again, the flicker of frustration that threatened to engulf him like an unattended flame.

You gave him a withering glare. “Or what, you’ll make me?”

Azriel blinked, his eyes scanning your body instinctively. There was something about the words you spoke, the way you had spoken them, that made his body shiver. A small jolt of electricity passed through his muscles. Unfortunately for him, you caught it as quick as it manifested. Your eyes widened as you let out a dry laugh, forming a small smirk on your lips.

“Oh my gods,” you said, taking a step closer, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn't you? Is that why you’re such an ass today?

Azriel’s wings twitched behind him. You gave him a mocking pout as you stared up at him.

“No one to torture, no sweet female to make love to? Poor, powerful, Spymaster.”

Azriel thought for a moment. He thought about the anger boiling in his body, how on edge he’d been, how every little thing had been setting him off. He thought about you, in front of him, a female he despised from previous meetings– loud-mouthed, vicious, and selfish. A female from a family he hated, a family that took things from his family, from him.

And then he began thinking of how great it would feel to show them how wrong they were about him. To prove to them that they weren’t better than him, that he was just as, if not more, powerful than their damned bloodline.

You had been right again. He was pent up. He hadn’t taken a lover recently, hadn’t fucked anyone since that one almost-night with Elain– where she’d been sweet, sensitive, and gentle. But even before, with the females who’d asked for it rough, told him they could handle it, he hadn’t indulged himself too far. He still respected them. They were still wide-eyed and kind, sweet to a certain extent. He didn’t want to hurt them. They were ladies. Azriel respected ladies.

“I said stop talking,” Azriel growled.

There was a tick in his jaw.

“And I said, make me.”

But you, you weren’t a lady. You weren’t sensitive, sweet, or kind. You were a viper. A snake with beautiful lips and a body he found incredibly inviting— not that he’d ever admit it to anyone. But standing in front of him, that defiant look in your eyes, the pride seeping off you, the smirk on your lips… Azriel felt hungry. He felt ravenous.

So, he thought for one more moment. And then he was taking a step forward, one that you matched with an equal stepback.

“Y/n,” Azriel drawled as he continued to take another step. You matched him again, moving back while you glared at him. “Are you not getting enough attention? Is that it?”

Your back hit the tree and you let out a small exhale as Azriel took a final step forward, inches away from you as he stared down with a dark gaze.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You bit out.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You attempted to regulate your breathing as his eyes drank you in, a clear and unashamed desire painted over his face.

“Do I look like a fucking mind-reader?”

Azriel gave a dry chuckle. You were unraveling before him, scrambling for control. “Such a vile mouth for a princess.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that why you came?” He brought a hand to your chin, roughly tilting your face up to look directly at him. “Do you want to be fucked, Y/n?”

The answer was yes, you did. There was a sickening sense of excitement that ran through your blood, a heat pooling between your thighs. But you wouldn’t admit it. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, weren’t about to prove him right. So instead you stayed quiet, pulling your face out of his hands and turning your cheek.

“I came for intel,” you said through gritted teeth, “in Eris’ place.”

Azriel gave another chuckle, something dark and humorous. His hand trailed to the side of your neck, pushing the hair off your shoulders to expose the line of your collarbone. You swallowed.

“Interesting,” he said. He leaned in, lips against your ear. “Then what is that desire I smell?”

You let out a sharp exhale as he leaned away. Taking a deep breath, you looked at him, biting the inside of your cheek at your body's betrayal. You needed to balance this.

“Maybe its you that needs a good fuck, Shadowsinger. Like I said, you seem real pent up. Noone quite scratching that itch?”

But Azriel no longer seemed angry at your words, instead, he seemed amused– hungry. He was quiet for a second too long, simply staring at you. A sense of irritation prickled at your skin.

“What?” You snapped.

“I can admit that,” Azriel said coolly, “if you can admit something to me.”

“What, are we trading secrets now? I wasn’t aware this was a children's sleepover.”

Azriel didn’t respond. You registered the movement of a dark shadow as it fled from his body, slowly sneaking around your collarbone. You attempted to hit it away, but it quickly slithered back to Azriel, running up his chest to curl around his ear. He smirked.

“When was the last time someone fucked you, Y/n?”

The air left your lungs as you let out a small gasp. You blinked. Quickly, you regained your composure.

“Excuse me?”

Azriel kept his smirk. “It must be hard getting anyone to touch you when you’re so sheltered by those males you call brothers.”

He reached out a hand to your bare collarbone, but you caught his wrist in your hand, allowing it to hover in your grip. His eyes slowly trailed up to your face, heavy-lidded and darkened with a sense of attention that made your stomach clench.

“What the hell are you getting at?” You sneered.

Azriel simply stared at you, the ghost of a smirk still plastered on his lips. His reactions had you gritting your teeth in anger and rubbing your thighs in anticipation at the same time— you hated it.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answers to.”

“You're pathetic,” you spat, “Save your games for a bitch who cares.”

But you still gripped his hand in yours, still felt the heat radiating off his skin. And you made no motion to move. No motion to let him pull back. Azriel didn’t fail to notice this, either.

“That snarky mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. But I bet that's why you use it, right?”

Your breathing was heavier now. Azriel’s gaze flickered to where you still gripped his wrist.

“You can fool everyone, Y/n,” he said, “But not me.”

You shouldn’t have enjoyed the way his voice sounded on your skin, shouldn’t have felt a breathlessness filling your body as he spoke to you. But you felt it. And it was a burning, hungry desire that made your chest tighten. This was what you wanted, it was what you needed.

Azriel was right. The bastard had read you like a book. Your family, your brothers, never let anyone near you for fear of embarrassment– fear of you bringing some sense of shame. But Azriel was right. You wanted it. You craved it. You wanted to forget who you were, to give up the control you always had to wield.

Before you could overthink it, you loosened your grip on Azriel’s hand and pulled it towards you, situating it on the side of your throat. You let out a small gasp when he quickly wrapped his fingers around the base of your neck.

And then he was pulling you into him with a deep and angry kiss. All teeth, tongue, and fire, mouths crashing together almost painfully, but neither of you stopped. With every movement of his mouth, of his tongue on yours, a dormant flame deep within you awoke.

A primal desire surged through Azriel’s veins like wildfire, the scent of you– of your want, of your desire– filling his senses in a way that had his cock throbbing. There was no room for rational thought, only the raw, unbridled passion that engulfed him in a fiery embrace. His hand found its way into your hair, fingers brushing along your scalp as he yanked your hair to expose your neck to him. His lips wandered to your exposed collarbone, giving a harsh suck to the skin near the column of your throat.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Shut up,” you responded, reaching your hands out to fumble with his leather clothes. Azriel pulled back slightly, grabbing your wandering hands in his. You let out a sound of protest as he ran sloppy kissing along your neck.

“Oh how i’d love to fuck that foul mouth of yours,” Azriel murmured against your skin, his mouth reaching your ear. “But we’re short on time.” He took your lobe in between his teeth and you let out a small groan.

“I bet all you’ll need is a few minutes– and that's being generous.”

Azriel’s hand gripped at your waist, traveling up your chest to roughly grab your breast through your dress.

“No wonder you’re so insufferable.” he said, his voice amused as he pulled back, his other hand tugged at your hair once more. “You haven’t been fucked properly.”

You snarled. "Fuck you."

Azriel grinned.

"Oh, princess, I will.”

And then he was pulling the front of your dress down, exposing your bare breasts before him, nipples peaked in the fresh air. You let out a gasp as a small faint ripping sound traveled to your ears. Before you had a chance to react, Azriel was spinning you around, pulling your back against his chest, one hand bracketing your throat as the other traveled down your stomach, grabbing at the fabric at your dress.

"But first, you're going to beg me for it,” he breathed into your ear, his voice so low you felt it more than you heard it. His words traveled straight to your core, leaving you dripping with want. Yet, you refused to let the words leave your lips. You gritted your teeth, bristled at the suggestion— pride and defiance warring within you.

“Like hell I will.”

Azriel made a sound of disapproval, his mouth still running along your ear, “No?” he asked, hand slowly trailing from your throat to your chest, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So you don’t want me to touch you?”

His hand fell over your breast, cupping it in his palm as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You watched as black tendrils of shadow danced around his forearm, meeting where his fingers tweaked your nipple. Their cool gentle touch sent a ripple of sensation through you and your head fell back against him as you let out a small whimper.

“Stop being a fucking tease.”

Azriel found that he loved the way you whimpered, loved the tinge of frustration in your voice as he touched you. Here you were, melting into his touch, attempting to avoid admitting in words what your body was showing in actions.

“I asked you to do something.”

He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You let out a deep exhale, pushing yourself back onto him, grinding into the evident bulge that pressed against you, the thin material of your dress doing nothing to disguise his hardened length.

“Just fuck me already,” you turned your head to catch his gaze, darkened and pupils blown with lust. “I know you want to.”

You covered his hand in yours, molding his hand into your touch, urging him to grab your breast again– harder, firmer.

The corners of his lips quirked up. “That doesn’t matter. Beg for it.”

Agonizingly slow, his hands roamed your trembling form, lighting flames of desire that you almost feared would consume you whole. Second by second, you felt yourself losing control. The heat of his touch seared through you, eroding the last crumbs of your resistance until all that remained was a burning need to be filled by him, to succumb to the primal urges coursing through your veins. You wanted him. You needed him.

“Please,” you whispered, the truth spilling from your lips in a voice so meek you barely recognized it as your own.

"Please what?"

With a trembling breath, you finally let go of the last shreds of your resistance, your voice coming out in a deep, frustrated plea. “Please fuck me.”

Azriel's lips curved into a predatory smirk.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and sultry as he pulled away from you. In one movement he was pulling your ass closer to him, forcing your body forward to brace yourself on the tree. In seconds you felt the cool air on your body as Azriel pushed your dress above your hips. Naturally, you felt your body bowing at the sensation. He let out a groan at the sight.

Then he was spreading your legs, baring you before him, glistening cunt on full display. His rough hands gripped your bare ass. He massaged it for a moment, but the motion was brief, and soon you felt a hard hand land on the fat of your cheek. You let out a small shriek, but it was followed by a low moan as he delivered another smack. Azriel smirked at the sound of it, at the sight of your ass reddening with his handprint.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You managed to grit out as you pushed your ass out further, “I’m growing bored.”

“Bored?” He ran finger through the wetness that pooled at your core. “Your cunt doesn’t seem to think so.”

You moaned at the feeling, pushing yourself back against his hand.

“Too stubborn to admit anything,” Azriel murmured, “But your body gives you away.”

Azriel took a step back, your body cold at the loss of contact as he freed himself from the confine of his leather pants, each movement filled with a primal urgency that would’ve made him unsettled— embarrassed even— if he had been in a more rational state of mind. But Azriel wasn’t being rational. All he could think about was you, and staring at your beautiful glistening cunt, all he wanted was to fuck you into oblivion, to let his frustrations out. To tame you like a wild animal— his most tantalizing challenge yet.

He settled himself behind you and stroked his cock along your folds, allowing it to glide against your core until both of you were slick with your desire. He teased you slowly as he moved up and down your entrance. You pushed against him, urging him inside, inviting him to take you.

Azriel only laughed darkly at the movements, and you whined in response, frustrated and irritated.

“Remember this the next time you insult me,” he said, “Remember how you were begging for me to fuck you.”

Half a breath later, he pushed himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You exhaled in tandem, your cunt clenching him, pulsing around the stretch of him. He adjusted his angle and picked up the pace, sending pleasure rising in a wave that you couldn’t hold back, your mouth falling open as he began to take you harder.

You let your forehead fall against your hands, braced against the rough texture of the tree. You faintly felt the ridges under your palm, but there was no pain, no irritation that you knew you were bound to experience later. All you could truly feel was Azriel deep inside you, stretching you out and using you in a way you hadn’t experienced for a very long time. The lust Azriel felt, the experience of being with you, of claiming you as his, was no longer a desire, no longer a want. It was a need. An animalistic and primal need that he felt deep in his chest.

Azriel's movements were relentless, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure rippling through your body, clouding your mind in a haze of ecstasy and melting away all coherent thought. There were sounds emitted from your lips, this you knew, but they were incoherent whimpers, quiet murmurs whispered towards the ground as your forehead dug into your hands with every buck of Azriel’s hips.

“You had so much to say earlier, Y/n,” Azriel said, pulling out until he was barely inside you. He thrusted back in, resuming a hard and brutal pace.

“Why so quiet now?”

Thrust.

“Did you just need the attitude fucked out of you?”

Thrust.

"What will your brothers think?” he taunted, his grip on your hips bruising in its intensity, “Your father?”

Thrust.

“If only your family only knew what their precious princess was up to. Taking it from the likes of me, like some common pleasure hall whore."

The mention of your family sent a surge of burning shame coursing through your veins, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, flushing against your exposed skin. But amidst the suffocating shame, there was something else, something primal and insatiable that stirred within you—a hunger born of defiance, of indulging in a forbidden ecstasy. It filled you with a sense of exhilaration that bordered on madness.

Quickly, that spark of defiance ignited within you, mingling with the fiery hunger coursing through your veins, an urge to bite back at him. You craned your head to look over your shoulder, catching his eyes as you let out a moan, taking your lips in between your teeth.

"Do common whores get you this riled up?" you purred. There was a feigned innocence in your tone that made Azriel twitch inside you. His gaze burned into yours. "Do they make you this hungry?”

A part of you wanted the confirmation, wanted the triumphant feeling of knowing you could ruin him for everyone else— that you felt better than the females he had bedded, that you, the one he loathed so openly, were the only one to truly quench his thirst.

“Do they feel as good as me, Azriel?”

He let out a deep, guttural moan. The sound traveled through your body, lighting your skin on fire as you bucked back into his movements, meeting every roll of his hips.

“Say that again,” Azriel groaned.

When you gave no reply, he twisted your hair around one fist and gave it a tug, pulling your body up to him as before. His thrusts never staggered, not even as his hand traveled to wrap around your throat, matching the reddening print from his earlier grip. The other hand remained steady at your hip, gripping into the fabric of your dress and the exposed skin of your body.

“Say my name,” he growled and your cunt tightened at the sound, at the way he gripped your throat harder. You grasped at his arm with your hands, holding on to his skin as he bucked into you.

“No.”

Azriel growled, pulling out of you almost completely before he pushed back in a heavy, angry stroke. Your body arched in pleasure, a small whimper leaving your mouth instinctively.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Fuck you.”

“I am,” Azriel said, “And your cunt is swallowing me whole, princess. Like it's made for me, like its been begging to be fucked.”

He released his grip from your throat, letting you fall forward as he placed his hand on the small of your back, arching your body for him as he pounded into you from behind. You fell forward, hands planted on the tree before you, fingers clawing at the bark like an animal in heat. Azriel watched as his cock disappeared into your cunt with every thrust, watched how your ass bounced back on him with every movement, how your tits moved with every roll of his hips. He fought not to finish from the sight alone.

