#prey at the altar

[mokadevs]

🐑 Prey at the Altar 🐑

You are the lamb. Prepare yourself for sacrifice. A short RPGMaker Horror game about cults and the gods that love them by versegm & mokadevs.

Download on itch!

A game including:

Preparing yourself for your sacrifice.

Or not. Or messing it up on purpose.

3 Endings, with 2 'True' Variants

20 - 40 minutes of gameplay

In-depth discussions on the practicality of sleeping on pews.

#indie games #indie dev #rpgmaker #prey at the altar #go follow verse yayyyy #collapses. we made a game #made for the horror indie game jam #moka devs

[fatedtime]

The results of the Mermay Request Stream! Thanks everybody for coming; it was a blast to draw merms for people. :)

(tagging requesters: @coffeecakecatt @kairi-nanami @hellsvestibule @versegm / @mokadevs )

#let me know if you don't wanna be tagged or anything #enya #is a mudskipper #astolfo #was inspired by a ribbon eel #kafka #is a betta fish #garnet #isn't based on anything i just drew her to test out brushes LOL #agneau #is a blacktail damselfish! #mermay #mermaids #request art #bediart #artists on tumblr #prey at the altar #yaaaay i posted on social media like a good streamer

[versegm]

Thank you for 1000 downloads of Prey at the Altar! Please enjoy Shepherd Abe's big naturals (unfortunately not part of the base game, but hey. If enough of you play it, maybe I can convince the dev to include that specific sprite.)

#prey at the altar

[characteroulette]

So Prey at the Altar, huh?

#Welcome to Momo draws #Prey at the Altar #tw blood #cw blood #kinda??? #the Fourth Agneau #the Hound #technically #this is unnecessarily huge for no reason

[gamingsugoi]

Prey at the Altar Gameplay Full Game PC

Prey at the Altar By mokadevs, versegm walkthrough part 1 and until the ending will include the full gameplay on PC. This video is recorded in 1080p 60FPS on PC. You can complete this game easy. I will show you how to play, watch and learn. If you enjoyed the video, please visit my youtube channel and leave a like and subscribe. It really means a lot!

#Prey at the Altar #rpgmaker #Youtube

[thepolishlynx]

Prey at the Altar - Sacrifice for an ancient God

#youtube #Prey at the Altar #mokadevs #Visual Novel #RPG #Horror #Anime #Indie #Indie game #Indie dev #Indie developer #Indie Horror #Indie RPG #Indie Visual Novel

[maxisthewierdo]

GASDGJAHSGHDSKAG HOLY SHIT THIS GAME

GO PLAY IT NOW (spoilers for true ends under cut)

PLAY

PLAY

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NOW

I JUST. JUST WOW. THE SACRIFICE. THE FACT THAT THE HOUND ATE AGNEAUS GENDER. THE FACT THAT AGNEAU ISNT THE FIRST, OR THE SECOND, OR EVEN THE THIRD. THEY KEEP DOING THIS OVER AND OVER AND FAILING. THE HOUND 100% HAS A CRUSH ON THIS AGNEAU THOUGH. THE FACT SHE MURDERS ALL THE CULTIST WHEN THEY KILL AGNEAU IN TRUE WHITE SHEEP, AND REVIVES AGNEAU DURING THE TRUE BLACK SHEEP ENDING- ITS. AMAZING. AHGSLJAHDSGJH

#Prey at the Altar

[blackvahana]

Watching a thing on a datura trip. If I were still in my otherkin days I'd put the label kin on it. Which. You know. is a sign that that aspect is now rising again. It's always a part of me, but specifically it manifests as venom annnndddd

I'm very much considering attempting to milk and bottle it. Literally my main issues with that are one that's solveable (is it preservable? How well does it preserve? How do I preserve it?) and one that's slightly repulsive (ugh. do I trust anyone that would want to drink My Fluids enough to let them do that) but also... I think I need to be a little less prude and stop assigning the label of sex to things that aren't sex. There's a difference between having sex involving doing shit like that and. being a spirit that produces weird shit and giving it to someone else to use

Actually, last issue. Last time someone tripped/journeyed off this it was explicitly done through breast milk. Woohoo psychedelic breast milk! Not woohoo that I'm slightly.... finally free to be an intersex nonbinary guy with my dick because I finally feel like I'm in a natural humanoid body (for me) in Vahana form and uh. hmm. I never ever fucking thought that I would have the natural instinct of "I actually feel like there's a huge gash in my crotch and someone just stole my dick - wait what this is. this is genitals and not a lack thereof??" but here we are

However... Lev wants me eventually acting as a High Priest here. This physical body has huge ass tits. That provides an excellent bridge between aspects that could convince me to take this physical body's form for long enough to act as A Priest Of The Hallucinated Forest and. get. milk

Which. leaves me with the fascinating task of learning to preserve that.

