#I am a queue on the wind

[thequeerbouquiniste]

i have a new favourite type of characters and it's horny gay pirates with a sense of humour that is either terrible or terrific

[blorbo-images]

[max777556]

Vogue Taiwan 2+1

Have found two other more with a clip

(Damn and i saw more on ig, plz check them for urself i am a bit lazy )

[lilianhuas]

Are you done? [south wind knows my mood episode 29]

[pohlepen]

character study: demeanor & mannerism guide ♡

eyes ♡ avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous. | avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion. | looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional. | cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears. | wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking. | seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation. | expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate. | looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

hands ♡ clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes. | twiddles thumbs, chews at nails/skin, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces. | animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign. | callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny. | touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort. | places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands. | taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking. | scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

mouth ♡ chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws. | resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout. | grinds teeth, flexes jaw. | covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open. | smirks, grins, subtle smiles, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins. | openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional. | stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation. | purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

legs ♡ bounces leg when nervous. | draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crisscrossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other. | places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated. | wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick. | shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet. | loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps.

hair ♡ runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous. | prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair. | wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair. | plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking. | flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

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[sanctified-sanctuary]

kissing the top of their head as you hold them . / auri & cassian :)

kiss 🙴 tell

Large wings envelop the two after a long day, sat on their couch all that’s visible aside from the four brown and white wings are a pair of legs, a shock of dark hair, and the back of the angel’s head.

Despite appearances, the wings are not a natural ombré of brown to white, rather a result of sun damage and the consequence of doubt. The flight feathers and those on the underside of the wings are still a dazzling cream white, as soft as silk and as warm as a down blanket. On the upper, most revealed outside feathers however is a brown singed texture, nearly burned though they aren’t terribly coarse.

Cassian always loved having Auri within his grasp, and having her curled on his lap was no exception. The sheer amount of contact the two shared was intoxicating, his own emotions mixing with theirs nearly leaving him drunk on the feeling. So much so that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

A soft, gentle kiss to her forehead, long enough to notice but swift enough not to linger. His lips are electrified upon contact, parting from her skin with a buzzing feeling. This is how it should be, this is what Auri deserves and what Cassian desires, safety and security.

A relationship without doubts, fears, only the purity of the emotions one another feel.

It’s a shame the world doesn’t share this sentiment, but in these quiet stolen moments who is he to care? The wings upon his back may be burned but Auri revers them as if they were solid gold, his halo may be dull but she looks at it as though it were the North Star guiding her home, his identity may be in crisis but when Cassian is with Auri it’s as though she reveals exactly who he is without uttering a word.

The seconds between conflict will always be treasured the most, stolen kisses and brief hugs, the reminders that they’re alive and together. Heaven may not exist as the humans believe, but if it did it would be here in this moment held in his arms and encased in his wings. Resting for god knows how long before the next interruption carries them away.

[empathbled]

tag drop.

↳ ooc ⸻ ❛ i can make myself look٬ but the thinking is shutting down. ❜ ↳ promo ⸻ ❛ everyone has thought about killing someone٬ one way or another. ❜ ↳ memes ⸻ ❛ you won't like me when i'm psychoanalyzed. ❜ ↳ starter call ⸻ ❛ wind him up and watch him go. ❜ ↳ crack ⸻ ❛ i feel crazy. ❜ ↳ queue ⸻ ❛ do you feel alive? ❜

↳ about ⸻ ❛ i felt terrified٬ and then i felt powerful. ❜ ↳ meta ⸻ ❛ i feel like i am spilling. ❜

↳ images ⸻ ❛ i'm not even sure if i'm awake now. ❜ ↳ music ⸻ ❛ i could use a good scream٬ i can feel one perched under my chin. ❜ ↳ desires ⸻ ❛ but it wasn't real٬ it wasn't real. ❜

↳ answers ⸻ ❛ it's not any easier. shake it off٬ keep on looking. ❜ ↳ speech ⸻ ❛ i know what kind of crazy i am٬ but this isn't that kind of crazy. ❜

↳ hannibal ⸻ ❛ do you believe you could change me the way i've changed you? ٬ i already did. ❜ ↳ abigail ⸻ ❛ never again. only in my memories sleepless in the dark shall i still tread the old paths. ❜

↳ verse ⸻ ❛ special agent٬ this is my design. ❜ ↳ verse ⸻ ❛ after the fall٬ this is my legacy. ❜