You struggled to find your voice through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind, that seemed to twist and tie your tongue to where you could only gasp incoherent words of ecstasy

“Oh, fuck. Azriel.”

Azriel drank in your sounds of pleasure like a male thirsted for centuries, the sound of his name on your tongue sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

“Are you going to cum, Y/n?”

You let yourself surrender to his touch as he continued to ravage you with ruthless abandon, his voice caressing you in ways you never knew a sound could do. You wanted him to go faster, harder, rougher; wanted him to fuck you with all his might, with all that anger you saw. As if he could read your mind, Azriel’s thrusts sped up, slamming into you.

“Fuuck, yeah, you are. I can feel this pretty little cunt clenching me.”

He continued his pace, fucking you with long thorough strokes that left you completely pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree. You felt him heavy against your back, breasts pressed against his hand as he moved between gripping them both roughly, holding onto them for leverage as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at you," he taunted, his grip tightening around you possessively. "So desperate, so needy. You're nothing but a pretty little slut, begging for release, aren’t you?"

Azriel continued, moving deeper and faster, pumping into you with snaps of his hips that had you writhing underneath him.

"And yet," you managed between breaths, gasps leaving your lips as he drove into you. "You’re the one pounding into me like a brute who can't get enough.”

With a low groan, Azriel's hand tightened around your breast, his grip possessive as he leaned in to bite at your shoulder with a hungry intensity. He was beginning to think that you’d surely be the death of him, that he had created something, some beast inside him, that refused to be satiated by anything other than you— and that was dangerous. But he didn’t think too much about it, not now, not as he felt your cunt massaging him from the inside, felt your walls clamping onto him in a way that set his body on fire, his cock throbbing.

Azriel railed you over and over, nothing slow or gentle about his movements. And with every thrust, you whined in ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he kept pounding into you. He fell forward, grinding against you, pushing you further into the rough bark of the tree.

You could feel it, a deep pressure building in your stomach as his cock stretched you in the most delicious way. And you could feel him too, hot against your back, his deep breaths and the groans that reverberated through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your ears, muffling out the sound of your moans as your whole body tensed.

Then you felt it, a cool trail snaking up your legs. Dark tendrils of Azriel's shadows slithered through your thighs, caressing your skin with a tantalizing touch that made you clench at the sensation. You gasped as they coiled around your clit, winding you up with a feeling you’d never experienced before. With a loud moan, your orgasm rolled through you in a violent convulsion, white spots dancing at the edges of your vision.

Azriel hated to think it, hated to admit that the sound of you coming undone on his cock was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard, that feeling your cunt clench around him as the sound filled his ear was enough for him to unravel. With a choked moan, Azriel spilled into you, spurts of his seed coating your walls. You let out a final, breathy whine at the sensation of him spilling into you, feeling as it began to drip as Azriel slowly pulled out.

With a heavy breath, his gaze lingered on the glistening trail connecting the tip of cock to your cunt. The lust in his eyes faintly faded, and a moment of clarity washed over him as the reality of what he’d just done hit like a sudden, cold wave. He didn’t regret it, no, not at all. This was exactly the release Azriel had needed. In fact, a part of him nearly grinned at the realization, at the relief he now felt in his body. But the other part of him, the rational side afraid of disappointing his family, of fucking something up, awoke in a panic. What the fuck had he just done? And why was he so proud of it?

You slowly stood up, straightening yourself out as you turned to face him, face flushed and hair a tangled mess. There was a ghost of a smirk playing on your lips as you took them between your teeth and bit down. Your breasts were still exposed, nipples peaked and reddened marks from his rough grip. Azriel's eyes traveled down your form, swallowing hard as he took in the sight before him. He could smell the desire that filled the air around you both, could smell himself on you— the image of him plunging in and out of you still fresh in his mind.

The idea of it alone made his cock stir again. There was something intoxicating about this situation to him. The image of you returning home, covered in his marks, in his scent, in his seed. Eris smelling him on you, realizing that you’d not only fucked someone he despised, but sullied yourself with an illyrian– just as he’d told Mor. And you, you’d remember this. You’d remember him inside you, remember how you let him use you, fuck you like a common-court whore. And you’d have to live with that. Every insult you’d give him, everytime you sneered at him in the future, there would be a part of you that remembered falling apart on his cock as you begged him for more, for him to fuck you harder.

With a gentle flick of your fingers, your dress was perfectly restored, the fabric falling gracefully around your figure as your hair cascaded down your shoulders in silky, untouched, waves. You smoothed out the sleeves of your dress with a practiced gesture before turning your gaze back to Azriel, scanning him from head to toe. Your eyes lingered on his still-exposed cock, covered in the mixed fluids of your cunt and his seed. A smirk played at the corner of your lips as Azriel looked down, realization flickering in his eyes as he hastily pulled up his pants, stuffing himself back into them.

"Well, this was fun," you remarked casually– almost bored. Azriel resisted the urge to frown at the words, at the tone you used. "Catch you later, Shadowsinger."

Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving him standing alone in the forest, staring at the empty space before a tree.

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

Part Two

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bitdemonic · 10 months

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date. may 29th, 2023

time. 3:16pm

—❝𝐜𝐚��𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬. future spouse pac ✞ pics with them

𝐚𝐢𝐝. if the images above are too hard to differentiate between your intuition, use ‘pile 1, 2, 3, or 4’ for the choice selection instead. this reading has five piles and each pile is different in terms of context.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫. 18+ content—no minors. please remember, this post is just for shits and giggles. pinch a grain of salt and use the best of your discernment. i tend to write under the impression that majority of this content’s viewers are women however i read for both feminine and masculine energies. if needed to, please flip the roles as reversed for an accurate message. hope this reading is useful, but not for plagiarism bitch. enjoy.❦

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✞

🃏lovers. 5oc. magician↺. queen of pentacles↺. tower↺. strength↺ and peace.

let it be mentioned that the lovers card amplifies all of the energy that follows; def intense because i could feel it within the deck itself. pictures here are raw, they’re always unfiltered and passionate at w.e moment they’re taken. to me, y’all are the literal definition of ownership lmao so it’s hard not to notice the obsession with each another. y’all’s chemistry is def eye-catching, tantalizing to say the least. “mine.” there are resemblances between y’all, matching tattoos or even being mistaken for brother and sister. to put it in a nutshell, this is tongue kissing on the main and taunting old exes—it’s obvious there’s bomb ass sex with each other lmao, but more importantly there is devotion.

apart from posting on social media, there’s internet presence around y’all—could be popular influencers or just outright celebrities. possible youtube couple? very de’arra and ken vibes. either way, someone in the connection (if not both) went or will go viral. the tower in retrograde, this is a specific picture at a specific point in time; it even has the potential to be life changing. “break the internet.” attention that brings problems ngl. sure someone’s jealous ex, but apart from them there is so much outside negativity towards the feminine. people are pissed when she comes across their feed, but only because they secretly want to be her. queen of coins in retrograde; envy that simmers from deep within until it becomes hatred or outer turmoil. seeing pics sent in groupchats, hate comments from spam accounts, posting on close friends—her presence triggers insecurities and people hurt under pressure. black moon lilith. as delusional as it sounds, this is an eerie situation to be in fr so be mindful.

the masculine doesn’t stand a chance omg, the feminine is deadass the star of the show. represented as the queen of wands, she’s outshining tf out of him without even trying lmao. glamorization of what the masses can see, which undeniably is her beauty. this is “off guard” pretty, bad pictures just simply don’t exist. if y’all wear makeup, it’s very complimented—the blending and baking, or contour and highlighter are a ten. this even pertains to the first paragraph, how someone here is in the public eye, because pictures of her are taken unbeknownst due to her appearance. the magician in retrograde signifies fan cams, video edits, and pinterest boards—there’s also editorials and photoshop? mentions of an aesthetic came in, or “neptune.”

all in all, this couple has magnetism and attracts opportunities due to their pictures. def some gorgeous people, it was noted that y’all’s face cards elite lmao. however, y’all have to be cautious because taboo-ism is prone to happen as well. such as scamming or catfishing, things that could cause detriment to future occasions. outsiders are the issue here, they’ll def try to bank off on y’all’s identities. something could or could’ve already happened with a certain picture? “controversy.” the response to it is fifty-fifty; half who are defending and half who are criticizing. “stans” and a “fandom” are involved.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— from behind. the masculine will tower behind the feminine (no matter the height), engulfing her in a bear hug or whatever else to imply their presence. head buried in her neck, hands wrapped around her waist—this also denotes their possessiveness as partners together.

❦— pretty teeth. big big smiles here, the goofy grins and shut eyes. y’all countdown before taking a picture but numerous times because y’all can never be serious lmao. fingers in mouth type smiley faces.

❦— beauty queen. this is more-so on the feminine’s behalf, she’s the one that’s always ready for a picture and the one always asking someone to take one of her. being photogenic is one of her best features to date. no matter if y’all agree, but i’m def seeing the face of a model.

❦— cancer. this made me think of ariana grande and her husband dalton, their pic outside with the moon behind them. this is pictures in that same setting, or at least taking them during the nighttime. 8pm thru 5am. stargazing together is here too.

❦— taurus. this actually alludes to more than one thing. the masculine is a gift giver, i pulled the “sugar daddy” card for them in particular. they def have big bucks, or at least enough to gift you the finer things in life. they’ll spoil you for fun and in turn you’ll show off what they bought you—new toys lol. pics of the “next big thing” (vacation views, receipts or tickets, cars, etc). smell goods are specific, perfumes or colognes.

“glutton” corresponds with taurus as well—someone in this connection loves to chow down, meaning tons of food cameos in their (own) pictures. they’ll pose funnily; mid-chew or with a bunch of food stuffed in their mouth to be annoying lol. little dorky things like putting an orange peel in their mouth before they smile.

❦— do not disturb. pretty self-explanatory, but for y’all this seems to be alone time from the world. this reminded me of travel, but i channeled that this is to each others hometowns. this could be an interracial connection, mentions of cultural traditions and differences.

❦— naked bodies. the feminine’s chest is significant, something about that area in particular that the masculine loves. there’s pics of them fondling or sucking on her nipples, playing with them even. someone’s v-line is here, plus a hand going up their abdomen. the masculine’s bare ass is source material too, those pics are for funsies.

❦— topping. this could obviously mean they’re a daddy dom in general lmao, but if not it just means the masculine will be hunched over or “taller” than the feminine. she’ll be lower than him, as in he’s standing and she’s sitting or she’s laying down beneath him. sex-wise this is them doing it from behind or being on top quite literally.

❦— foreplay. tbh this one is vague, but i still wanted to put it in bc why tf not. this is while y’all are in the moment, or while someone is teasing the other before actual intercourse. pictures of them while they’re giving you hickies, or while they’re pulling at your underwear to give you oral. somebody’s an ass muncher too so expect pics of that lmaooo.

❦— sloppy. no but yes iykyk😂 this is more on the pic itself, how it won’t be organized or captured clearly during sexual moments. like if you’re pleasuring them and have them take a picture, it’ll just come out fucked and unfocused because they’re fucked and unfocused. kinda what would’ve been the perfect shot if y’all weren’t so “distracted”.

brooklyn and nicola peltz-beckham (hot ass names) are the perfect couple example for this pile. their expressiveness together is subtle, yet loud enough that we know they’re each other’s one and only. regardless of how long the relationship lasts, we’ll remember the fact that they were ultimately made for each other.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ✞

🃏king of cups. princess of cups. 2oc. 5op↺. 8oc↺. rest and comfort.

this spread screams emotional depth, it’s haunting as hell but not in a bad way—in a way that’ll pull your soul into its deep abyss. hypnotic almost. this is “grow old together” love, i can literally feel the years in my bones. these are moments that you can’t help but reminisce on, pictures that are saved or bookmarked because they’re so very special. their essence is felt and appreciated, enough that there’ll be tears of happiness. lmao this is going to sound corny, but this connection’s energy reminds me of a warm blanket. like milk and cookies on the sofa, or a kiss goodbye from grandma. it’s just so snug, i can’t even put into words how safe i feel right now. how libras are sweet and tender, fragile enough to shatter if you aren’t gentle—this is softness at its finest.

[TW] substance abuse could’ve been an reoccurring issue in this relationship, or at least a bad problem. the five of pentacles being in retrograde was an indication of sobriety to me, along with the image of somebody holding their own sobriety chip with a smile—not for everyone, but pictures under this circumstance are meant to remember the past without having to revisit the pain. “encouragement.” it’s apparent at this point lmao, but the sweetest captions known to man are found here. paragraph after paragraph, an everflowing stream of appreciation for your partner. endearing birthday posts are significant, along with sweet nothings in the comments omg y’all are sapsss. if i had to put it in words, “smol” or “wubs” come to mind before anything else omg y’all are sapssssss.

there are before and after pictures with each other (childhood friends, neighbors, friend of a friend, etc.) because again “growing old iem together”, there’s a sense of watching each other through the years. feeling the vibe of them being around as kids, transitioning into adulthood then getting closer as grownups. if not tho, this is someone that you’ll literally feel at home with; they are home to be real. this is a person that’s familiar, regardless of if they’re new or not. y’all are going to be glued to each other’s side until death. similarities are here, but in the sense of same environment or same social circle. i’m also getting similar taste in hobbies, music, and clothing. meditation or gym pics are common, promoting balance and wellbeing is a shared interest. personalities in general, ya’ll coordinate so very well. no wonder people linger longer than they need to—they’re wanting to see what’s next with the world’s cutest couple. also because y’all are walking enigmas and it threatens them lmao.

the attributes of venus sums up y’all’s pictures together. they’re beautiful, and are the literal definition of a thousand words. i channeled date night, but this came to being in the kitchen most of the time. y’all love to cook together, or to be in the kitchen at the same time to goof off and be annoying. dinner at home happens frequently, i’m seeing someone set the table while the other chops vegetables and stirs the pot. there’s pictures of handwritten love letters or random bouquets of flowers, things that tend to sweeten life with them a little more than before. this is def “fell in love with my best friend”, even as a photo caption lol. friends in general are around y’all—drunk nights at the bar, group poses in front of an amusement park, eating edibles and doing vlogs, etc. a lot of moments with your future spouse include people y’all are close with as a couple (siblings, co-workers, group of friends). nostalgia is the overall vibe here. pictures together feel good and “homey”.

extra mentions because i can’t even get over this pile, this is my favorite one out of all of them. it just feels how a polaroid looks, but in the sense of being in love? i just keep seeing the little things🥹 walking alongside the beach, kissing in the photo booth, building a gingerbread house, picking their nose even lmao. wow ya’ll have custom fridge magnets too. i didn’t get that pics of them were frequent on social media, more so because they’re too special to share. this pile values their privacy so pictures aren’t taken with the thought of anyone else in mind, they’re very cherished. i did channel emotional milestones being posted (pregnancy, marriage, moving in, etc.) and i do see their own certified spot on your page (photo dumps, page highlights, name in bio). kinda like a virtual museum of their love to you and your love to them.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— them. a potent photo trait is literally your fs lmao, they’re lowkey walking art. something about their facial features or structure are resemblant to a god’s—very pretty people, and we photograph them as such. capturing them from their good angles with the best lighting, it’s flattering. people stop breathing when they see these pictures.