To be honest though, and not to be crude as fuck but sexuality is a not even Oo Sexy Titillating Topic for me I'm a fertility spirit. I already have a goddamn heavy connection we'll say to fertile fluids in other fucking ways and so maybe I don't need to drag myself through the - I hate that there are, given who I am, actually people who would pay money for this

#The conflict of no one who would pay money for this deserves it and no one who wouldn't pay would be any less than disgusted by jt #This is a joke. I would pay for it! But in the way I'm demisexual I'd just think this was a rad AF thing and honestly if I worked w a #spirit who produced that I'd have it bottled on my fucking altar like???? #So I am jokingly judgemental. You cannot produce a product and be any less than on board with your customers desire to have it #Also. I really could just go a non disgusting route with this. I could just manifest a snake form and bite into one of those cups #or something. but. alas #Oh. There's another problem: from the single experience I've had with it? No. Both? It was potent. I do not know if it can be lethal #because... it. I use it to kill. I put prey into journeying hallucinogenic bliss before consuming/dissolving them. I'm not sure if this is #à product of a three step process of Attack Lull Kill or of three different aspects of Hunger Journeying Destruction #Hmm. Well. Hmm. #astral diary // #aspect: sacred plant // #aspect: hypnagogic horror // #Because watching that datura video I'm like. Ohhhhhhhh yall are. linked.

[tvslashers]

i am always drawn to selenite. it just feels like it fits me so well. it’s strange to say since it’s such a plain stone. i guess the other thing would be moonstone which is what my engagement ring has.

#crystals with a sort of angelic feeling to them #also on the other hand like very very dark ones like obsidian and onyx #but the most important thing to me when setting up any altar or anything is balance #like on our home altar there is sun and moon. predator and prey animal figurines. dark and light. etc

[hollideon]

getting them to call you god during sex is so fucking good like, how vulnerable and devoted and eager and enthralled and entirely at your mercy they are, you might as well be their own personal god. worship at your divine predator's altar, devout prey.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hi, hello, Swiss being accidentally summoned at the same time as Cumulus and Cirrus. Swiss who didn't have a pack or mate in the pit. Swiss who trailed after the ghoulettes instead, not quite part of their pair as he kept his distance, but always somewhere not too far off. Swiss who tagged along during their hunts so that they may go after a bigger prey. Swiss who kept watch when the ghoulettes slept curled around eachother, standing tall a few feet away. Swiss who didn't want to impose his presence to such a close-knitted duo, not knowing that the ghoulettes were totally enamored with this lovely grinning ghoul who seemed to have taken upon himself to keep them safe. Swiss who only ever let the ghoulettes return the favor when he was in especially bad shape, too weak to protest. Swiss who clawed his way out of the pit right behind them, using the magic pulling at his air element, ableit more weakly than it did for the two air ghoulettes, because he couldn't phantom losing this semblance of a bond he had built with them. Swiss who thought about giving up halfway, the effort being far more exhausting and painful for a ghoul not directly targeted by the summoning. Swiss who was about to let go until Cumulus looked back, chirping at him encouragingly. Swiss who was halfway through the portal in the altar when it started closing off, stone becoming solid once more and threatening to crush him, only for the ghoulettes to each grab one of his arms and yank him out. Swiss who clung to them like a lifeline for a long moment, shaking with adrenaline and unsteady on his legs, wholly uncaring of the eyes on him and curious whispers filling the previous silence. Swiss who hid his face in Cirrus' shoulder as she and Cumulus hissed and craddled him between them protectively, making it clear that if they were to stay, so was Swiss. Swiss who in this moment, finally, finally let himself accept their affection. Swiss who to this day, even with a whole pack that loves and cherishes him, sometimes wakes up to a feeling of loneliness that only recedes once he's tucked in bed between Cirrus and Cumulus, purring as they hold their sweet boy.

#swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

[chaos-bites]

💐 Subtle Freyja Worship 💕

Honor passed ancestors/loved ones; learn about your family history

Keep a self-care/self-love journal

Show yourself the same kindness you give to others

Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Wear perfumes/colognes that remind you of her

Have a stuffed animal boar, cat, or falcon/bird of prey

Practice standing up for yourself and others; stand up for what you believe in

Have imagery of love, wings, or cats around

If you have a cat (or any pet), play with them

Assert your personal boundaries; learn what your boundaries are

Volunteer at an animal shelter, especially a cat shelter

Drink herbal tea, and add honey to it; drink something comforting

Feed neighborhood cats or birds (or dogs)

Support women's rights or SA survivor organizations

Practice discreet witchcraft or learn non-obvious divination methods (cartomancy, pyromancy, carromancy, etc.)

Express yourself in little ways, if you can't be open; a bracelet to represent your gender, pride flag colored shoelaces, etc.

Take a self-care/self-love bath, especially with flower petals (ensure they're safe first!!!)

Buy a bouquet of flowers, for yourself or a loved one

If you have a partner, do something nice or romantic for them; a date somewhere they like, surprise gifts, spending time with them, etc.