[reddhaed]

you’re the most interesting person i’ve ever met ( from giselle! )

it draws a giggle out of her. it's the most fun she's had in a while, linking her arm with giselle's, just a small stroll around the town heading back to sera's place ( her husbands, she wants to remind herself ) her head tilts, looks at giselle and sera for once has hope. she is hopeful that her life doesn't end here, in a marriage she did not want with a husband she feels nothing but disdain for. she glows underneath the praise. "oh stop it." she fakes modesty, it's what she is used to do. "-i do have to say, flattery will get you very far with me." she winks at giselle. but the words got to her. she felt them and rang something pretty between her chest. it's something flowery and soft. she looks down for a moment, maybe shy in a way sera usually isn't. she stops walking. and takes a moment, sincerity also unusual, but carried heavy in her voice. "-but thank you. i believe words are just said, without thought. and what matters is what one does not what they say, however, you mean so much to me, giselle, you're important to me. and so very much more interesting than any of the people i have to interact with in the daily, i'm grateful to have met you. truly."

@immobiliter

[apparently-artless]

"That shit is straight out of a fanfiction and I’m SO here for it." THIS RIGHT HERE!! I'm telling ya!! The mangaka is always ready to give as fanfic level scenes. Like that piggyback scene?? SO precious.

The way Sakura laughed and the WHOLE CLASS stopped talking and stared at him in amazement???

And then how they started fucking around twice as much to make him laugh even more???????

That shit is straight out of a fanfiction and I’m SO here for it.

[motazmohammed]

Hello my supporting friends ! 🇵🇸🍉❤

I am Mohammed Saqr , 22 yrs , a Palestinian youngman, from Gaza, seeking to save my 12 _ member family from the hell of the war by moving to a safe place till the gruesome war ends.

Our suffering and hardship started on 14th October, 2023 when my family was forcibly displaced from the north to the south under a life-threatening situation. As a result, our houses were completely destroyed and demolished, and our business accordingly went with the wind. Nothing has been left to be a source of livelihood. No shelters to house us nor a livelihood source to live on.

We have been living miserably in tents since the early days of the war. Life had become very hard and tough. No means of life still exists. Getting the least level of life is now hard and impossible. All our hope is to secure the daily basic necessities but this seems more often impossible that is why we are suffering the hardship of life. You can't imagine how hard it is to get food, drink water, medicine and other facilities. Life has become dire and sad in addition to the hot weather inside the hot tents that adds to our pain and unbelievable sufferings. Words can't show the miserable situations and circumstances we are experiencing nowadays due to the unfair war.

A part of our daily sufferings to get the least of what we need. Imagine how you feel when you wait for at least four hours in queue .Things are the worst one has ever

experienced. That is why I am asking for you generous contribution to help me secure the least of what we daily need and to find safety and peace for the twenty-member family who are now tasting all forms of torture and sorrow.

Every day we wake up to find things move from bad to worse. No sign is there for the war to end and this add to our unhappiness and miserable life. Despair and hopelessness have become new forms of our life as we are now homeless , displaced and jobless.

Please don't spare this moment of helping a family in bad need. You add happiness and hope to people who lost every single thing in their life. You can help us by donating whatever you can or by sharing my link to other generous donors.

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[amillixnvoices]

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[daughterofthetis]

it's so easy, for cass to join kronos' army. in the iliad, thetis is so involved with achilles' life, and maybe this has to do with the prophecy about him dying young, maybe it isn't -- but if it is, cassidy knows that she is, more likely than not, going to die young too, so isn't she entitled to at least something? but thetis claimed her, after all. so she is, in some way at the minimum, paying attention to cassidy. in that case then, where is her mother? does thetis just not care? is she not as good as achilles was, to warrant such interaction? (cassidy knows the answer to that although she wishes she didn't).

[g-k444]

Would love to grope your ass on the train

I'd love to feel assaulted and confused and be questioning whether or not it was an accident as i get off at my stop and walk myself home

somehow i manage to convince myself that the way to find out would be to go the next day and stand in the same place, next to the same person, in the same carriage, but this time not wear panties, just to see whether it was a motivated action or just a brush of the hand

of course that's the day that there's a large gust of wind that passes through the carriage as we go from tunnel to tracks, and the gust raises my skirt to above my hips - flashing my pussy for everyone in the carriage to see as the light material plumes around my torso before i can hastily pull it down and hold it against my thighs with a firm grip.

a not so subtle hand on my ass follows, slipping beneath my skirt and grabbing the plump of my ass with such force i have to bite on my lip to not let out any noises.

yet looking to my right at the man that's sat on the seat i am stood besides, i realise that him and the people around me are all already conscious of the presence of a stranger's touch around my private parts

in fact, i notice a phone peeking from beside's a man's thigh - positioned perfectly, so that the camera is pointed at my posterior.