❦— b&w. these are heartwarming pictures, ones that are wholesome enough to frame and hang on the walls. i’m seeing pinkies being intertwined and eskimo kisses, innocence personified. closeups of someone covering their face and hiding their smile, but peeking through their fingers to see the camera cuteee.

❦— work. big thing here, it was mentioned three times. y’all could have an online business together, one that encourages or promotes positivity (self affirmations, fundraisers, products, etc.) it could be popular, there’s succession (passed down thru generations) and a sense of being stable despite y’all being new owners.

there’s also “goodbye” and “big city”, working creates long distance travel which means the time y’all usually spend together gets split in half. someone has to leave frequently and for long periods of time, this in turn creates photo dumps (which are so common here lol) and extra long captions.

❦— hermit mode. take a shot for each time i’ve said something’s cute lmao but this is so cute. so these are pics at home or in comfortable environments, in matching onesies or facial masks. just very big kid vibes, y’all even build pillow forts to sleep in them awww. this is peace and quiet with each other.

❦— phone. i channeled facetime and audio messages, “listen to me.” ya’ll spend hours upon hours on the phone. no matter if it’s meaningful convo or a simple check in, y’all will talk all day until your mouths go dry. taking screenshots of their goofy messages (hilarious btw) while falling asleep on the phone, y’all can’t get enough of each other. this is someone that will listen to and send songs that remind them of you, creating playlists that y’all will listen to together.

❦— landscapes. beautiful views with them, emphasis on beautiful. orange sunsets, mossy green hills, glittered night skies. blooming gardens or snowcapped peaks, nature as a whole is prominent but def within photos. a “secret” code is here; if someone isn’t in the picture entirely, their stuff will be so that we know they’re around. (car keys or a phone, initials in the sand, half-eaten food etc.)

❦— guess what? “we just fucked.” lame i know lmaoooo but this is what y’all do, leave writing on foggy windows or wet handprints against shower glass. it could be wet stains on the bed, bite marks on the thighs—anything goes to snitch on y’all selves tbh. even seeing red scratches across someone’s back, yet they grin with a thumbs up.

❦— nudes. if your person is a male, pictures of their wand are reoccurring. very reoccurring lmao, whether it’s sent from them or taken by you. specifically pictures of your hand wrapped around their wand after they’ve🥛 but there’s videos too, more of the oral part before the finish lmao. this is on the feminine’s phone in particular, she has a hidden folder in her camera roll just for these.

❦— home videos. y’all have beautiful sex together, as in pleasure that’s meant to be on film fr. emotions and passion at an all time high, it’s as if the walls were painted in y’all’s intimacy. “aesthetes.” so much thought and effort are put into the final product—props and low lighting, burning candles, background music. it’s a movie scene, even down to the settings that resemble paintings.

❦— the fool. it’s normal for nsfw pics to happen outside; in nature or in public spaces. wild cards fr, you’ll end up doing it anywhere and everywhere (oral included). no regard for the law or peeping toms either, y’all get too wrapped up in each other care. this is in restrooms, at parking lots, on beaches, etc. just don’t get caught lmao.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ✞

🃏queen of cups↺. 6os↺. 5op. 10op↺. 9oc. cleanse and ideation↺.

i want to mention that i noticed a dime while shuffling—this made me think “a dime a dozen” or “diamond in the rough.” this is on the fs’s part, they put you on a pedestal. you’re a trophy to them, the winning prize, someone that they’re so proud to experience and witness in their everyday glory. no one in the world reminds them of you, you’re indifferent and cherishable. your own person. channeled that this is evident in their eyes—in pictures you’ll notice a glimmer or glint, even the admiration on their face. in awe of all that is you.

these are photos that can’t be shared, ones that are kept secret and stowed under passwords. “your eyes only.” this energy is very secretive, very “shhhh” and it seems to be a double edged sword situation. this pile’s future spouse has an outside relationship, someone they’re involved with despite their attachment to you. it’s shitty because y’all truly have a bomb ass connection but the secrecy behind it overshadows the love. the emperor in retrograde, their control over the situation is a nuance to the issue. the problem lies in their dismissal of reality, life outside of the fantasy they’ve created. pertaining to them leaving their current partner, it’s no negotiation on how or when to do it. they want to leave on their own time, but you’re not a fan of that sentiment because it’s tiring. this person is so matter of fact tho lmao, they say “deal with it or don’t.”

ngl i do see this as possessiveness, but it’s not as terrible as it seems. the circumstance could obviously be better, but as far as their intentions go it’s never out of spite. it sounds confusing because yes this is a love triangle, but truthfully they’re more invested in what y’all have. there’s just no forward action after the fact which screams lack of accountability due to their pride and ego. despite their leo placements (trust me), this person emulates the cowardly lion and his fear of courage, particularly their refusal to come clean and cut ties. with cleanse and ideation being contrasting colors (red and blue i.e. hot and cold), moments of passion turn into missed calls and ghosting. long periods on their end, on and off or up and down, because they don’t want to accept defeat—being in love.

these photos remind me of a mask, one that hides the truth behind wide smiles and kissy faces. it’s a lot going on within this connection and tbh that aspect is more evident than anything in the camera. despite their emotional response to you, i did channel that they have the tendency to forget you’re human lmao. not in a weird disrespectful sense, but that you’re an item they want to keep “all alone and only needing me.” it seems unhinged but again this isn’t with ill intent, it’s a claim for them. “competition” and i’m channeling flavor flav’s dating show—this is an ego (leo) thing for sure because of course this person has insecurities revolving your other options. this is such a situationship lmao but i don’t think it’s all bad, just some major inner reflection is needed. i will say that pile three’s energy was quiet, this seems to be withdrawal from dealing with old patterns and that’s valid.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— photobomb. this person is alwaysssss interrupting personal pictures lmao and with no shame too. i’m getting so many random instances of them, nine times out of ten they’ll be in the background of whatever is taken. channeling live photos specifically; you’re posing in the mirror as they walk in to bother you lmao. they start to grab at your waist to give you a kiss, but you’re laughing and squealing instead. they’ll have moments as such, but their gestures are significant (middle fingers, expressive faces, waving at the camera etc.)

❦— scorpio. very sexy, secluded energy is significant. for obvious reasons it’s borderline sneaking around, so the air of enticement is always there. “risqué.” there’s something about the lighting that adds to this dynamic, either lowering brightness or dimming the contrast (me coded) to “seduce” or add mystique. also it just looks better lmao.

❦— three of wands. specific so it’s not for all, but someone in this connection is either bisexual or bi-curious. this could even point to a polygamous or open relationship because i’m seeing threesomes or kissing people of the same sexual orientation. maybe even doing things with this person’s outside connection(s), it was mentioned. this didn’t come off as a photo trait but i still put it in lmao take what resonates.

❦— thin ice. one or the other are using their partner’s state of vulnerability as a quote unquote mindfuck😭 this is when they’re upset (yelling, crying, silent treatment etc). i even see someone sticking up their middle finger as their person spams a bunch of pictures. “aw you mad?” this seems to be the fs’s game of choice and it’s irritating bc sometimes they can’t read the room lmao.

❦— honey. this lands since together y’all seem to be hot and sticky, but turn out sweet at the same time. your person’s teasing and childish antics tie into this too (sticky), they’ll send pictures of things they ordered for you or send money to make up for upsetting you.

❦— hot. honey hot lmaoo don’t unfollow me yet. “turn me on” and “sexy sexy” came out, pretty self explanatory. i could see the energy if anything, y’alls energies are intense af. it’s like looking at porn in the form of a couple, very cunt tbh (i hate myself). sexual innuendos come from this too—grabbing crotches but it’s not in view, peeking at them from under the sheets, biting fingers or being choked.

❦— aquarius. very unserious couple lmaooo (take a shot for each lmao lmao), ya’ll are so silly together. this is milk mustaches, cheek biting, sniffing armpits, clenching butts—literally anything dumb. fun environments or dates that require being active, ones that are out the box or outside comfort zones. rock climbing, bungee jumping, parasailing, rooftop golf, riding atvs etc. veryyy fun pics.

❦— evidence. i didn’t want to include this because i don’t encourage it but we move. whatever pics come out of this specific part, they’re going to be vile. just outright nasty lmao and it’s for a reason. this is def ammunition for the feminine, this is her weapon for those that try to sabotage this relationship out of spite or competition. saved for “rainy days.” this is one leo ass pile😭

❦— aphrodite. because you’re breathtaking, they’ll catch you in the moments of being “free” or at ease. like when you’re getting undressed for a shower or when you’re glowing after great sex. capturing minuscule details that only a lover would notice, they see true beauty even when you aren’t attempting to be.

❦— nudes. the feminine is naughty oooo. “invisible ink.” she’s sending nudes like invitations lmao, but on the occasion that y’all have been separated for too long. wants to show her partner what they’ve been missing, or at least what they can’t have. “look since you can’t touch.” it’ll be torture too lmao, she’s def dolled up and posing in whatever’s sheer to flaunt her goods.

when it comes to sexual media in general, y’all are always on the same page. whenever, wherever, however—it’s always reciprocated because it’s always wanted lmao, it’s exciting and keeps things fun. sexting at work, whispering dirty talk into the phone, masturbation videos before noon etc. admiration of each other’s bodies is here; heart emojis and words of affirmation.

❦— queen of coins. this is value during pleasure, goddess treatment when it comes to bedroom activities. tbh if y’all stared at them long enough it’d just get y’all hot and bothered for more. i’m channeling that your person will dead send money in return for being blessed omg. roleplay and cosplay were mentioned, y’all go shopping for new costumes or items together.

had to mention because it kept reoccurring whenever i edited this specific pile—i kept repeating lmao after certain sentences or wanted to put in dumb shit for comedic presence, and i wanted to be blunt with this pile so bad because y’all felt so bestie. this was so y’all’s fs lmao idk who they are but they’re nothing but jokes, a pure clown at heart. i thought it was cute because i interpreted it as y’all being so connected that even when y’all are far apart y’all are still so close.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 ✞

🃏5os↺. 2ow↺. 3oc. the hermit. the magician↺. flow↺ and growth.

off bat it seems that pictures didn’t come into fruition for a while, at least three-five months tops. “no sudden movements.” resistance and ghosting are here, someone is running from the connection out of fear. the hermit card means that they’re scared of stepping outside their comfort zone to take a risk. not even in a negative way it’s just that they’re terrified lmao. this is def bestfriends to lovers but there’s turtle movement around the union coming together—that same someone doesn’t want to ruin the friendship. they don’t know this obviously, but y’all are actually a divine union. “ancient” so this could be souls from a past life coming together again. “grounded as human beings.” this is so slow burn tho lmao i can deadass see a tree starting to grow but in slowww motion.

this person fantasizes heavyyy about taking passionate photos with you, but again y’all are nowhere near that level of commitment yet. pretty sure this reading’s timeline is during the beginning or middle of y’all’s friendship since there’s so many downloads about comfortability and not wanting to mess up. they’re fighting temptation so bad it’s wild lmao, they’ve never felt this strongly about someone—let alone a friend. red hearts are in their eyes whenever you’re near, but they’ll still turn away to avoid facing the truth of their feelings. it’s annoying to them too lmao, queen of cups represents the emotional pull your presence has on them. to be caught up in the depths of inner reflection is so outside themselves and yet here they are.

someone else is involved with the pacing of this connection. the three of cups being pulled is representative as a person or situation outside of y’all, one that they’re incapable of leaving though they’re desperate to. “can’t.” something about being bound (marriage, children, parents, religion etc.) is the reason why. whichever or whatever it is, unfortunately it’s not an easy fix. their energy is obviously the most prominent and that’s because they’re yearning for this idea of becoming more, they just hate that blockages exist and are effective. you’re a literal pleasure to be around, they wish to easily accept and embrace all that you should offer. channeled tupac’s love letter to jada and how he wrote, “you bring me 2 climax without sex.” beautiful ass words from him btw, but in correspondence to your person this is what they’d say about you too. it’s a lot to relish in and it’s prob not obvious, but they do worship the very ground you walk on. admiration, adoration, appreciation in every way possible. honorable mention, your future spouse loves talking to you. general conversation is nice, but y’all peel off the layers of topics that are taboo or undiscussed. the conversation will reach the very ends of the earth just to double back again for more.

didn’t realize until now that pics together weren’t mentioned that much because this person had some things to say instead lmao. it’ll start off discreet, sneaking photos of you from behind or getting them walking past your table. this is cute considering the reading was mainly from fs’s perspective, but you’re the one that’s taking “accidental” pictures of them first. and when this person happens to take “accidental” pictures too, they won’t ever delete them. keepsakes. those accidents soothe the big fat secret crushes y’all have on each other. y’all are literally 🩷 in human form, or puppy love as a couple. very cute like i’m squealing for y’all.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

❦— spam. “123” was pulled twice, but instead of countdowns i channeled multiple pictures at once. getting in each other’s faces for the fun of it, catching them off guard or at their “worst” to be silly lol. i see y’all picking out the most embarrassing ones and saving them to y’all’s favorites.

❦— beyoncè. “middle fingers up, put them hands high.” boy do y’all love this gesture lmaooo this is def in almost every pic if not all. i did hear until it’s used with direct intent then the rest of the song came in😭 this is a jab at their on and off behavior, y’all have periods of being beefed out bc of it.

❦— hair. someone’s hair is prominent, could be curly? if not it’s still apart of photos together, it’s even a prop sometimes. very nice hair, bold or beautiful. this is using strands of hair for mustaches or pretending to eat it with wide eyes lmao.

❦— taurus. could be food pics as well, but i channeled netflix and chill vibes. lounging around with y’all’s legs on the other or using chests as pillows. y’all send screenshots of movie favorites (actors and directors, behind the scenes, monologues etc.) or of movie knickknacks. seeing pics at comic-con and animals in character costumes. movie funko pops or figurines too.

❦— venusian. this is someone that will always always always compliment you before, after, or during a picture. if you ask them to take one of you, you’ll notice how fucking long it takes them to do it. i’m seeing them look back and forth, from you to the camera, because “wow you’re real.” gorgeous too. taken aback for sure but they’ll hide it behind witty little remarks. “wow you actually look nice today” but instead it’s the shittiest attempt at hiding what they really want to say.

❦— old friend. waving hello or goodbye, someone is doing this to the other as they come closer or farther away. pictures while they’re walking, seeing small smiles and timid hands. sweet gestures are significant, followed by blushing cheeks or shy eye contact.

❦— baby. this🥹 this is literally y’all’s aesthetic in most pictures. it’s like looking at puppies and kittens, how your whole demeanor goes soft and you can’t stop saying “awww.” tenderness is always there and it’s shown—forehead kisses, tracing noses, wearing each other’s shirts or hoodies, hugs from behind etc.

❦— boobies and more boobies. boobies.