Give compliments to strangers; give compliments to yourself

Practice self-acceptance

Make a list of positive traits you have as well as points of pride

Take a hike/walk out in nature

Try to see the beauty in the world around you; notice the beauty in the little things

Spend time with your loved ones

Cook a good meal for yourself or loved ones

Take care of yourself physically and emotionally

Start a skin/body care routine

Start a flower garden; tend to plants

Eat your favorite candy

Be gentle with yourself when you're having a difficult time

Meditate to the sounds of nature or flowing water; be comfortable with your own presence

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May add more later on! This is my list of discreet ways to worship Freyja. Take care, everyone, and I hope this helps! 🩷

Link to my Subtle Worship Master list

#norse paganism #norse pagan #norse deities #paganblr #pagan tips #freyja deity #freyja worship #norse heathenry #deity worship

[allsebaciel]

I will die before I shut up about religion in Sebaciel.

Ciel who lost favor of the divine because damage done onto him had heavenly angels close their eyes and turn their heads away. Sebastian who picked up the pieces and drenched the cold-eyed statues in blood. Ciel who is too impure to belong among high heavens and who violently rejects God. Sebastian whose very existence is a disgrace to God; and who disregards the divine. Ciel who knows too little of the devil to worship him but who gets entangled into a web of demonic vices. Sebastian who falls on his knees before this sweet, wicked boy.

Ciel who has a demon worship the ground he walks on. Sebastian who will remain his domini canis as long as Ciel plays his part. Ciel who becomes Sebastian's altar, lamb, and the knife he guts the boy with. Sebastian who feasts on Ciel's essence as a holy eucharist. Ciel who will live a prey or die a martyr. Sebastian who will murder him in a church. Ciel whose name is a litany. Sebastian who is the priest. Ciel who is the corrupted skies overtaken by pitch-black clouds.

#text #sebaciel #pro sebaciel #proship #pro proship #kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive

[phantomhivewooltailcoat]

Sometimes I think about how horrifying Ciel's eventual fate is.

Sebastian says his soul will "disappear". But how long does that take? What does that entail?

Is it instantaneous? Painless? Will the boy finally obtain peace as his very soul is destroyed in a demon's stomach?

Or is it a drawn out process - perhaps like a snake takes days to digest something, the demon might take days, weeks, years to finish with the boy. Maybe it's painful. Maybe it's even worse than hell. Maybe Ciel will spend every second in agony, feeling every bit of himself being slowly burned away until he regrets he didn't die on the altar table.

Maybe his twin is still in there. Maybe through tea parties and circuses and witches and cults, all the time an innocent ten year old was paying the price for a summoned demon he did not call for. Maybe when his brother, eventually, joins him he is unrecognizable. They are finally reunited, but neither is happy about it.

The demon often talks about how hungry it is, so hopefully it's prey doesn't suffer too long. But still, the image of a child suffering far more than he ever had in an already hard life sticks in one's mind. The child, used to giving orders, cries for the demon to let him back out.

The demon isn't listening.

#not sure if this is fic or meta or what #i only shitpost to forget about hiw tragic this story really is #kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #r!ciel

[noxturnalpascal]

Devotion 🖤 II. Predator or Prey? (Ch 4)

CultLeader!Joel x OFC!Reader

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

Visit the Series Masterlist for series warnings, cult info, timeline info, and HCs on ages. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions - is an OFC from Reader POV.

*This series is 18+ MDNI. I will not be listing individual chapter warnings as I don't want to spoil the plot of each chapter. Please see the series masterlist for entire series warnings to decide if this is for you.*

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

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II. Predator or Prey?

CH 4 (4.8k) The following Sunday everyone in town is gathered at the old church with the big white steeple for the weekly Valley meeting. After a midday interfaith service, the religious leader gives Joel the floor for his usual speech. As he always does, Joel begins by extolling the virtues of the community, speaking on their recent raiding successes, and then reviews the three tenants. 

We are stronger together. It’s important that everyone finds a place within The Valley that caters to their strengths, so we can depend on each other and serve one another. The predator versus the prey. You have to be one or the other and we choose to not be anyone’s prey. This community is held above any other and we must protect it at all costs. Create a path to the future. Everything we do here paves the way for us as a society to beat the fungus, to find a cure, and to return to the top of the food chain. 

The crowd listens, enraptured, nodding along and smiling as Joel holds them in the palm of his hand. He praises the men and women who patrol the perimeter of the community for their diligence and bravery. He thanks the farmers who live outside the town borders for their perseverance. Then he scans the crowd, looking for you, to silently acknowledge how grateful he is for your presence. But all he sees are the same eyes over and over again, looking at him with devotion and reverence. He usually sees you in the second row with the rest of the house, but you’re not there.

As his speech winds to a close and he heads back to his front-row seat, he realizes that you were in the crowd with the rest of his household. You were there in the second row the whole time, staring at him just like the rest of them do, with blind adoration, with expectation, with mindless loyalty. He’d felt a change on Thursday. After the meeting he’d touched you everywhere, gotten down on his knees for you, and worshiped at your altar. He’d felt something shift and now the wild look in your eyes is gone.

You’re completely devoted. You’re under his spell. You’re one of them.

One of us, he corrects himself. You’re one of us, just like he wanted you to be…. Right?