it seems like the stranger behind me notices it too, as his fingers grip the hem of my skirt and pull it up to this time purposefully flash my private parts for the camera, making a blush rise to my cheeks as i foolishly don't use my hands to pull my skirt back down nor cover my face, as the man with the camera now picks up his phone and points it at me less secretively, letting out a breath of awe at the beautiful view of my unashamedly shaved and presented pussy with a stranger's fingers opening the slit to reveal the slickened hole

my hands are no longer holding onto something to stabilise myself, and when the train takes its usual sharp corner, i have nothing to stop my body from falling into the glass of the train's window - my body pressing to the glass with your own body pressing up behind me - letting your fingers rub all over my wet pussy - tapping and slapping and rubbing all whilst you run your mouth and publicly degrade me to the audience that all sit comfortably in their train seats, watching with gratefulness

the train reaches its next station and men leave the carriage, grabbing handfuls of my ass and squeezing or spanking the delicate flesh before exiting, whilst I can only look out of the window and at the platform - where men can look into the carriage and see my defiled pussy and sexed out expression - their eyes widening in delight as they queue up for this carriage in particular, stepping in and getting a seat with a good view of the young virgin pussy being messed with

to think that not wearing a simple pair of panties could have me being fingered on the train with so many onlookers...

if I'd have known that's what happens when you don't wear panties, I would've stopped wearing those a lot sooner

[sparklystarrrr]

No Chance, No Way!!

Synopsis: In which (Y/n) falls in love with none other than Idia Shroud, but is scared to fall in love because of her freshly broken heart.

Contains: Idia S. x Fem! Megara! Reader, set in a garden in the Island of Woe, Idia & reader are hopelessly in love, Ortho our fav wingman who's sick of the two being hopelessly in love, Idia in Hades' toga and Reader in Megara's dress... I need that (I'm Greek, I want the rep), told from the reader's perspective, YES THIS IS BASED ON THE ACC SCENE WHERE MEG SINGS I WON'T SAY I'M IN LOVE it's gonna be so cliche and cheesy but WHATEVER

It was a rather warm summer night, the moon was shining and all seemed peaceful. That was until I got lost in my thoughts, walking and picking a delicate blue flower and landing myself on a bench in the garden of the Island of Woe. This was the perfect night to get lost in my thoughts. The only thing accompanying me was the cool breeze and the ruffle of leaves. I twirled the fragile flower around between my fingers, noticing how the flower's petals faded from a dark blue out to a light yet bright blue and all I could think about was him. A small grin formed on my face.

Oh, him... It felt so fleeting to feel this way, as if I was jumping on clouds with the wind in my hair... That was when I felt that feeling I was all too familiar with. I was in love... Ugh no.. I am not in love! I learned my lesson from the first guy this cannot be happening! I crossed my arms over my legs, propping my head up on my hand, I grumbled to myself "What's the matter with me... You'd think a girl would learn..."

I got myself up and walked around the garden. It seemed to be decorated with little cupids and statues of lovers, this was certainly an icky feeling... I sighed hopelessly while turning the little cupid from pointing its arrow at me to the other direction"If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that..." I sauntered around aimlessly, passing a hedge of bushes"No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history... Been there, done that!" I flung the blue flower behind me in frustration.

As if on queue, a pair of big bright yellow eyes poked out from inside the bush. Suddenly, a determined Ortho popped out and caught the flower I tossed. He seemed to be giggling to himself, "Who do you think you're kidding! After doing a few scans on you, my databases tell me that big brother's the "Earth and Heaven" to you!" My cheeks flushed at his sudden interjection. I grunted as I plopped down onto a bench, holding my head in my hand's as I pouted... I can't really be feeling like this after just getting broken up with a few months ago, could I? "Don't try to keep it hidden (Y/n)! My scans can see right through you!" Ortho's child-like robot voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Oh no..." I moaned out while covering my face with my hands.

"You can't conceal it forever (Y/n), I know exactly how you're feeling and who you're thinking of!" He floated above me and dangled the flower beside my face in hopes I would catch it and just confess to these heavy feelings. I ignored the flower tickling my cheek and brushed it off of me. Ortho made a "hmph!" sound like he was determined to get me to say it. I stood up, feeling slightly ashamed for these not so new feelings,"No chance, no way! I won't say it, nope!" My frustration easily got to me. Why can't these feelings just pass!

Once again, Ortho kept pushing, "You're swooning, sighing, and your dopamine levels skyrocket when you're around Idia, all signs of being in love! Why deny it?" He had a point... but I won't say it!,"It's so cliche, Ortho! I just can't say i'm in love!" I walked away holding my arms close to my body. These feelings were so warm yet so uncertain... Ortho sighed and followed me to the path full of statues of lovers "I thought my heart had learned its lesson... It always feels this good when it starts out." I grumbled and looked up at all the statues while feeling a pang of loneliness I didn't know I felt until now.