❦— fluids. horrendous ass word but these are pics of 🥛 or 🧃 on each other’s faces. releasing on your lower body, or you’ll get them drenched in yours. if this person has a wand, i’m seeing it lodged in your mouth or being tapped across your cheek. this includes (loud and expressive🤭) self-masturbation on their end as well.

❦— condiments. yessss this is them putting whip cream on your neck to suck it off or pouring syrup into your belly button and licking it out. not food but ice cubes were mentioned too, dragging it along your body or kissing it into your mouth. plus they’re delicate with it. these are vids more than pics, but nonetheless y’all hot af lmao.

❦— lingerie. high quality, as in lace corsets and beaded garters that give off haute couture. getting the vibe of something expensive, and it doesn’t have to be but y’all not wearing nothing cheap lmao. doe or siren eyes in the camera, along with lewd poses and provocative faces.

❦— hotttt. vids of them taking control or dirtying you up real good since they’re on camera🥵 rough and nasty, crying and begging type shit. i’m hearing taunting or a tone of condescendence while they pound harder and deeper wow. very raw and disgusting i love it. choking and spitting even, they’re extremely intense when they want to be and you’re going to love it lmao.

❦— aftercare. capturing each other’s naked bodies, either rubbing against one another or winding down after a round. this is when it’s all said and done, when y’all are out of breath and exhausted from banging each other’s brains out lmao. but it could also be the slower part of intercourse, where y’all still “attached” but it’s coming to an end. bro y’all are hot af😭

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✞

🃏5ow. 10ow↺. death↺. 4os↺. 9ow. 2os↺. space and passion.

starting with the cards space and passion, this pile def has to tiptoe around the concept of taking photos with their fs. whoever they are, there’s disapproval around them being romantically involved with you. channeled “good girl gone bad” and it reminds me of the preacher’s daughter who turned out to be someone different than expected. with death in retrograde, that’s literally what i just said lmao—fated transformation will occur during this person and after. matter of fact, all of the cards in reverse represent the people whom are trying to lure you back into who you “used to be.” these people fear your transformation because they think it’s happening under the circumstance of pleasing your future spouse and not for personal gain. something tells me this is family talking opposed to public influence or nosey exes, and i also feel like you’re without a voice here. people don’t hear you out even when you try to speak up? with the nine of wands, you’re incessantly being put in positions where your beliefs are challenged as an adult, but this could stem from childhood as well. chiron in the 3rd, lillith in the 4th, and mercury in the 12th could be significant.

going back to this person, they give me first vibes. not in the sense of losing virginities or love and heartbreak, but your first sexual awakening. the aura around pictures with them are intense enough to be sexy but the dark and brooding type that’s why i made the assumption of this being the opened door to devotion. this feels like sex magick lmao, you’ll feel bonded to them whether it was before or after the first time. you’ve never been this infatuated before and if you think you have, no you haven’t. this is going to sound lame lmao but y’all’s energy feels like my persona on here, the profile pic and username. kourtney kardash and travis barker are a better example since they’re an actual couple. y’all are like them, not their entire relationship but the aesthetic they share and how in lust they are. don’t hate me either but i’m picking up on how kourtney pretty much changed her whole look to match travis’s vibe, this is that too (don’t do that tho, be yourself baby).

lmao let me again mention that people are pissed at this union like real bad. of course they don’t necessarily matter considering this is your life, but funnily enough they want the best for you. don’t get me wrong, however way they go about expressing this could def be better but the intention isn’t to be assholes. four of swords in retrograde, their thoughts revolve around emotional stability and maturity—you’re too young for them (fs) in terms of naivety. “ticking time bomb.” there’s truth to this tho and ofc you’ll discover why that is once it’s time to. bringing up the nine of wands again, as a whole it turned out be an age gap—your person could be older and it doesn’t have to be a huge ass difference but it’s not subtle lmao. channeled the trope dbf!character x daughter!reader😭 ngl that sums up why there’s so much tsking around y’all being together. y’all better be of legal age, and please careful when old creeps come around because no.

ngl this seems to be a karmic relationship that comes with a profound lesson; don’t get discouraged either, this is going to bring in so much growth as a physical and spiritual being. this is meant to help you transition through life seamlessly, or at least without the mindset of giving up. this lesson seems to be made up of spiritual guidance bordering past wounds (relationship, childhood, generational etc.), a universal test that’ll heal the old and assist the new. you’re kicking people from the past back where they were left at, very intent on standing where your foot lands. beautiful baby, congrats to your future self!

extra notes because i had no space to fit them in with the other paragraphs. as i said earlier, people are against y’all’s connection but it’s not just your family members that try to intercept. “tabloids.” i think your future spouse may be in the public eye? i didn’t pick up on fame in particular, but there’s some type of attention on them that gets put on you. regardless, the situation brings a shitload of haters. it’s weird tbh because people don’t not like you but at the same time they do?😭 “bittersweet” came to mind and that’s replicant of this energy in a way? “you deserve better.” people want to save you from something they don’t think is worth your time, but then want to rub it in your face that they told you so? bro idk who this person is but they are notttt popular, people not fw them at all lmao. it’s negativity around them if anything but i just heard “bad publicity is still publicity”, maybe that image works for them.

📸 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

y’all must be special irl this pile is so different from the others lol—i didn’t pick up on photo traits but personality traits instead so i went with it. there’s no nsfw section for y’all because i didn’t pick up on that either, however there are four more piles for y’all to choose from!

❦— green eyes. this could be literal green eyes, but i felt more of an envious energy instead. surprise surprise the same people that hate on y’all’s relationship wish it could be theirs. people are jealous of what you’re getting with them, or “earning.” gifts and pretty things for being their spouse, it’s one of those dreams that everyone wants but only few have.

❦— king of wands. daddy warbucks himself, this person is for sure rich af. they’re someone with lots of power, lots of control, lots of fucking money lmao within their career. i don’t get that they’re ceo of wherever they work, but they have enough pull to take trips around the sun and bring you along too. “penthouse views” are included (obvi).

❦— honey. this person def has some seasoning to them, heavy dilf and silverfox vibes around their appearance. seeing a beard, low eyes, maybe even flannel shirts lmao. some of y’all have the twd cast (andrew lincoln, norman reedus, jeffrey dean morgan) and pedro pascal for face references. a rugged daddy basically😂

❦— cherries. maybe this is someone’s favorite fruit? this made me think of the tropics or places similar to the virgin islands. frequent flyer miles, traveling to visit warm beaches and clear coastal waters.

❦— hunter x chaser. this is such forty-year old energy lol it’s charming and that’s what they typically know best. your future spouse def got on your nerves with how much they kept hitting on you😂 not in a weird way, but in a way where they were intent on getting your name. i’m seeing phone number offers and warm smiles, crow’s feet around their eyes too. there is a sense of rejection here, but eventually you cave to their advances.

❦— 22. could be significant to y’all’s age gap, or maybe you’re this age at the time y’all meet. this number made me channel birthdays or special celebrations (anniversary, party, holiday etc). we’re aware of this person’s bank account lmao so it’s no surprise that they’re fond of spending whatever to throw the best whatever. “cover it all.” they’re the type to make things extra special and absolutely perfect for you, no matter the cost.

❦— awakening. this is in regards to you, how being with this person brought a rebirth that ultimately forced you to shed old skin. “Jesus.” major spiritual transitions, regardless of if you believe in higher power or not. this person is the catalyst to writing a new chapter of your life and thriving in it, you’ll be so powerful without the burden of dragging dead weight and opinions. ngl i don’t think your future spouse is meant to be longterm based on how important this transformation is for your story, i think you’ll realize that in the end. “it was fun while it lasted.” you’ll grow and reap your blessings.

end.❤️‍🔥 previous reading

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space-man2 · 9 months

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July Update

Another month and another batch of male-to-male body swaps, possessions, transformations, and other means of taking someone else’s body for control. I am pleased to say that it has been a productive month like the last with the addition of 35+ shorts and stories. Stories on Discord now total 110 unique and tantalizing tales of possessing family members, growing groins, stopping time, and showing off your borrowed body to your officemates. As stated before, most of last month’s stories have a general theme based on the winning vote from my star subscribers. And it’s Father-to-Son Possession! Fathers experienced youth in the body of their brethren, some consensual while many were done in force. Read these tales in the following shorts and stories.

🔒🔞 What Did You Do To Him? A son watches as both his father used his body to fulfill their sexual needs. #Possession #Caucasian #Father-to-Son #Stories

✅ What They Want [Possession]

✅ Stop Complaining [Possession]

✅ My Father's Plaything [Possession]

🔒🔞 Locked and Dripping Wet [Possession]

🔒🔞 I thought it was a Prank [Possession]

🔒🔞 It Has to Go Somewhere [Possession]

🔒🔞 Intense [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 Daddy's Obedient Boy [Body Swap]

Take Your Son to Work Day Anthology

Take Your Son to Work Day is a national event encouraging fathers to bring their sons to work. The goal was to help sons learn about their father's jobs and expose them to different career options. That was the original goal decades ago. The invention of various technologies that let other people take control of the body of other people placed a different spin on this national event. The national event of workplace learning experience turned into a bragging event among fathers. They measured dicks, muscles, brawn, and superiority. For a day, the hierarchy in the workplace was meaningless. Let us follow several stories regarding this monumental occasion.

🔒🔞 Are You Ready? [Possession]

🔒🔞 Boss [Possession]

🔒🔞 What Dad Left [Possession]

🔒🔞 This is Going to Suck [Possession]

✅ The Caveat of Being Gay [Body Suit]

✅ Where am I? [Possession]

Other Stories

🔒🔞 Dick Pump “What do you mean they’re in there?” I asked, pointing at the white, sloppy juice in a canister connected to a dick pump larger than our dicks. As Jimmy used the device, I was the first witness to the transformation that would ensue. #Transformation #Brothers #Muscle Growth #Dick Growth #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Under the Skin Never in my life would I dare to think that I would get to interact with Kevin Halpert. But here I am, invited to be alone with him to find out what’s underneath his skin. #Bodysuit #Caucasian #Asian #Racial Change #Hunk #Pecs #Stories

🔒🔞 Coming Back a Different Man After a long stay in America, Teru would come home to the envy of his younger brother and cousins. Does his little brother have the heart to possess him? #Possession #Hunk #Asian #Blowjob #Stories

🔒🔞 Exorcism Gone Wrong The demon expected an exorcist, but he met someone who would take advantage of his bound state instead. Possession #Caucasian #Demon Possession #Stories

Other Shorts

✅ Stop Crying! [Body Swap]

✅ Come One. Come All. [Bodysuit]

✅ Giveaway Gift [Possession]

🔞 Transaction [Possession]

🔞 Best Thing About Stopping Time [Time Stop]

🔞 Caught in the Act [Possession]

🔒🔞 In My Brother's Face [Possession]

🔒🔞 Suspicious Links [Possession]

🔒🔞 Releasing Steam [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 The Next Step [Possession]

🔒🔞 Administrative Error [Possession]

🔒🔞 Adamant [Possession]

🔒🔞 Be Seeing You [Possession]

🔒🔞 Dick Mass [Transformation]

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valvesandthings · 1 year

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Megatron couldn’t be happier than when he was mass-displaced and between his lover’s thighs. Getting to spend quality time with her was one kind of happiness and taking the time to make love was another. Megatron was hovering, braced by his arms on either side of his love. Like this their pelvises were pressed flush but she was the only one revealed, her warm vagina slicking his groin.

She looked up to him with questioning eyes. Why’d you stop?” she asked.

Megatron smiled and stooped to kiss her forehead. “I was admiring you,” he said. “Your beauty astounds me every time I am allowed to bask in your presence.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t quite hide a smile.

Megatron rolled his hips to tease her and was pleased at the gasp it earned him. “You sound like a goddess: I could spend eternity listening to you.”

She moaned and he began slipping down her frame, servos trailing her sides, lips delicately brushing over her nipples and down the center of her chest to the smooth planes of her stomach. In between kisses, he purred the most honest and adoring things he could think of. “My queen, I will forever serve you. Perhaps I should show you off, prove to the crew how you’re mine. My good, good, girl.” Here he reached her twitching hips. As he spoke, his breath blew hot over her sex.

She bit her lip and moaned his name. She gripped the sides of his helm, fingers digging into the seams.

“Yes,” Megatron purred. He finally gave into the tantalizing treat before him. Flicking his glossa out, he tasted her. Immediately he desired more and flattened his glossa against her pussy and lapped at it in long strokes. A thrill shot up his spine when she closed her legs around his helm, heels draping over his shoulders.

“Oh, Megatron!” she cried out.

He spoke in what little room he had left to move. “That’s it, scream my name like a good girl. My lovely pet.” He dove back in, devouring her organic valve, feeling the persistent press of his spike against its housing. “Primus, you sound so perfect,” he rumbled. The taste of her was truly unique, and the pheromones flooding his olfactory were overwhelming. He could consume his little lover. She gave him purpose and right now that purpose was single minded. He latched his lips around her clit and sucked.

Her thighs clamped tight around his helm and she went rigid, back arching as she came, crying his name.

Megatron happily lapped up her juices, not minding the mess smeared on his face. “You’re delicious.” He licked his lips. “You did so well for your first overload.”

She released his helm. “ First? Out of how many?”

Megatron grinned devilishly. “Oh I fully intend to discover just how many overloads I can wring from that lovely body of yours.”

#megatron #valveplug

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 8 months

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Gravitational wave detectors as probes of dark matter

Dark matter is a keystone assumption in the current understanding of the Universe. Yet, the elemental identity of dark matter is not known, and its future discovery remains a primary goal in the fields of cosmology and particle physics. A team of theoretical physicists from the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research in Mumbai, the Indian Institute for Science in Bengaluru, and the University of California at Berkeley, have proposed a new method to probe dark matter. The method leverages gravitational wave searches to look for dark matter through its predicted effects on neutron stars.

Sulagna Bhattacharya, graduate student at TIFR and lead-author of the study published in Physical Review Letters, explains — dark matter particles in the galaxy can accumulate in neutron stars due to their non-gravitational interactions. The accumulated particles form a dense core, that collapses to a minuscule black hole in the scenario that dark matter particle is heavy and has no antiparticle counterpart; a scenario that has proved difficult to test otherwise in laboratory experiments. For a large allowed range of dark matter particle mass, the initial seed black hole consumes its host neutron star and transmutes it to a neutron-star-mass black hole. Crucially, theories of stellar evolution predict that black holes form when neutron stars exceed about 2.5 times the mass of the Sun, as encoded in the Tolman-Oppenheimer-Volkoff limit, but here dark matter leads to low-mass black holes that are typically smaller than the maximal neutron star. Anupam Ray, who co-led the work, points out that “for dark matter parameters that are not yet ruled out by any other experiment, old binary neutron star systems in dense regions of the galaxy ought to have evolved into binary black hole systems. If we do not see any anomalously low-mass mergers, it puts new constraints on dark matter.”