You watch Joel speaking at the meeting and it's as if his words have new meaning – like he’s speaking directly to you. You’ve never felt small or beautiful or feminine, but he makes you feel whole. He makes you feel strong. He makes you feel like a woman. You feel like you were supposed to be his, always. And it was always supposed to go like this, as if your whole life has led you to this moment. All of your failures have led you here, to him. 

The trepidation you felt when you first got here has completely disappeared and you know that you’ll give everything you have to Joel. You’ll give him all of you, your mind, body and soul, gladly. He can fill in all of the broken or missing pieces of you. Every bad thing that ever happened to you Joel can fix. He can heal the parts of you that weren’t good enough, that weren’t pretty enough, that weren’t smart enough. 

He can save you. 

As soon as the crowd begins to move out of the large room and amble towards the dining hall next door for dinner, he grabs your arm and pulls you roughly into a small supply closet. It smells of lemon and vinegar and is far too small for two people to move about comfortably. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that there is a crowd of people on the other side of the door or that he shouldn’t be asking you to do what he’s about to ask you to do.

The look in your eyes has gone to his head, he needs to see your supplication right now. He needs to witness your devotion, he needs to give you communion. He pushes you down onto your knees, undoes his pants, and offers himself to you. It’s your first time seeing the size of him and you look willing to comply, your eyes still dazed and glowing, still filled with trust in him. He watches as you take hold of him with one hand and begin to lick and kiss the head, slowly dragging your tongue up and down his shaft. 

Once you put him fully in your mouth he loses all patience, needing more immediately. He pushes your hand away and takes your head in a firm grip on either side, pausing as you look up at him. Your eyes are still glassy. He nods his head and you reciprocate, which he takes as permission to begin drawing himself in and out of your mouth, gently pushing your head forwards and backwards. 

Slowly, he passes back and forth over your lips, allowing you to adjust to him. This only lasts for a few thrusts before he begins to move faster, deeper. He matches the movements of his hips with his grip on the sides of your head, coordinating them to fuck your face in earnest. He hears your gurgles and sees tears beginning to run down your cheeks but you don’t push him away, so he doesn’t stop. He tells himself that you want this. You want this as much as he does.

You kneel beneath him, knees stinging on the hard floor, mouth full and struggling to breathe around him. You’re not sure where this is coming from, but it's obvious that he needs this right now, and what you want above all else is to give him what he needs, to be everything for him. You place your hands on his thighs to brace yourself and try your best to breathe through your nose, to be quiet and still and exactly what he needs you to be, even if this is painful and uncomfortable.

You wish the tears would stop streaming down your face. You’re afraid to even look up at him, worried that he’ll take one look at you and think you’re not enjoying it. What if he thinks you’re having a terrible time, what if he thinks you look awful, what if he thinks he’s hurting you? Maybe those things are kind of true, but still…. What if he stops? What would you do with yourself if he stopped? If he didn’t want you to do this anymore?

You finally look up and meet his eyes. You barely recognize him, his eyes black and his face hard. He doesn’t even meet your gaze, it’s like he’s staring right through you. His pace begins to falter and his hips start to stutter, and you hope it means he’s nearly done. You’re trying so hard to bear this, to not choke, to not cry, to ignore the stiffness in your jaw and the stinging in your knees, but you don’t know how much longer you can do it.

“Are you gonna swallow it?” he huffs out, voice strained. He pulls himself out of your throat until only the tip of him rests on your lips.

“I’ve never–” you swallow back a gag, “I’ve never done that before.”

“But you will, right?” he nods his head as he asks.

He nods, so you nod. And you will. You’ll do anything he asks of you. You don’t have time to wipe your face, which you’re sure must look a mess, before he puts his entire length back inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You can’t stop your body from heaving as he pushes in, and part of you wonders how he’s able to ignore it. He’s usually so in-tune with you.

He lasts less than a dozen more thrusts before his hips stutter to a halt as he starts to release his orgasm down your throat. You feel hot spurts hitting the back of your mouth and you’re awash with shame that it instantly makes you want to gag. He needs this, you tell yourself. You have to be good for him, you have to do a good job for him. You have to be everything he needs you to be.

He pulls himself back so his cock rests on your tongue as he continues to come, coating your mouth, and now you taste him for the first time. The salty bitterness covers your tongue and you’re begging yourself not to retch. He holds your head still, encouraging you to swallow him, even placing one hand over your throat and telling you don’t spit, and swallow it all, which you do with difficulty.

When you’ve swallowed every drop, he seems satisfied and lets go of your head, tucking himself back into his pants. Without warning he turns and walks out of the closet, leaving you to lurch forward since you were resting on him for support. You fall forward onto your hands, catching yourself before your face meets the ground, scraping your palms a bit on the dirty linoleum.

You stay there for a moment like that, on all fours, in a cleaning closet, alone. Down here it smells like musty mop heads and mildew. Down here. On your knees. For Joel. Days ago you were alone with him and he was the one on his knees, worshiping your body, treating you like a goddess. Today he used your mouth like a fuck toy. No, you can’t think like that. That’s not what Joel did, he would never do that. 

You run the last ten minutes through your mind a few times as you slowly get up and brush yourself off. He needed you. He could have anyone here but he chose you, out of everyone. No one ever did that before. No one ever chose you over anyone else. But Joel did. Joel needed you today and you were able to be there for him, and that’s what matters. 