Intriguingly, some of the events detected by LIGO, e.g., GW190814 and GW190425, appear to involve at least one low-mass compact object. A tantalizing suggestion, based on pioneering work by Hawking and Zeldovich from the 1960s, is that low-mass black holes could be of a primordial origin, i.e., created by exceedingly rare but large density fluctuations in very early universe. Motivated by these considerations, the LIGO collaboration has undertaken targeted searches for low-mass black holes and set limits. The present study by Bhattacharya and collaborators shows that same non-detection of low-mass mergers by LIGO also puts stringent constraints on particle dark matter. The constraints presented in this study hold significant value, as they explore parameter space that is well beyond the reach of the current terrestrial dark matter detectors like XENON1T, PANDA, LUX-ZEPLIN, especially for heavy dark matter particles.

Mergers of low-mass black holes are expected to be detectable not only using existing gravitational wave detectors such as LIGO, VIRGO, and KAGRA, but also by upcoming detectors like Advanced LIGO, Cosmic Explorer, and the Einstein Telescope. By considering the planned upgrades of current gravitational wave experiments, and accounting for their increased sensitivity and observation time, the study forecasts the constraints that could be obtained within the next decade. In particular, the study shows, gravitational wave observations can probe extremely feeble interactions of heavy dark matter, well below the so-called “neutrino floor” where conventional dark matter detectors have to contend with the astrophysical neutrino backgrounds. Instead, if exotic low-mass black holes are discovered in the future, it could be a valuable hint about the nature of dark matter. The authors sign-off optimistically noting, “gravitational wave detectors, which have already proved useful for the direct detection of black holes and gravitational waves predicted by Einstein, may end up as a powerful tool to test theories of dark matter as well.”

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics #gravitational waves

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ladyculebras · 2 months

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Writing patterns tag game!

tagged by @buddyaldridge

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

“Hey, before you go,” Dean catches his attention before he drops Sam off for the evening.

2. This is not the first time it happens.

3. Betty Cooper is asleep in the next room, and his son’s thigh pressed against his own in the dark feels mildly dangerous.

4. Dexter thinks he can divide time into a before and after Kurt.

5. After Haddonfield, Corey shows up on her doorstep.

6. Teddy Flood steps off a train, loud and raucous, filled with newcomers.

7. I shouldn’t be here, Lottie thinks, as she steps out of the cab.

8. The first time he kisses Brian, he freaks out on him.

9. Sam calls him crying, voice raw, stretched tight with fear and anxiety.

10. Beverly Keane’s throat is an inviting mass of red blood vessels, soft pale yielding flesh, whip-corded veins that would have been ugly before are tantalizing now.

So I am not sure what my pattern is, but looking at this, I tend to name a character. It's not always the character that is the point of view (Beverly Keene, Betty Cooper, Corey), but someone is doing something, for the most part.

I tag: whoever wants to do it, but tag me :D

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #about me #meme #incest cw #just for the implications

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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Hali's Fic Recs

Hi frens - I felt like making a list of some of the amazing works that I have read the past few weeks. While I do reblog and review everything I read on my fic rec blog, I wanted to put this on main because I obviously have more followers here and I just really wanted to give some other creators love on main. All of these works are incredibly worth every second reading. There are definitely going to be a few repeat authors, as I binged some m. lists oops.

I do not have the same amount of rec's for every member - this is quite frankly not on purpose at all, I just tend to mass consume what my mutuals write and that sometimes gives me limited reading options so I apologize!

Favorites have been marked with *

alternative names for this rec list: @gimmethatagustd and @jjkeverlast m. list oops

Cool'n by @sugakookitty

→ smut, sugar daddy

→ You’re just out doing some hot girl shit with your friends, but your boyfriend does not approve.

Vegas, Baby by @chimivx

→ Fluff, dad Yoongi

→ Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows... However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor's appointment though, things seem to shape up.

Peaches in Bed by @borathae

→ smut, a little fluff, established relationship

→ You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt

Unexpected Lovers by @jjkeverlast *

→ smut, angst, fake dating

→ what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

Moving Day by @here2bbtstrash

→ smut, established relationship

→ you manage to entice your boyfriend into taking a break from unloading boxes to unload something else instead.

Gravity by @kimvvantae

→ smut, angst, exes

→ 5 months after the breakup, you’re still gravitating around each other, no matter how hard you try not to. the only way to finally free yourselves from this pull is to let your orbits collide one last time.

Road Tripping Over You by @joheunsaram

→ smut, angst, exes to lovers

→ You didn’t always hate Hoseok. In fact, if someone asked you six months ago you would’ve even said you loved your brother’s best friend - being in a relationship for over a year has that effect. But the rainbows and sunshine of your relationship were over, and now you had to spend six hours with the man who you wished you never had to see again.

Arte Factum by @lolabangtan

→ smut, yandere behaviors - please read the warnings on this one before reading

→ After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you're burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Meet Me at the Finish Line by @parkdatjimin

→ smut, angst, enemies to lovers

→ The two of you have been at odds since the old days, back when you raced homemade cars on concrete sidewalks for lollypops. But those days are nothing compared to the big league, where you're challenged by tragedy, injury, and unresolved feelings.

Marry Me (Again & Again) by @gimmethatagustd

→ friends to lovers, fluff

→ How many times does your best friend need to propose to you before you actually believe him when he says he’s in love with you?

Nectar by @gimmethatagustd *

→ vampire, roommates to lovers, smut

→ Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

Freaky Deaky by @jjkeverlast

→ smut, pwp

→ you've been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.

New Tricks by @geniuslab

→ Fluff, smut

→ When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

Saudade by @kimvvantae *

→ angst, smut, vampire, soulmates

→ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

True Love by @jjkeverlast *

→ exes to lovers, eventual smut, angst

→ in which you’re face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

Complete Faith by @daechwitatamic

→ slow burn, angst, dash of spice

→ It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

Only Here to Sin by @gimmethatagustd

→ smut, angst, enemies to... sort of lovers?

→ When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

Love talk by @sourkoo

→ smut, fluff, pwp

→ Jungkook is a pussy eating enthusiast

Paint Me Naked by @gimmethatagustd *

→ smut, fluff, pinch of angst

→ After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

Effortless by @jjkeverlast

→ smut, a bit pwp

→ jungkook knows how to please you so effortlessly

New Girl by @jjkeverlast

→ roommates to lovers, smut

→ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.

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anomaly-hivemind · 1 year

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Sweater Holders// Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Warnings: Vaginal Penetration, Body Worship, Dacryphilia( just a wee bit) Pet Names (Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Master, Darling), Oral (male and female receiving) Sir Kink, Praise, Aftercare, degradation (if you squint), lovebites/ hickeys

Bonus Chapter No. 1

Muzan x Ume

Recommended Songs: Play with Fire - Same Tinnesz, Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood, House of Cards - BTS

Muzan slowly sipped from his champagne flute, swirling the sparking, golden liquid around. He sighed, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd.

How utterly dull, he thought while looking at the masses. So plain and boring, like they all had nothing going on in their lives.

He desperately desired to be anywhere else than here, but work called for it. He was a top surgeon in his field and owned part of the hospital for which this founding celebration was.

There was a spot of color that caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see an extravagantly dressed young woman.

Her long white hair was parted cleanly down the middle, with two strands framing her face. Two braids hung loosely by the sides of her head while two others were tied up into a strikingly high ponytail. Her tantalizing pose enhanced her luscious curves and divine figure. She wore a hot pink silk gown with intricate spiral beading across the bust and waist and a bewitching slit showing the smooth skin of her leg, adorned with a matching fluffy pink coat.

People watched her beguiling figure in amorous astonishment as she slinked, heading toward where Muzan and Douma sat. She wore a flirtatiously sly smirk on her face and a suggestive look in her eyes.

“Oh, it’s Ume. He had almost forgotten the man was there. Muzan, you remember my daughter, Ume, right?” Douma said beside him.

“Yes, I remember her,” Muzan said before taking a big sip of his champagne. He remembered her all right. How could he forget when he was the one who bought her the extravagant outfit that adorned her enticing body and many of the other luxurious items in her wardrobe. Dresses. Blouses. Diamond jewelry that nearly outshone her irresistible smile and expensive leather handbags.

How could he forget her when she lay in his bed more than his own. How could he say no to indulging her when she asked so sweetly.

“Hi, Papa! Hello Kibutsuji-san.” Ume smiled before sitting adjacent to the both of them.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Ume. You look lovely. Are Gyutaro and Kotoha with you?” Douma asked her in his usual joviality.

“You know Gyutaro hates these kinds of events, and sadly, Ko-chan wasn’t feeling well, so she decided not to come.”

“That is truly a shame; I guess I should call her and check on her,” Douma said before walking away, seemingly looking for a place to call his wife as Muzan and Ume watched his retreating figure.

A server walked to the table they were both sitting at with a tray of drinks and silently offered another drink; Ume took two glasses, handing one off to Muzan and the server promptly walked off to attend to the other partygoers.

Ume peered at Muzan with a small smile as she took a sip from the glass.

“That dress does look quite nice on you, Ume. You just couldn’t resist being the center of attention, could you? Although I bought you plenty of others, you had to choose more than one, didn’t you?” Muzan said, his eyes trailing down to her chest. The dress was low cut and exposed much of her breast.

“Well, My daddy bought it for me, picked it out himself; how could I not wear such a precious gift? Don’t I look nice in it?” she asked teasingly, placing her glass down. She looked him up and down as words dripped from her gloss-tinted lips and swirled into his ears. He was ready to get up and take the woman in front of him.

“You look lovely. Everyone here knows you look divine, although they don’t know you belong to me.” Muzan stood up from his seat, looking at Ume, dead in the eyes. “But you know this, yet you still wore this?” He took a moment to drink in her exposed skin before giving her a stern glare. “You know better. Come. I think I need to teach you a lesson, princess.”

He rented one of the event hotel’s rooms before leading her into the elevator. As the door slid closed, Muzan pressed Ume against the wall, grabbing her chin and tilting her face closer to his own. With a sweet look, she takes his outstretched hand as he leads her through the crowd undetected.

“You know, Ume… lately, it’s seemed like you’ve been trying your hardest to be bad, wearing those tiny shorts and going around without your panties. I paid a lot of money for those, you know,” Muzan said with a sly smirk. He squeezed the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her closer before taking his time to feel what he would soon be reclaiming as his.

“I know I’ve been bad, but I promise I can be good.” Ume slipped her hands down Muzan’s chest. “Can you guess what I’m wearing?” Her hand traveled to the slit of her dress, pulling the dress up to allow him a look.

He glanced down to realize that she was wearing a lacy black thong that sat high on her supple hips.

Muzan glided his hands down her curves before slipping his hands through the slit in her dress and gently squeezing her ass. If the elevator had taken any longer, he would’ve had to take her right then and there with no regard for who would’ve caught them. Fortunately for the both of them, the doors slid open before he could start.

It took all their strength to detach from each other before walking to their room. The only thing that broke their reverie was the obvious notification sound of Ume’s phone. She sighed softly as she turned the screen on to see what it was.

“Who was that?”

“Papa, he was just letting me know he left.”

“Good, that means no distractions.”

He was swift to take and silence her phone before placing it in the inner pocket of his suit. With nothing else to disturb them, they quickly latched onto each other, kicking off their shoes before stumbling onto the large bed.

“Is this for me?” she giggled, gripping the silk sheets underneath her as he pressed kisses to her neck.

“Only the best for my Princess,” he said as he pulled himself away.

She pouted at his absence before grabbing his tie and pulling him back on top of her.

“Ah ah ah. You’re not the one in control here.” Muzan smirks before pinning Ume’s hands above her head.

Muzan leaned down, loose strands of his hair brushing against the side of Ume’s soft cheek. He peppered soft kisses on Ume’s cheek before gently running his tongue along her earlobe, reveling in her sweet moans.

“Now, be a good girl and don’t touch yourself, okay?” Muzan whispered, nibbling her skin.

Ume readily nodded, and Muzan slid a hand under Ume and slightly lifted her off the bed to access the zipper. He easily pulled down the zipper as he pushed the dress down her shoulders.

She held his gaze in hers as she propped herself up and slipped her bra off her body, revealing herself to him.

Muzan’s hand traced the outline of Ume’s thong, causing her to bite her lip and let out a small sigh. Muzan’s lips trailed across Ume’s soft skin, showering her with sensual kisses. He enjoyed her soft, sweet moans that filled the quietness of the gilded room. He teased her, riling more of a reaction out of her.

“Please,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair.

“Please, what, Princess?”

“Stop teasing me,” she groaned. He smiled, softly biting the inside of her thigh.

“Why? Tell me why.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her thong-covered cunt, her grip tightening on his hair.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered. With a soft chuckle, he teased her with the tip of his tongue. She heaved a long sigh before he swiftly slipped her thong down her legs and pressed his tongue into her inviting cunt.

Ume exclaimed loudly as he dove in, attacking her cunt with such fervor that it took her breath away. Her legs squeezed his head as she lost herself in the feeling, but he immediately pulled away.

“No~” she whined.

“Keep them open for me, Princess,” he said, blowing softly onto her burning flesh. Her toes curled as she rested her legs on his shoulders.

He continued with his teasing, giving her short, small licks. Enough to make her feel good, but not enough to get her anywhere.

“You make me feel so good,” she moaned, covering her face. He stopped once again, glaring at her. “Muzan!” she exclaimed, her frustration clear on her face.

"Don't cover yourself when you're with me."

"I’m sorry."

"Sorry, what.”

"I’m sorry, Daddy," she said with a sweet, innocent look.

“Good girl.”

Muzan goes back to work in riling up Ume with his persistent tongue. He ran his tongue up, inching closer to play with her clit before giving it a sloppy suck.

“Ah~”

Ume's mouth laid agape as she let out choked moans, her chest heaving slightly and her back arching off the bed. Her legs wrapped around his head as her pleasure climbed.

“That’s right, Princess. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours,” he groaned. “Let me hear what no one else will ever hear.”

She let out a small giggle. “Only to stroke your ego.”

“You could be stroking something else if you're going to act like that.” He raised his eyebrows, ready to stop and get up from the carpeted floor.

“You can’t just stop!” she cried, warm tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.

“I already did, didn't I?”

“Wait, no, don't stop. Daddy, please,” she begged, reaching out for him.

“Beg.”

Her wide eyes looked up at him in lust. “Please come back, Daddy. Come lick this pussy.”

“Who does it belong to?”

“It's all yours,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

Muzan returned to his original position, but instead of using his mouth to please his girl immediately, he pushed a set of fingers into her painfully slow. He played with the pacing of his hand to see which speed and motion would get Ume to shake the most. He enjoyed the pleasing sounds that she let out for him and him alone.

It was only then that Muzan placed his lips back onto her body. He bit down on her inner thigh, leaving love bites and hickeys up her leg while he worked his fingers in her. When he felt satisfied with the number of marks on her leg, he quickened the rhythm of his fingers as he pushed them into her deeper. Which got quite the reaction out of Ume; her back arching, and her whole body shook in pleasure.

Muzan took advantage of Ume’s pleasurable state. He latched his mouth to her clit and gave it a suck. Ume let out a guttural moan as she felt Muzan slurp up her juices.

Muzan looked up at Ume with a smirk as he licked his lips. The bulge in his pants was so apparent that he didn’t even try to hide it away.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, Princess,” he said, gesturing down to his face.

She bit her full lips. “Please fuck me, Muzan.”

“I suppose you’ve been good enough,” Muzan said as he undid his pants. She was quick to stop him, sliding down to the floor.

“Allow me,” she said with a sultry smile. She slowly slid his pants down to the floor, pressing a soft kiss to his bulge before caressing his muscular legs. “You look so good, Daddy.”

“Oh, do I?” Muzan said, gripping her hair as she slid his boxers to the floor. “How about you show me what that mouth can do.”

She pressed wet kisses to his length, her beautiful green eyes looking up at him innocently. Her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft, the pleasurable feeling making him grip her hair harder.

“Oh, Princess~”

She moaned softly, using her sweet mouth to caress the full balls that hung underneath his shaft.

“I love pleasing you with my mouth, Daddy,” she said, teasing his tip. Muzan groaned, feeling the blood rushing through his cock.

“Don’t play with me, sweetheart.”

She smirked. “Yes, sir.”

She surprised him as she opened her mouth and took his entire length down her throat. His eyes rolled back, groaning as he held her in place, enjoying the sounds that she made. Her hands gripped the front of his thighs as she choked on his dick before he pulled back, allowing her to breathe.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes as he proceeded to fuck her face with wanton abandon.

“Your mouth feels so good, Princess,” Muzan groaned, earning a guttural moan from her. Her face turned red as he continued, the immeasurable pleasure almost too much for him before he pulled out of her mouth and let her go. “Get on the bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please fuck me.”

Muzan leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Ume’s lips, before lining himself up with her entrance, rubbing his tip through her slick lips. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need you so much.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?” he said as he pushed into her in one strong thrust. Her heat nearly drove him crazy as he rocked against her. He listened to the wonderful moans that tumbled past her lips and drank in her glowing skin that only he would ever see.

She was his, and he would make sure that she knew it. He would make sure she knew it every single time that he was buried deep in her. He vowed to pound her until he was the only thought that her brain could muster.

His name would be the only name that she would ever call.

“Muzan~” she called. “You’re fucking me so good~”

He gripped her full hips as he drove into her. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room as he pounded her tight hole.

“Ah~ Fuuck me!” Ume said, squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Yeah, that’s right. Pleasure yourself.”

“Harder, please,” Ume said breathlessly. She thrust her hips upwards, meeting his with her own, creating an intoxicating rhythm that neither of them wanted to break.

He watched her delicate hands grip the sheets as he pleasured her. He groaned, slowing down before pulling out slowly and slamming back into her. Her eyes flew open as she was bombarded with both pleasure and pain.

“SHIT! Aaah.”

The rhythmic combinations of Muzan’s movement thrusting into her overstimulated her headspace. Her vision felt like it was going in and out as he fucked her into oblivion.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her thighs tightly as he lifted her lower body and began to hammer her cunt at an unbelievable pace. Ume’s eyes widened, and her mouth gaped as she struggled to breathe. He rutted her like he had never done before. She could feel him deep inside her and, with each thrust, an electrical shock that affected her entire body.

He wasn’t fucking her anymore. He was using her.

Muzan could see the beautiful agony on her face and her mouth widened in a silent scream. Muzan bucked his hips sporadically into Ume. He reached down to grip her shoulders for better leverage so that he could pound her even harder than he thought he could.

His movements start to get sloppy and uneven. He knew he was close. He refused to back down.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach and began to pound her from behind. She screamed, her head bouncing as he held a tight grip on her arms. He panted, sweat dripping down his body as release crept up on him. He leaned down and placed gentle, feathery kisses on her back, only in places that the two of them would ever see—no one else.

He rotated his hips, adamant about maximizing both of their pleasure before he finished. Her cunt had a vice grip on him, and he knew that he didn’t have much longer.

“Mu-Muzan. Too much,” Ume whimpered. He knew he was overstimulating her.

“Hold on, just a moment longer.” He said, out of breath. The mix of tantalizing moans from Ume and the hushed whispers of praises from Muzan were drowned out by the sounds of wet skin slapping.

“Muzan, I’m- gonna- gonna cum!” Ume exclaimed. Her cunt tightened around him as he pounded her. Her body tensed as she released a long, drawn-out moan before she lost herself in her release and fell into a convulsing mess. "I love you, Muzan!"

“Ah, Fuck.” Muzan groaned at her proclamation as he came. His hips continued to pound her soaking cunt as waves of pleasure rolled over him, the euphoric feeling taking over as hot ropes of cum filled Ume, warming her insides.

Muzan leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Ume’s neck before pulling out, cum immediately leaking out onto the bed.

He flipped over and embraced her tightly, giving her a long, tired kiss before he flopped on the bed beside her and closed his eyes, his breaths heavy and sweat slipping from his brow. He allowed them both time to recover before moving to take action.

“Okay, darling, let’s both get cleaned up.”

Ume groaned and rolled over onto her side, pressing her face into Muzan’s warm chest.

“But I’m so tired.”

“Yeah. Bet you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Here, I’ll carry you.” Muzan got up from the bed and stretched his back. He then swiftly scooped Ume up, holding her in his arms and taking them both to the bathroom.

“Thank you, Muzan-sama,” Ume said, scooting onto the bathroom counter.

“Anything for my spoiled little princess,” Muzan said, their foreheads pressed together as they stared at each other intimately. Their lips met for a soft, tender kiss.

“Muzan.”

“Hmm?”

“I Love you.”

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My main piece preview for @sanguinevampirezine !! This zine is full of so many spooky, supernatural, and de-bite-ful pieces, so if you’re interested in vampires, check out this project and pick up a copy now!! Preorder info can be found here.

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World’s Fangest, written by Michael H.

Fangtastic halts in the air, hovering like a void in the sunlight, and tries to pause their breath. They do not need to breathe, do not need to tempt themself in this way. But the thing inside them that wants twists and presses, winding around their mind, and against their better judgment, they inhale again.

Blood. Bright and tantalizing. For a moment, Nocturnopolis ceases to be a city. For a moment, it is only a mass of raw, living heartbeats begging to be eaten. (End of story preview.)

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mwolf0epsilon · 1 year

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The Ghost in the War Machine

With the stakes of the Clone Wars increasing steadily overtime, the Techno Union had grown significantly more ambitious with their various projects and investments.

Some might say the guild's aspirations had outgrown them because, while their facade of neutrality might have fooled the Republic's Senate and the people they represented, it never quite fooled the GAR's soldiers nor the more attentive Jedi Generals. Especially not the ones that were more than a little acquainted with the machinations of Wat Tambor and his underling's work.

Keeping at the very top of their game wasn't easy with the likes of the 501st and 212th Battalions knowing fully well that the guild was not to be trusted (and more involved with the Separatist movement than they let on).

Naturally, Wat Tambor took it as a challenge of sorts.

Branched out a bit with the experiments and far off expedition he approved, and mostly kept the more classified projects as far away from view as possible to avoid incidents like the one that occurred in Nelvaan (making an actual public enemy out of Anakin Skywalker was a mistake he'd prefer to avoid). Whenever the opportunity presented itself, the Techno Union wasn't afraid to try something new.

And, upon stumbling across a rather peculiar little planet in the Kaldar Trinary system, opportunity for something more ambitious did present itself...

---[Continue Reading...]---

The legend of the Skara Nal was not one just known to treasure hunters and pirates alike. Many sentient species all across the galaxy have heard the stories of the Ancients, their mysterious culture, and their awesome treasures.

Wat Tambor had heard such stories himself. Was curious and inspired by beings of ancient times that could somehow invent technology that was leagues ahead of its own time. Felt like those were tales that one could learn for in the name of both progress and profit.

So, upon hearing about a rather incredible discovery one of the branches of the guild had made, he was more than a little excited to get his hands on a design that would inspire both awe and fear into the hearts of his allies and enemies alike:

The Skara Nal Walker

An incredible feat of automation that had (overtime), been confused to be some kind of ancient city holding a precious treasure, rather than what Wat Tambor actually knew it to be: A superweapon capable of mass destruction.

This design (this incredible war machine) could completely change the order of things in favour of the Techno Union itself. With a Walker this powerful Wat Tambor could simply seize control of everything and everyone, and change the tides of war to better suit the Techno Union's needs. His needs.

All he'd need is to get his hands on the Skara Nal's blueprints and design, recreate it and its specs (with some alterations here and there), create a more complex form of processor to better control it with, trick the Techno Union's investors into funding the project itself, and then construct an ultimate weapon that he would then control.

Maybe an entire army of them.

And, with an army of superweapon Walkers at his disposal, who could possibly oppose him and the Techno Union in any meaningful way? No one. Absolutely no one.

Not even the Jedi, or Count Dooku and his shadowy master.

Time flies by...

The construction process of the prototype recreation of the Skara Nal is less than consistent, but the promises Wat Tambor makes about this mysterious project is more than a little tantalizing for the more power hungry members of the Separatist Council.

It's so very easy to tempt the Techno Union's most loyal investors with the prospect of power, that hiding his true intentions is ridiculously easy. Still, Tambor has to maintain a front of willingness to provide actual advantages for the Separatist army. Offer them something that'll keep their interests peaked, and their curious eyes off the project itself...

The answer is fairly easy, really... The Algorithm keeps Tench more than satisfied, so it's easy to lend its limited remote services until the time is right. However, everyone that's working on the Walker Project knows that (eventually) the Algorithm will be used for more than just data analysis and advisory tasks: It will be the brain of their superweapon.

The central processor that both keeps the Walker itself running in a seemingly commensalistic symbiotic relationship, and that can be more easily controlled than the original Skara Nal (which attacked its surroundings indiscriminately when not given any guidance).

Thus far the Algorithm had obeyed them well, so the Techno Union believed it would continue to do so once the Walker was fully operational and connected to its neural relay.

In theory the plan was quite brilliant.

By using a living being conditioned to obey orders directly transmitted into their brain, they could get the Walker to move more fluently and even react to situations in a more aware and intelligent manner. An ARC trooper that had been highly trained and aware of enemy strategies, would thusly be able to outsmart and outmaneuver the GAR's army with ease.

This would effectively protect the Algorithm itself (which was imperative to keep the Separatists on the Techno Union's side until the time was right to seize control of them), and also force the Algorithm to rely on the Walker for more effective life support (cryosleep had kept their asset alive, but it had certainly not maintained the body very well due to lack of nutrition and vitamins) as well as stability, via a string of pre-programmed code that would help it integrate itself with the Walker's systems.

In fact, the Walker had been redesigned to be able to "eat", store "digested nutrients" in a storage tank connected to it's "stomach", and overall mimic an actual living being in such a way that the entire machine would become like a second body for the Algorithm in an almost seamless transition from flesh to machine. The Algorithm would essentially become the Walker itself, and hopefully be conditioned to believe it had always been a weapon to be used by its new master

Wat Tambor believed he'd be the master of the galaxy's most complex, intelligent and powerful war machine ever known to any being, by fooling its "brain" into believing it had always been a machine with the sole purpose of obeying orders...

He was sorely mistaken.

The Algorithm may have been doing it's job as intended, but Echo had been fighting back as best he could the entire time. And he would soon be able to show just to what extent he'd be willing to go to try to free himself from both the Techno Union's and the Separatist's clutches alike...

Echo became more and more aware of himself the more tests were performed to see if the Walker could be effectively integrated with his neural network, and then subsequently began performing his own tests trying to figure out where he was exactly, and how to use the various systems he was connected to to his own advantage.

Tech and Rex's inquiry when the 501st and Clone Force 99 began investigating the Algorithm that was causing the GAR so many losses on Anaxes, was simply the nail in the Techno Union's coffin. Echo may have still been trapped but he was now aware of the fact someone was coming for him, and that he might be able to make himself mobile the next time Wat Tambor called for the Walker to be activated. Which he stupidly does in an attempt to use it against the invading party that has come to steal the Algorithm...

Needless to say, the moment the Walker is brought online, Echo is fully in control of it and goes on a rampage.

Enacting rage fueled revenge on the bastards that imprisoned and that tortured him should come as no surprise, and the fact the Techno Union ever hoped to be able to control him at all was idiotic on many levels. Especially since he held no loyalty towards them to begin with and was trying to escape their clutches since day 1.

The mild issues that come with his rampage, however, are that:

His rescue party has no idea he's inside the Walker currently raining hellfire upon its general surroundings;

He can't quite see who he's attacking because of the size discrepancy, so he's basically just trying to fry anything that so much as twitches;

The transmissions that Tech had been using to track him are now garbled because Echo is a little out of his senses;

It's certainly not a great first impression to this whole situation, and everyone's first instinct is to either flee or fight back... Which honestly doesn't help the rescue party not seem like another obstacle for Echo to decimate.

Thankfully both Tech and Rex connect the dots fairly quickly, and realize that the war machine currently trying to wipe them and the Techno Union off the face of the galaxy, is indeed being piloted by the imprisoned ARC they'd come to save. Getting him to calm down is a bit more difficult since he's in a bit of a state but, since they still have an open line of communication, they soon talk Echo out of attacking them.

Then comes the next big problem: How to get Echo out of Skako Minor while he's currently stuck inside a gigantic Walker that most definitely won't fit in their ship, and that they don't know how to open up...

Fortunately for everyone involved, this was an issue that the Techno Union itself had resolved, since they needed a means to transport the Walkers off planet once they constructed a sizeable army.

A sort of flight mode attachment was in the works, and the prototype was ready to be tested prior to the rescue mission interfering with the Techno Union's plans. All they would need to do is connect it to the Walker, and Echo would simply be able to follow them back to the base on Anaxes.

Which he does after fumbling a little (he may have been able to figure out how to use the weapons system on the fly, but that's because of the previous system tests that were performed prior to current events. The flight mode is completely new territory for him and the first attempts are probably very similar to Hardcase trying to figure out how to fly the Umbaran ships).

Here is where some major changes (besides the obvious) come about in terms of plot and what happens to Echo in general.

As soon as they land they try to disconnect Echo from the Walker, only to realize that any attempt to do so would kill him. The life support system is the only thing keeping him alive, and as such Echo is (for the time being) trapped inside of the Walker until the medical and engineering teams can find a way to safely disengage him from it.

Which, due to the ongoing war, isn't something they can do right now. Unfortunately there's just no way they can drop everything their doing just to help Echo. Something which distresses him and causes another near rampage (the Walker reacts to his distress by immediately engaging all weapons systems, and this is absolutely not a great way to get him in anyone's good graces).

The stress of the battles and the unpredictability of the war machine keeping Echo alive, make the GAR more than a little distrustful of him, and the dejected ARC trooper ends up locked away in a warehouse where he'll simply have to wait until he can be tended to.