Joel pushes his way through the crowd, not an ounce of shame or regret present. He smiles and shakes hands and gives hugs. Everyone in The Valley looks to him for answers, for guidance, for leadership. He’s the reason every single one of them is here and he’s responsible for them all. They are his flock and he is their shepherd. He gives so much of himself to be here, to do this. He deserves the adoration and the appreciation. He deserves you. He deserves your body, your mouth, your reverence.

He knows you’ve changed since you arrived, you’ve become more trusting, less wild. You’ve morphed into what they all wanted you to be, a devoted member of The Valley. He’s changed also. He used to be different, back when you first met. Back then he could give you pieces of himself, his real self. But the more you’re drawn to him and the more you’ve trusted him, the more he's become unworthy of your trust. He doesn’t even remember doing it intentionally, but it’s done.

He’s slowly lured you into his trap and now, you’re caught.

–

The rest of the week your head is completely filled with thoughts of him. He’s your first thought in the morning and your last thought before you fall asleep. All night your dreams are filled with him, and you cling to the fleeting images of him when you wake. You can’t seem to get enough of him, aching to be near him every moment of the day. You stare at him longingly across the table at every meal and follow him around like a puppy whenever you can, unable to focus on anything else.

Joel himself is so lost in his own delusions of grandeur, he walks around the house with his head held high, cocky and full of himself. He can feel you staring at him all the time and he indulges you once in a while by taking your hand and grazing it across his lips, down his chest, over his burgeoning erection. He’s half-hard all the time now, anticipating. He’s convinced that you’re going to let him fuck you after the next Thursday meeting. He’s going to have you, he’s going to have every piece of you.

The days leading up to it, he thinks about it all day; his dick achingly hard but he refuses to jerk off now, wanting to save it for you. He’s practically vibrating with anticipation when Tess comes up to him Thursday before dinner and gives him the bad news. She tells him you’re sick, started throwing up a couple hours ago, and won’t be able to accompany him to the meeting.

Before he can argue, Tess waves her hand in front of his face, telling him not to worry, that Kerri will be going with him instead. Without a moment for an argument to leave his lips, Tess slips away and Kerri is standing in front of him. She has been living with them for almost a year now, since he found her battered and bruised about a half day’s ride from here. 

Kerri is petite, has chin-length curly hair, a toothy smile, and a faint scar stretching from her left temple down to her jawline. She walks with a barely noticeable limp but always pulls her weight around the house, doing most of the meal prep and impressing everyone with her fine cooking skills. She is nurturing, generous, pretty, and maybe the last person Joel wanted to see tonight. She’s not you. He wanted you.

He’s made so irritable by the last-minute change that he can’t even hide his disappointment. He can barely focus during the meeting, getting easily distracted and having to ask people to repeat themselves. After the meeting, Kerri, sensing his unease, gives him a hug to try and ease some of his tension. He knows she feels his erection, how could she not? It’s been raging for days and he can’t help himself, he pulls her tight and grinds himself into her for a brief moment of satisfaction.

Back at the house he heads into his room but within minutes Kerri is knocking on his door. She asks, is this okay? and he hesitates. She hasn’t come to his room since before he brought you into town, but pushing his dick into her thigh at the meeting tonight for the small relief that friction brought him must have signaled to her that he desired her company. He doesn’t. He only wants your company.

He looks at the closed door to your room and thinks about you inside, sick, probably asleep. What would be the harm in seeking comfort from Kerri? He’s fucked her before, it’s not a big deal. He’s never fucked you, it wouldn’t be like he was cheating. In fact, he thinks you’d probably want this for him. You wouldn’t want him to be suffering, and he’s been painfully hard for days. You’d want him to have relief.

There’s a small voice screaming in the back of his head that he ignores. You’ll never have to know about Kerri. You didn’t know about her before and you won’t know about her tonight, and what you don’t know can’t hurt you.

He opens his door further, silently inviting Kerri inside. She attempts to kiss him but he won’t let his lips meet hers, instead kissing the side of her head, her cheeks, her neck. He tries to breathe through his mouth, unable to get over the scent of her that isn’t at all like yours. He lets her hands grope along his body and he closes his eyes tight, trying to imagine they belong to you instead.

She undoes his belt and pushes his pants down with a practiced hand as she palms his length, working to get his half-hard cock to come to life. Between her curls tickling his chin, her all-wrong scent, and her rough touch, he can’t seem to keep his erection. How is he supposed to fuck away his need for you if he can’t stay hard?

Wordlessly, she sinks down to her knees in front of him. Don’t worry, she says, as she puts him in her mouth, doubling down on her efforts to work his stress right out of his dick. With her not-your scent, not-your hair, and not-your face out of his line of vision, he’s able to let his mind wander and let his thoughts of you return.

He imagines you on your knees in front of him, thinks of you in the closet with your lips wrapped around him. He thinks of your wet mouth, your soft hands, your wild eyes. That does it. He comes immediately and without warning, causing Kerri to cough and sputter around him, spitting his come back onto him. His own release gets splattered onto his thighs, slides down his shaft, and drips from his balls as Kerri wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, rising to her feet. 

“Uhhh, thanks hon,” Joel mutters, as he pets her head and pushes her towards the door.

You know it’s probably close to midnight when you rise in your bed, having spent hours throwing up and then sleeping. Your body is tight with pain, you feel flushed and sweaty, and your head is pounding. You should drink the water Tess left on your nightstand but you worry that it might cause you to throw up again. You were really hoping to see Joel when he got home from the meeting tonight, so when you hear his door open, you heave yourself out of bed and turn your doorknob to greet him.

You see Kerri leaving his room as he stands in the open doorway, pants undone and softening dick still dripping with the evidence of his release. Kerri doesn’t see you as she heads down the hall to her room but Joel’s eyes rise to meet yours for a brief moment before you hastily close the door. You hear the clinking of his belt and then hear his voice directly on the other side of the wood.

“Hey baby, how you doin’?” 

Your head is spinning, you’re sweating profusely now, your pulse throbs behind your eyes. Did you really just see what you think you saw? It was pretty dark in the hallway, maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you. You’re pretty sure you have a fever, maybe you’re hallucinating. Joel lightly knocks on the door and you jump. 

“You alright?” he asks. 

You mutter back a yeah before you stumble towards your bed, wondering if this is all just some bad dream. Joel wouldn’t be fucking around with Kerri, he wouldn’t do that, he isn’t like that. Joel doesn’t use people, right? Joel is yours… right? This must all be a nightmare you’re having. You’re taking short, quick breaths now, fighting to remain conscious. You fall onto the mattress. You’re so fucking sick and as your head hits the pillow you let sleep overtake you.

After a long, fitful night’s sleep, you wake in the late afternoon, feeling slightly less feverish than the day before. You’re immediately hit by a wave of panic, feeling tightness in your stomach and it starts to hurt, causing you to fear you may throw up again. You saw Joel and Kerri last night, and you’re pretty sure she wasn’t helping him with a stuck zipper. You need to talk to Joel, you need to confront him about what you think you saw. You need to hear him tell you it’s not true.

Joel is sitting at his desk, going over the patrols for the upcoming Christmas holiday, when you knock at his door. He’s been waiting for you to come see him since you caught Kerri leaving his room last night. He knew he’d have some questions to answer, he’s just not sure yet how he’s going to answer them. He knows he was well within his rights to have Kerri get him off, he just hopes you don’t come crying to him, jealous and angry.

He opens the door for you and lets you into the office. You enter the room and round the corner away from the door, keeping your gaze at your feet. You fumble with your hands but don’t speak, attempting to gather the courage to ask a question you’re not sure you want the answer to. Joel opens his mouth to start the conversation but before he can speak, there’s another knock at the door. 

He moves to open the door and Rosie, all five feet nine inches of her, is peering at him over her glasses. She throws her arms around him, pushing him back into the room a little, whispering in his ear.

“I heard you were stressed out honey, I can help ya out a little,” as she lowers herself to her knees.

Joel doesn’t even have time to protest as she reaches for his belt, looking up at his face. She stills her hands and follows his gaze behind her, turning back to meet your eyes, which are bulging out of your head.

“Oh PJ, I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t know you were in here.” 

She gets up off her knees and quickly exits, leaving you and Joel alone once more. Joel knows the other shoe has dropped. Some of these women have been here for a long time, some for a short time, they are free to come and go if they desire, but living in his house is considered a privilege. He’s the leader of this community and to be able to help take care of his sexual needs and have him take care of yours is held in high honor. 

The women who live here aren’t petty or jealous, they are sweet and giving people, hard workers, and dedicated members of The Valley who make sacrifices and put others – notably Joel – first. They’ve been keeping their distance out of respect for the obvious affection that you and Joel feel for each other, but they must think that since Joel seems stressed then it’s their time to step in and perform their usual duties.

They don’t know that you aren’t aware of the long-standing arrangement they have in this house. They don’t discuss things over the breakfast table but they also don’t keep things secret, because they don’t know that it should be a secret. They’re all open and honest with each other and have no idea that Joel has kept you in the dark about his relationships with them.

Of course, you have been kept in the dark, and now that the light is shining – too brightly – on the truth, it’s making you sick to your stomach. You stare at the ground where Rosie was just kneeling in front of Joel. You know that what you thought you saw last night was, in fact, Kerri leaving Joel’s room after getting him off somehow. It happened. It was about to happen again. It’s probably happened before.

“It’s all of them?” you ask.

Joel shrugs.

“It’s all of them,” you say again, not a question this time. Your vision is going blurry from the blood pumping through your skull so hard. You’re afraid you’re going to pass out. “You fuck all of them?” 

“I have, yeah,” Joel says, shrugging again.

“And you plan to fuck me too?” You can’t even meet his face, your mind is reeling a mile a minute.

“You’re welcome to come to my room anytime you want, baby,” he answers casually. Goosebumps roll across your whole body and you fight back a dry-heave.

“Like they do?”