He neither is able to help put an end to the Battle of Anaxes, nor joins Clone Force 99 because they too do not trust him in the slightest. The only few people who visit him are Rex, Jesse, Kix (before he ends up falling into Dooku's hands) and Cody. And, while they are hopeful that one day they'll be able to get him out of the Walker, Echo himself loses hope of that ever being a possibility.

The more time passes the more hopeless about his situation Echo feels, until one day he decides that the best course of actions is for him to simple disappear. Stop being a burden on the 501st's shoulders, and go somewhere where he'll be left alone and not endanger anyone...

And so he does. He waits for an opportunity and then engages his flight mode to leave the planet. It's not like anyone can really stop him anyway, nor do any of them want to try to shoot him down since Rex and Jesse would most certainly not be happy about it.

Rex is forced to watch his little brother be torn away from his side once more, only this time it's by Echo's choice.

And he simply watches it happen because he can't bring himself to force Echo to stay. Not when the alternative is clearly not ideal for his well being in the long run...

He can only hope wherever he goes that his vod'ika will be safe.

There's really not much time to dwell on it anyway. The Siege of Mandalore eventually takes up all of his time, and then Order 66 happens (which gives way to so many new problems he has to solve, as well as some close calls with the Empire) and he's thrown for a loop.

Rex only really has time to think about Echo again when, during an attempt to track him down to warn him about the Empire, he ends up reuniting with the ARC in a rather... Err... Awkward manner...

The planet Echo chose to exile himself to was apparently inhabited, and the locals had begun worshiping him as some kind of deity... Which means he occasionally gets live sacrifices (which he simply releases and leads somewhere safe away from the people that sacrificed them to begin with because YIKES that is not a safe environment).

One stealth mission to recover Rex's gear later (and a lot of swearing to never tell about this to anyone ever), the two catch up on recent events and decide to team up to help save their brothers from the Empire's clutches.

Should be easy enough when Echo can provide both the manpower and transportation needed to carry and protect their brothers (bare in mind the Walker was built from the inside out and has maintenance shafts, fully operational oxygen supply, decompression and gravity control modules, and even a hyperdrive to go with the flight mode), and Echo can also pick up on remote transmissions and transmit remotely himself. The Walker is a remarkable feat of technology that would most definitely be an asset to Rex and Echo's mission.

And it's not just the two of them that realize this...

Someone else has been looking into classified GAR data and taken a great interest in the supposed superweapon that the 501st and Clone Force 99 recovered from Seperatist control prior to Order 66 going live. And they would very much like to get rid of what is effectively listed in the files as "just a very smart droid" that'd give the Empire an edge if they ever got their hands on it.

It's not every day that a ghost goes out of his way to track and attempt to hunt down another ghost...

Not that Fives, who's been in hiding and out of the loop for a while, knows that Echo is the weapon he's seeking to destroy...

#Eps Draws:#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #Ghost in the War Machine AU #arc trooper echo #captain rex #told you I had another one of these in the works :)#and it comes with a bit of a surprise at the end too

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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

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hi cheryl! i absolutely adore you work, thank you for blessing us and taking the time to write and share these wonderful stories for us to enjoy 💜

i really want to see how my fav couple ever, matchmaker!jungkook would react to someone trying to hit on y/n. would he roast the shit out of the guy like he does with yoongi and let him know you’re out of his league? 😭 would he just try to get y/n away from him because he hates that feeling? i feel like it’d be really interesting since the guy has no experience with a relationship before LOL

Aw, thanks for reading with me! Such kind words -- I’m so thrilled that you’ve been enjoying these worlds, and the love you have for Matchmaker!! We still have one more final drabble to go (haven’t finished yet, but it’ll be called The Apartment!), but as for Matchmaker Jungkook, here’s a little, angsty-fluffy drabble about that very situation...

Jungkook is Jealous

It’s undeniable that the spotlight has always been a fawning friend to the Jungkooks of the world, but he finds there’s nothing quite like the shine that comes with having you on his arm.

Even if the only reason you’re on his arm is because you’re desperately trying to avoid prolonged eye contact or shared air with the mass of people churning around you in this non-air conditioned jewelry store.

“It’s been hours.”

“It’s been forty-five minutes.”

“If I had a watch, I could easily check to see if you’re right,” you complain to his neck. “Ugh. This is why I hate holidays. Too many people off from work. Too many people, just, out, and, like, in my way.”

Jungkook’s smile grows bigger as he hugs you tighter, protectively scanning the woman with the giant tote squeezing by on your left, and the single-file family of six rushing past on your right.

“All the anti-capitalist spiels that you and Yoongi, and now Namjoon, make us suffer through at every family dinner, and this is the real reason why you hate holidays?” He tilts his head, his chin bouncing off the top of your skull. “And shouldn’t you like holidays? Because the proletariat gets a chance to take a break?”

“I shouldn’t have sent you those Vox videos.”

“If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t know what the fuck you and Yoongi and Namjoon are on about all the time!”

When he scoffs, you feel his breath flow through your eyebrows.

“Makes sense, though. Given that you secretly hate people.”

“I do hate people,” you wince, as the last child in the family of six elbows your thigh on his way out of the store.

Jungkook scoffs again as your angry, sweaty fist grips the bag containing your newly-repaired watch.

“So odd.”

“What, my discomfort?”

He shoots you a naughty smirk, and, in spite of yourself, your head fills with the bite marks and bruises that Jungkook has given you.

“Maybe I can make you feel a little discomfort when we get home.”

When he speaks, he leans in, his voice low and tantalizing.

“Glad my discomfort amuses you.”

When you respond, your voice has a bit of an edge.

Not a naughty one.

An annoyed one.

Which surprises even you.

Jungkook frowns. “It doesn’t. I just meant, like, your contradictions.”

“My what?”

“You know. A psychologist who hates people. An anti-capitalist who runs her own business. A business that matches people, at that.”

“Yeah, and if it weren’t for me, you’d be anything but a contradiction, still playing out the same tired trope of a himbo that you really are, right?” you prod.

By now, you’re definitely hangry.

And by now, Jungkook has learned to read your moods.

His eyes soften a little. And when they do, so do yours.

“Sorry,” you say quickly, even though you don’t mean it just yet. “I think I’m tired, and annoyed, and hungry, and I’m feeling called out.”

But Jungkook doesn’t really hear you. He doesn’t need the apology. He’s already looking past the moment. Past you, in fact. His eyes have landed on the bright yellow sign for the pretzel shop that has just set out a cup of cinnamon-covered bites.

He meets your eyes again and raises his brows, and you chuckle as he scampers off to get you a cup of your own.

As you watch him bounce in line, move forward, and ask the cashier to pull one of the cups that seems to have some extra pretzel bites in it, you wonder. Will you ever get used to this, having someone in your life who isn’t Yoongi or Jin coming to your conclusions before you do? Someone who doesn’t need apologies? Did you ever think such a person existed? Or that this person would be someone who could have anyone else? That this person is one of the Jungkooks of the world?

“How long have you been waiting?”

You whirl around at the question, momentarily unsure of what exactly it’s asking.

The stranger who asked it happens to be a man who is smiling and pointing to your bag.

“Oh,” you say, realizing that he isn’t asking about your existential revelations about letting people into your life, and giving him the answer that he’s actually looking for. “About forty-five minutes, I guess.”

“Crazy,” he says, eyes roving around the clumps of crowds. “I’ve been waiting to pick up my mother’s broken necklace for twenty minutes now. This is why I don’t go out.”

You nod. “No kidding.”

His eyes meet yours, and you notice something. You don’t recognize this person. Not his face, which is kind and handsome. Not his voice, which is airy, but pleasant. But his look.

It’s the same hungry look that Jungkook has given you, oftentimes in those moments of “discomfort”.

“I wouldn’t mind taking you out sometime, though,” he says.

This is exactly the kind of statement that you would encourage your clients to make on their dates. It’s inviting. Direct, but not too forward. Centered on the self, which takes some pressure off of the other person to respond immediately with a yes or no.

This is exactly the kind of statement that you’d tell others to make.

But this is exactly the kind of statement that short-circuits your brain.

When that statement comes to you, you never know if people are serious. You never trust the people who say it. You’re convinced that people are just using you as some kind of means to an end. You’re not sure if you like thinking about what that “end” is. And you’re never sure how to respond.

For better or worse, this time, you don’t have to.

You feel the inside of Jungkook’s elbow hook rather uncomfortably around the back of your neck, making you lurch forward a bit.

“Hey!” Jungkook says.

When he speaks, his words are laced with a sparkling danger that makes you feel a different kind of uncomfortable.

“What do we have here?” he goes on.

“Oh,” the stranger replies, “I, uh, I was just—”

“Just asking my girlfriend out on a date?” Jungkook asks.

“Well,” the stranger laughs, “yes, technically, but I didn’t know that—”

You feel Jungkook tighten his arm around the back of your neck.

“That your hair is thinning a bit on the sides? That your shirt is a size too small and has what seems to be a soy sauce stain on your left shoulder seam? That your cargo shorts are out of style, or that your socks don’t match?” Jungkook asks, literally sizing him up from head to toe.

The stranger clears his throat. “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, OK?”

“OK, well, now you know.”

Jungkook looks over his shoulder at a men’s apparel store.

“I’d start there.”

The stranger clicks his teeth and walks away in the opposite direction, muttering a clearly audible, “Asshole.”

Once the stranger passes the pretzel shop, you wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s hold.

By now, you’ve learned Jungkook’s moods, too.

“My big, strong man!” you tease, plucking a cinnamon pretzel bite out of the cup that Jungkook is gripping in his own sweaty, angry fist. “Protecting his girl! Reclaiming his turf! Big, strong, sexy, stylish, sock-matching man!”

“Stop.”

“With his head full of sexy, manly hair!” you say through your braggadocious, open-mouthed chews.

A grin cracks through Jungkook’s pout. “OK.”

“So much hair!”

“I said oh-KAY!”

“So virile!”

Jungkook laughs, and when you run your hand through his virility-signaling hair, you get some sugar in his strands.

“Remember when you called Yoongi ‘Thumbelina’? And then ‘Tinkerbell’? And then ‘Kinkerbell’? That still bothers him.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Jungkook insists, even though he doesn’t mean it yet, either.

“Then what was it like?” you ask.

Jungkook shrugs.

“I just…”

The pretzel bites shift in their cup as his shoulders slump.

“I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Maybe you don’t need the apologies. But one of the many things you’ve shown Jungkook is that it’s good to share them anyway.

“So I’m sorry, too,” Jungkook says. “I could have phrased that better. I didn’t mean ‘odd’ like ‘weird’. I meant ‘odd’ like… rare.”

He smiles.

“I’ve never met anyone like you. So I go a little crazy when I get anywhere near the thought that you might not be in my life.”

You see that hungry look in his eyes, and you feel what you didn’t feel with that stranger — the sensation of your heart filling with fond, nearly uncontainable excitement.

And the dizzying knowledge that his heart is doing the same exact thing.

You step into him and place a hand on his chest. As you do, he lets out a deep breath, slumping further into you.

“We’re good, Jungkook,” you say earnestly. “Really good. So with these small things, let’s… feel the feeling, and then… let it go, you know?”

He nods. Relieved. Re-energized. “Yeah.”

And then he narrows his eyes.

“Though, how can someone who is so anti-capitalist run their own business?”

You follow his lead, turning and ambling toward the mall exit.

“I have exactly three counterpoints,” you say, picking out another cinnamon-covered pretzel and chomping into it. “One is that we’re not necessarily anti-capitalist, especially given Jin’s last drunken partner lunch.”

“He really ended up with a tattoo?”

“Yes, close to his ribs, and he’s way too excited to show you all at next family dinner. Now, the second,” you barrel through, “is that we don’t employ anyone else except ourselves, so we’re not forcing anyone to exchange labor for, and the third is that we technically do donate our services and a percentage of our profits to academic research that continues to elucidate foundational elements within the unknown world of compatibility versus true romance, and if it weren’t for our WAP coefficient we would never have—”

Jungkook’s lips mash into yours so hard that when he comes away from your sloppy, heated kiss, nearly all of the cinnamon from your pretzel bites have been transferred to him.

Shocked, you laugh brightly as he licks his lips and presses another kiss onto your cheek.

“What was that for?” Your eyes squinch together. “Reestablishing your turf?”

He laughs as he lets his arm hang around your waist as you walk.

“Nah, I just really, really like it when you show off your sexy brain. It makes me feel discomfort in the front of my very stylish pants.”

When he speaks, his voice is dripping with cinnamon and sugar.

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#asks #your asks #bts fanfiction #bts drabbles #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #feeling very fluffy jungkook this month wtf #awww i loved this!!!#thank you for the ask and sorry i sat on it a while #matchmaker #☺️

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dreadfutures · 1 year

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because I wanna send you poetry. for dirthamen, maybe "Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves." by Mary Oliver

For @dadrunkwriting and as I stare at this photoset and listen to this song:

Pairing: Ixchel Lavellan x Dirthamen (Elvhenan time travel au, #sunbird)

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Ixchel has lost track of the hours since she settled deep in the stacks of memories for her studies. As long as she is in a studious mood, the sunlight through the windows in Dirthamen's library remains bright and gauzy; peaceful and warm, but awake, it is the ideal condition to let the Elvhen language wrap around her and sink deep into her mind.

Moreso than any actual information the words impart, Ixchel is starting to get a picture of the roads Dirthamen must have traveled to gain this collection. There are lifetimes of history, divergent and conflicting, contained in these memories. There are the most mundane events viewed from every possible angle, in every possible light. There are exceedingly dry, distant accounts of weather, told secondhand. There are vivid flashes of intense sensation that last only the briefest span of attention.

She has been trying to figure out what connects them--all of them--and the only thing she has settled on so far is people.

Dirthamen, the lonely lord in his empty estate at the edge of the Waking World, his eyes half-lidded with the Dreaming, has a vast collection of lives in his private library.

In many of them, he is at the periphery, an observer of those doing the observing; he is the recipient of these gifts, given freely and out of gratitude. Even the ones stepped in grief are entrusted to his care knowingly.

Ixchel reaches the end of one such account and opens her eyes once more to find a shadow leaning against the shelves down the row from her. The golden sunlight filters in around him, catching in his curls and the soft, almost satiny mass of his raven cloak.

She rises swiftly. "I apologize, I did not see--"

"I did not want to interrupt," Dirthamen says gently, without moving. "Have you enjoyed your lessons today, vun'ean?"

"Yes," she says, unable to hide her smile at the thought of all she has witnessed today in her perusal. "I have more questions now."

"Oh?" Dirthamen chuckles. "Where will we seek answers this time?"

She begins to close the distance between them.

"In our last quest, it was to the depths of the ocean," he recalls. "Perhaps you will goad me into moving the stars for you, next?"

Ixchel shakes her head. "No, it will not be so far," she teases. "The questions are vast... But..."

She raises her marked hand to point at him, into him. Now that she is closer, she can see that his chest is bare beneath the cloak that rests haphazardly around his shoulders. The rest of him is in shadow, but the knowledge of what she does not see--yet--tantalizes her.