“Sometimes,” he fucking shrugs again. “It’s not a big deal, PJ.”

You barely hear him, the sound of your own heartbeat creating a hum in your ears, the sick feeling in your stomach rising up your throat, threatening to spill your insides out at your feet. Not a big deal, he says. It’s not a big deal that he’s been lying to you since the day you got here. It’s not a big deal that he wants to use you just like he’s apparently been using these other women, that he wants to use your body for his pleasure. It’s not a big deal that you thought he was different.

And now you see the cracks in this whole place, see it for what it actually is. This place is upholding a façade of a normal society, but it isn’t even close. Joel is treated like some kind of god or king or both and no one says no to him, he gets whatever and apparently whoever he wants. You can’t believe that he made you feel like you mattered when you clearly don’t matter at all. 

You thought he could fix you. All he did was break you. You’ve never felt so low.

“Just another one,” you start to repeat, “Just another one. Just another one. Just another one.”

You’re just another one of these things that he gets when he wants it, and he gets whatever he wants. 

“Just another one. Just another one. Just another one.”

He’s just another man, in a long line of many, who used you.

“Just another one. Just another one.”

He walks towards you, backing you up against the wall, bringing his face closer to yours. Baby, you hear him say, as he brings his lips towards yours. He tries to kiss you but you shudder away, repulsed by him, and he grabs for your arm to pull you back to him. Overwhelmed by his scent and the clawing tightness gripping your insides, you bend at the waist and throw up all over his shoes.

“What the fuck,” he curses loudly before he takes a deep breath, calming himself. “You okay, PJ?” 

He reaches for you again and you push him away, a loud sob leaving your lips. Oh fuckin’ christ, he mutters. Here come the fuckin’ waterworks. You’re making a big deal out of nothing and he’s getting annoyed at the theatrics. He grabs your arm and yanks you up, ignoring the vomit dripping from your chin and the tears streaming down your face. 

“Quit bein’ dramatic,” he says as he shakes you by the arm.

Tess comes in the door just then, seeing your face and the way Joel is manhandling you. 

“What the fuck, Joel?” she wrenches you out of his grip, touching your forehead and feeling your fever. 

She sees the throw-up all over Joel’s feet and sees him roll his eyes. She has no idea what’s going on right now but Joel has lost all his tenderness with you. She scolds him for letting you out of bed, telling him you’re still really sick. She takes you back up to your room, makes you drink some water, and tucks you back into bed, threatening to call the doctor if you try to get up again before your fever breaks.

–

Later that night as Joel heads up to bed he goes to your door and knocks several times, but you don’t answer. He knocks again, no answer, and knocks again. Tess comes out of her room and down the hall, having heard the noise he’s making knocking repeatedly at your door.

“Leave her alone Joel, I told you she’s fuckin’ sick.”

“Shut up Tess,” he doesn’t even turn to look at her. “Get back in your room.”

He throws your door open and sees you laying in bed with your back to the door. He says your name several times but you don’t move a muscle. He takes a step forward, his foot crossing the threshold to your room.

“Don’t you dare,” Tess snaps at him. 

His steps halt. He says your name again, louder this time. Aside from the rise and fall of your breathing, you don’t move. He knows you can hear him, the whole house can fucking hear him. Tess is behind him, berating him some more. He repeats your name, yelling now. He hears a door down the hallway open, yells again, hears Tess hissing stop it, goddamnit, and then hears another door open.

How dare you fucking ignore him. Who the fuck do you think you are right now? He lifts his foot to take another step into your room and he hears Tess start to go ballistic behind him, cursing and bellyaching.  Why don’t you fucking look at him? He hears whispers of the other women further down the hallway. Jesus fucking christ, why don’t they leave him alone? Why don’t you roll over? 

He steps back into the hallway and slams your door closed, rattling the walls of the entire house. “Go to bed,” he screams at Tess. “Go the fuck to bed,” he repeats down the corridor as he steps into his room, slamming his own door behind him as well.

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[14dayswithyou]

my birthday is coming up 🩵🩵🩵 I think it’d be really cute if Teo and I got like matching rings and had a cute little date at like a little altar, and maybe he wears a suit and I wear a white gown 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

ANSWERED: Hehe I know exactly what you mean 😻

Adjusting the black tie around his neck; Teo stands in front of the altar, pulls out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket, and begins to read. "Rosie was... the best lay I ever had. It's a real shame she died in that ugly Victorian nightgown, but I guess even It Girls need a break from serving cunt all the time."

"It's true..." Saint says with tears in her eyes — except not really because I'm livin MY LIFE WITH EDDIE BABYYYY LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!! Ok, actual fic below now, I promise teehee <3

"Thought I'd find you up here." your voice comes out soft, so as to not startle the man smoking near the ledge. The faint glow of his cigarette stands out even amongst the stars and cityscape backdrop he'd been staring at moments prior. But even after hearing your words, Teo doesn't seem to move.

"Guess I need to switch things up then." He doesn't turn around, though he does makes room for you to stand beside him. "I'm becoming predictable."

Silence blankets the two of you as you both idly stare off into the distance. It'd never been like this at the start of your relationship... And while you wouldn't admit it out loud... It was a nice change of pace. No longer did Teo seek you out for late-night rendezvous, and in turn, you no longer had to fall prey to his hedonistic escapades.

But the silence could only last for so long. And what's more, you were certain Teo would grow bored of the lack of stimulation and do something more... worthy of his attention.

So, with a slight cough, you casually strike up a conversation. "What did you get up to today?"

"Heh, you'll probably see it on the news soon." A sly smirk pulls at his side profile, before Teo finally acknowledges your presence by his side with an intrigued look in his eyes. "And you?"

...And you?

Since when did the Teo Alvarado talk about something other than himself?

"I, uhh..." Clearly not expecting that response, you stumble over your words and avert your gaze towards the illuminated backdrop once more. "I got my nails done?"

"Hmph. You don't sound too sure 'bout it, doll." The taller male extinguishes the butt of his cigarette on the cement railing before leaning against it. A beat passes before he extends a hand out towards you. "Lemme see."

He takes your palms into his larger ones and spares a casual glance over each nail individually. And had you known any better, you would've assumed he was bored. But you did know better. That was a look of genuine intrigue.

"...Green, huh?"

"I-I just felt like it!"

No way were you going to let him in on your suppressed feelings. You were well ware of the fact that once Teo sensed any semblance of attachment, he would run and never look back. You'd seen it happen one too many times, and you weren't going to let the same thing happen to you.

Besides... What you had with Teo; it felt different. It was nothing like the casual hookups he used to have with all those men and women from the city -- now long forgotten the moment he started getting cozy with you.

"...Do you like them?" Hesitantly, you gaze upwards to read his expression. "I thought you might, considering you paid for it and all."

"They're not bad. Could be better." Okay, rude. But before you can say anything, Teo continues, "Here. Try this."

Not allowing you a moment to respond, Teo quickly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small box. Upon opening it, an almost gaudy ring captures your attention (was that Tiffany's?) -- before his large hand hides it from view as he pulls it out.

Was that...

Reaching for your own hand now, Teo slips the ring onto your finger. Too overwhelmed with what was happening, your mind barely registers the fact that the ring seemed to be your exact size.

"Much better." Teo's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "More my taste."

"T-Teo... You do realize that's my ring fin—"

The sharp look he sends you sends a shiver down your spine. "One more word, and I'll lock you up here and drive off."

"...What about two words?"

"No."

"Three?"

Immediately, he drops your hand, turns towards the fire escape door, and waves you off. "Hope you brought a sleeping bag. 'M not coming back till morning."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" Without thinking, you reach for his arm and tug him back into the spot beside you. "I'll be quiet."

Another wave of silence washes over the both of you. Though this time, it felt forced. It seemed far too awkward to suddenly address such an... unexpected and intimate gesture from someone like Teo, but you didn't know what else to say either. Changing the subject would only bring more awkwardness, and it wasn't like you could continue the current conversation either.

Damn this man and his inability to be on the receiving end of basic human emotions.

Completely lost in your own mind, you barely notice how Teo lets out a forced huff beside you and pulls you closer by your hips. He rests his chin against the crown of your head this time -- no doubt to stop you from looking up at him -- before he finally breaks the silence.

"It's my nanny's ring." When you don't respond, Teo continues, "Some... sentimental heirloom shit, I guess. She never had any children 'cause she was busy taking care of me."

Why was he holding you so tightly? Like he was afraid you'd run away at the barest hint of vulnerability?

...Attachment?

"And before you ask, yes, she parted with it willingly. I..." You feel him lull his head to the side to pop a joint in his neck, "I asked her for it. Didn't ask for her blessing though, so I don't know why she gave it."

"Teo. This is seriously sounding like a proposal."

"...It's whatever."

"Teo!"

"Fine. A birthday gift."

"...You remembered my birthday?"

"Ouch. Do I look like someone who'd forget?" Just as you open your mouth, his hand predicts your actions and squishes your cheeks together. "Wipe that smug look off your face. I can't see it, but I know you're gonna do it."

"...Thank you, Teo." It all suddenly felt far too sentimental in that moment, and you knew all too well that Teo would be responding negatively to it soon. So, deciding to fall back on old ways -- lest he starts to gets mean -- you settle for an all-too-familiar way to thank your lover.

Unashamedly, you turn in his grasp before trailing your hands down the warm expanse of his chest. They rest just above the latch of his belt -- but almost uncharacteristically, Teo pulls them away and wraps your arms around his neck instead.

"...Do I look like someone you could marry?"

"...W-What?"

"Like I said. I'm getting predictable." He uses your hands to cup his face before leaning closer. "'M switching things up again. Marry me."

#HAPPY BIRFDAY ROSIE BABES!!!!!!!!!! #Teehee your wedding announcement will be on the news <3 #Anyways!! January 11 is my wedding annaversary with Eddie so you'll have to pick another day /silly #Not proofreading this sorry Teo Nation (also it's a pain to do on mobile sgjsgs) #💌 — answered. #💖 — 14 days with queue. #silkbab3y #to be tagged later