"...The answers are here," she says.

Dirthamen raises his chin. "That does not mean I will not make you quest for them," he replies with a smirk. "Especially if they are precious."

She stands directly before him now, but she does not look down to see the rest of the state of his dress (or undress). She laces her hands behind her back and tilts her chin up to try and meet his golden eyes.

His breath streams across her face as he smiles and sighs, fondness leaking out of him and embracing her. She is pleased at this lack of pretense, the transparency of his affection, in this new stage of their relationship.

She takes one more dawdling step closer.

"What is more precious than these?" she asks, gesturing briefly with a tilt of her head at the books around them. "Of all the memories of all the moments, ever, these are in your home. And I will read them all. So...what is more precious than them, for me to know, of you?"

Her question unbalances him, but it is not uncertainty or discomfort that fills his face. Rather there is an intoxicated dizziness in his eyes as the air grows charged between them.

She would purr, and is sorely tempted to brush up against him, so happy is she to have flattered him.

"I want to know you," she says slyly. She edges closer, but he lifts his chin a little more--just enough to keep her lips from brushing his skin.

She does not miss how his throat bobs as he swallows.

"Very well," he says through a hidden smile. "You will have all the knowledge you seek, in time."

His voice dips to a precious hum.

"But what happens when your curiosity is sated?"

She gasps mockingly, shocked that he would even make the suggestion.

Dirthamen's golden eyes peer down at her, glimmering beneath lashes gilded with fading sunlight.

"For all that I have gathered, knowledge has entertained me," he says, "and it has shaped me...and it has failed me. Something in me still starves. But will it be enough for you, vun'ean?"

Ixchel stands on her toes, her nose brushing his chin. "I hope not. I want to learn all my life, new things, with you."

A deep, steadying breath fills Dirthamen's lungs, and he closes his eyes. She trails her lips down the edge of his jaw and slowly lays her arms over his shoulders, slow enough that he might draw away if he wishes to continue this aloof act of his. But he does not, and her hands come to rest in the mass of dark curls warmed at the back of his neck.

"I want that too," he breathes.

#da drunk writing circle #sunbird #dirthamen x lavellan #elvhenan au

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voraciousvore · 5 months

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The Half-Blood Giant (7/51)

***Contains violence, gore, and vore***

Chapter 7: Distrust and Distress

Chester and Jackie understood they had reached a point of no return. Once Hunter had the first tantalizing bits of the truth, his questions never ended. He was persistent in his quest for knowledge. Jackie was skilled at talking in circles, saying a lot while explaining nothing, which made Hunter frustrated. She sought to gradually drop small pieces of information to acclimate Hunter to the world, rather than tell him everything at once. While Chester disagreed with Jackie’s parenting approach, he followed her lead and remained reticent. When Hunter pestered him with questions, Chester would sometimes use his superior mass to shut him down, refusing to answer and sending him away, but this strategy did not help in the long term. Their son grew angry and bitter.

Hunter tried to convince his father to let him leave the house. Chester flatly refused. Hunter rationalized that he could go with his father on errands. Chester rejected him again. Hunter demanded an explanation. Chester figured it was time, sensing that his son would no longer listen, so he took him aside and explained to him the truth. Hunter smelled like a human. Giants larger than him would not hesitate to try to capture and eat him. Hunter countered that none of the giants he met wanted to eat him, and Chester explained that no giant wanted to eat a relative of their own flesh and blood. Strangers were quite a different matter. He sent Hunter away to his room and left the house.

Hunter didn’t believe his father. The truth had been obscured from him for so long, that he felt he couldn’t believe anything his parents told him. His concerned parents noticed these unwelcome changes in their son. He was no longer the happy, carefree child they knew and loved. He became more reserved, more sullen, more secretive. He practiced his magic in his room. He lifted weights and bulked up his body, in the hope that his efforts would help him grow larger. With his parents not giving him the answers he sought, he retreated into Chester’s books, absorbing all the information he could. He tried to manifest portals, but he was unable to harness his lightning magic effectively.

His attitude worsened when he hit puberty. He had always been wild and headstrong, but now he was a temperamental and rebellious teenager. He shot up in height again, to where he was approaching a normal height for a giant his age. He dismissed his tiny mother as irrelevant; she no longer had any control over him. Chester was stressed and frustrated, dealing with his son and his lack of respect for his mother. Chester had increasing difficulty controlling his urges around Jackie, as he grappled with his own emotional difficulties. His son’s situation, with such a dismal future, weighed heavily on him. Additionally, he was embarrassed to eat Jackie in front of his son, especially when Hunter had found out his secret and looked at him with such disgust. He decided to start attending his “Maneaters Anonymous” meetings again, since they helped him control his cravings and regulate his feelings. Jackie agreed he would benefit, though she was nervous about being left alone at home with Hunter. Since he was almost at full giant size now, she was helpless around him if he refused to obey her.

Jackie’s fears would soon morph into reality. One day, Chester left for one of his meetings. Jackie was sitting on the couch, relaxing as she recovered her lightning magic. Hunter was restless and in a sour mood. Ignoring his mother, he walked over to the front door and stood in front of it, thinking. He reached for the doorknob.

“Hunter, what are you doing?” Jackie asked sharply.

“I’m going out, Mom,” he replied curtly.

Jackie sat up. “Like hell you are! You know you can’t do that! Come here.”

Hunter didn’t move for a moment. He stood with his back to her, bristling. Seething with rage. He turned his head and gave his mom a glare that curdled her blood. He slowly turned all the way around and strode toward her, flexing his fingers with barely restrained wrath. Jackie was reminded how large he had grown, with him looming over her. He cupped his hands around her and lifted her up to his face.

“Or else what?” he said quietly, dripping with hatred. Strands of blue electricity arched along the tips of his fingers, crackling with sparks. Jackie clammed up. She was suddenly very afraid, to be threatened in her own home, by her own gigantic son. She was rendered speechless by this unexpected development. He was deathly serious.

“That’s what I thought,” he continued, curling his lip with disdain. He set Jackie on the floor and stood over her for a moment, just to ensure she absorbed his point. He intended for her to feel insignificant and useless compared to him; he had all the power, with his intimidating size. He nudged her with the toe of his boot before turning away and returning to the front door. He opened it, squinting in the harsh white brightness of the sunlight, before leaving and slamming the door behind him.

Jackie was stunned and frightened enough that she couldn’t bring herself to move until he was gone. “W-wait!” she called after him. She ran the long distance over to the door and squeezed underneath. She ran after him, though she realized how futile it was to chase him when a single step of his was probably equivalent to a hundred of hers. She couldn’t keep up, but she chased after him nevertheless.

Hunter breathed in the fresh air with delight and soaked up the sunshine. He started to hike down the dirt path through the trees, a path he had never been allowed to traverse before. He heard Jackie calling out to him, but ignored her. She sounded desperate, but he didn’t care. Her voice faded the farther he walked, until he could no longer hear her. He ran his hands over the bark and leaves of the trees, appreciating their distinct textures. He crouched down to examine the wildflowers, plucked a bright purple one, and smelled the light fragrance. He twirled the flower in his fingers for a while as he ambled along before tossing it away.

The natural beauty of the landscape took his breath away; he couldn’t believe his parents had denied him this joy for so long. His heart felt lighter than it had in years. He finally felt free of his terrible burden. He no longer cared about what consequences he may face when he returned home. He considered even running away and not going home ever again. The path splintered, and Hunter chose which direction he desired to go.

As Hunter continued deeper into the woods, he could no longer see his old home. He picked up an unfamiliar scent from far away. He walked along the path and the scent grew stronger. Hunter perceived it was the scent of a stranger, a giant male, growing closer at an alarming rate. Whoever this giant was, he was approaching him in a hurry. Hunter felt a sense of foreboding. He almost stopped and turned around, but he chided himself for his cowardice and continued onward. He wasn’t a pathetic little speck like his mother: He could handle himself.

The path Hunter was following branched off again. Hunter spied a brick homestead off in the distance and avoided it. The musky scent waxed in potency until it was right in front of him. Hunter stopped, the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickling with unease. An unknown giant emerged from the trees, sniffing the air intently. He spotted Hunter and hesitated, sampling the air again through his nose.

“Hey, you!” he shouted gruffly, striding towards Hunter. “Have you seen a human around here?” The man was huge, not as tall as Hunter’s grandfather but definitely taller than Chester. He had long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, a gaunt face with high cheekbones, and blue eyes as cold as ice. His wiry frame was dressed in all black, with big black boots on his feet.

“No?” Hunter responded with uncertainty. He shrank away from the man, who was coming at him so aggressively. The man sniffed again, giving Hunter a frigid stare that chilled him to the bone. Hunter took a step back, but the giant surged forward and seized his shoulder. The stranger was tall enough that he had to bend down to grab him. Hunter tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his hand was shockingly strong. The giant smelled him.

“You’re... human?” he questioned incredulously.

“Of—of course not!” Hunter lied. “Do I look human to you?” He jerked his shoulder, but the giant’s hand was like a vice. The man’s face twisted into a grotesque leer that made Hunter freeze. There was a twisted sadism in that gaze that filled Hunter with disquiet.

“Perhaps not. But you smell like one. Let’s see if you TASTE like one!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Hunter yelped and struggled but the bigger man easily knocked him to the ground and pinned him with his superior weight. Hunter tried to summon a lightning bolt, his fingers sparking with blue lightning, but he couldn’t harness his magic. He had threatened his mom earlier, but it had been a bluff: Truthfully, despite practice, he wasn’t capable of using the lightning magic effectively. His physical strength was not enough to defend him from the other giant.

Hunter screamed helplessly as the giant pried his smaller arm up and splayed out his fingers in an iron grip. He brought the knife up to Hunter’s pinky finger and sliced into it. Hunter cried out in pain as he felt warm blood run down his arm. The knife reached the bone and began to saw into it. The giant, impatient, grabbed Hunter’s finger and wrenched it at a sideways angle, snapping the bone. Hunter let out a fresh scream and thrashed, but he was trapped under the weight of the bigger man. The giant tore through the remaining flesh and skin attaching the finger to his hand until the pinky was severed.

The giant popped the finger in his mouth and tasted it, masticating with crunchy squelches as sanguine droplets ran down his chin. “Hm. Not bad.” Hunter was sobbing. The man flashed him a vicious smile, his teeth soaked with blood. “You are human! Unbelievable!” He leaned forward, pressing his weight onto Hunter’s chest. “Too bad I can’t swallow you whole and feel you squirm. That’s my favorite part. But I wouldn’t mind chopping you up into bits and devouring you, bite by bite, tasting that vibrant blood...” He licked his lips, leaving a red stain.

He readied his knife again, about to slice off another chunk of flesh, perhaps from a more tender spot, when he halted. His nose twitched. He inhaled deeply and a dreamy look passed over his face as he recognized the scent. “Oh...” He looked down at Hunter, who was barely coherent with pain. “I see you’re not alone.” Hunter was in too much pain to comprehend what he meant at first. The giant released him, standing back up to his full height before striding off. Hunter whimpered and curled up on the ground, gripping his wounded hand. His entire world was pain now; he couldn’t focus on anything else.

Jackie was winded, but she kept running. She needed to catch up to Hunter before somebody else did and convince him to return. She had long since lost sight of him, but his massive boots left prints in the soft soil so she hadn’t lost the trail. She followed his tracks, hopping in and out of the bootprints as she went. As she scurried along, the ground began to shake with the familiar cadence of giant footsteps.

“Oh, thank goodness, he’s coming back,” Jackie murmured to herself. “Hunter!” she called, partially out of breath from all the exercise. “Hunt-” Her voice died in her throat and her blood turned to ice in her veins. It wasn’t Hunter. A massive giant, dressed in black like a shadow, appeared on the horizon. She recognized him from her worst nightmares, a visage she couldn’t scrub from her memory if she tried. She squeaked with terror and jumped into the tall grass nearby, hoping he didn’t see or hear her. She frantically cast a spell to hide her scent, but she feared it was too late. Her scent trail would lead right to her.

The blond giant clomped over to Jackie’s hiding place and paused, sniffing the air. Jackie dared not move or even breathe. She held perfectly still, pretending she was nothing more than a stone in the dirt. The giant crouched down, towering over her, snuffling like a bloodhound. Jackie was horrified to see blood dripping from his lips and fingers. She hoped desperately it wasn’t Hunter’s blood. Suddenly, quick as a flash, his hand bolted down and snatched her. Jackie shrieked.

“Gotcha!” he growled, raising her up to his face. “Finally! Do you know how long I’ve stalked you, waiting for you to let your guard down? To be out and about without your stupid protector?” He sniggered. “If you put your hopes in that dumb kid up the road to protect you, you’ve got another thing coming!”

At the mention of her son, Jackie’s eyes flashed hot. “Don’t you dare touch him!” she yelled. The giant simply laughed, opened his mouth wide, and threw Jackie inside. His teeth slammed shut around her. Jackie didn’t wait to be swallowed; she drew up every ounce of her lightning magic she had and summoned a bolt of lightning hot enough to make the air sizzle. The giant’s mouth lit up blue with electricity and he let out a strangled scream, dropping to the ground. Jackie toppled out of his mouth and landed on a soft patch of wildflowers, barely avoiding his chattering teeth. She sprinted in the direction of her son. The giant was paralyzed by her lightning and unable to give chase.

“Hunter!” Jackie cried. “Hunter!” Fortunately, Hunter had regained his wits and healed himself with his blood magic. Gripping his hand, now with a stump in place of his pinky, he hurried back to find his mother. He was relieved to see her unharmed and out of the clutches of the evil giant.

“Mom!” he bellowed, grabbing her up in his hand. Her body was wet with saliva. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jackie answered. She collapsed in Hunter’s palm, thoroughly exhausted. “What about you?”

“I’m good,” Hunter muttered, hiding his scarlet-spattered hand with the severed finger. He didn’t want his mom to see he was injured.

“Don’t you ever run off like that again!” Jackie scolded. She struggled to keep her eyes open and went limp in Hunter’s hand. She was drained. Hunter realized he needed to take his mom home, since she was no longer in any condition to protect herself. As he traversed the path back, he came across the evil giant huddled up on the ground, still stunned and charred from the lightning bolt. He could smell the rank odor of burning skin and hair, along with a wisp of smoke, as he passed.

Hunter felt a mess of violent emotions he could hardly process. He was scared—not just for himself, but for his mother. He felt terrible guilt as he realized she could have died because of his rash disobedience. He lamented not believing his father. He hated the evil giant who had chopped off his finger. He hated himself.

Above all, his heart bled with resentment. He now understood his place in the world all too well. He wasn’t a giant, nor was he a human. He was about as big as a giant now, but his inferior human blood still tainted him. He looked down at his unconscious mother with bitterness. He resented the human blood running in his veins. He wished he’d never been born like this. He finally understood. He now understood why his parents had kept him in the dark for so long. And he hated everything: his mother, his father, humans, giants, the world, himself. He wanted to tear it all down.

Chapter 8

Chapter 1

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