My head was practically screaming 'Get a grip, girl! Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!' at me! I then felt Ortho's mechanical hand pat my shoulder and he looked up at me with those adorable big yellow eyes of his"You keep denying who you are and how you're feeling, but I'm not buying it! You practically hit the ceiling whenever the two of you talk!" I turned away from him and pouted, was it really that easy to see my feelings towards Idia..? "Facing it and owning up to these emotions will release a weight off your shoulders. And my databases are 101% sure you won't get rejected!" That comment made me feel... hope? Why was I feeling hopeful about this?! I can't believe myself!

"No chance! I won't ever say it!" I say stubbornly as I hop across pedestals that stuck out in the clear blue water of a pool. On the last pedestal I trip and nearly fall into the cold water! That's when a male's hand reaches out to me. I grab on and he pulls me onto the ground before I could fall. I looked at the hand. It was pale, bony and was larger than my own. I looked up at the man who owned this warm hand and it was none other than Idia.

"..Hey... Y-you good?" His awkward sharp toothy grin was really cute and I couldn't help but smile when I saw the pink tips of his blue hair going wild and crazy. 'Wow.. he looks really good in this outfit he was wearing though, I see his biceps and everything...I knew he had a sleeper build...' Shut up mind! I can't think like this... I smiled gently up at him and muttered a small, "I'm fine..!" I said as we both giggled awkwardly. I turned away, trying to hide my blush and he did the same. My hands brushed through my long (h/c) locks and I saw Ortho who seemed to be ushering me to confess because the Seven know Idia won't. He created a small hologram that had the words "Give in!!" "I can see that smile from here, (Y/n)!" He shouted at me. He put up a thumbs up for me to confess.

I covered my ears and shut my eyes as if I was trying to shut the whole world out. "This scene won't play Ortho! I just won't say it, get off my case!" I yelled back to him as I ran off to the fountain to sit and be irritated. I plopped down with a scowl and put my hand down on the cement to lean myself on my arm. The feeling of a stem was under my palm and I suddenly knew exactly what it was... the blue flower. I picked it up, smiling to myself in content as I put it up to my nose and smelled the fragrance. It smelled almost sweet, but perfect.

I touched the petals delicately with my free hand "Well, at least out loud I won't say I'm in love..." I held the flower to my chest and sighed, my body going to lay down on the edge of the fountain when suddenly I felt someone beside me. I heard a small "Eep!" from the person my head had bumped into and I turned around in surprise. "I-Idia?" We felt close.. too close for us to just be friends. "Uh.. Ortho sent me here.... Sorry... I-i can go if you need me too." And with that he started getting up, his hair going a bit more crazy than usual with the pink tint still there, even his ears were a light pink, his cheeks too.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. All I did was suddenly grab onto his arm. I'm so gonna be embarrassed for this later... "Sorry... but don't go. Sit with me, Idia..." I felt my face heating up a bit, him clearly turning pinker as seconds passed. I pulled him to sit down next to me. "So... clearly Ortho wanted the both of us to be here." I mumbled. "Yeah..." He said while nervously playing with his hair that was glowing a brighter pink. There was an awkward silence for a moment. We didn't really have anything to talk about in this situation. I sighed. "I'm sorry for... being in love with you, I guess." My hand wrapped around his hands which were still busy fiddling with his flaming locks. My other hand sat in my lap, twirling the blue flower.

He choked on air for a moment at my sudden confession. Obviously he wasn't expecting it. "N-no! It-it's fine it's just... Idk.. I'm not used to this stuff..." At this point all his hair had been colored a bright fuchsia. "Well I am you could say... I'm just scared of being in love." He looked at me, then away from me, at my flower, then back at me. "... Why? You seem like that girl everyone wants... like some normie... couldn't ever be seen with me..." He muttered the last part under his breath.

I scoffed at myself," If you really want to know, I got my heart played with." I looked away as my shoulders slumped and I looked down at my hands. His silence made it awkward but I knew he didn't really know how to respond. "That's stupid of him...." I heard him quietly whisper to himself. I looked at him with a smirk, "Yeah, really was stupid of him. Glad you think the same, Shroud..." He squeaked and his face turned almost as pink as his hair.

"But you know, I'm past him." He looked at me with his bright yellow eyes that I adored so much. "I don't think I could be scared of love when I'm with you..." I said while smiling up at him. His deep blue lips parted as I got closer to him, our hands still touching as they went down together and leaned on the stone fountain. He picked up the flower laying in my other hand, and feeling bold, he tucked it behind my ear."...You know... (h/c) looks mega cool with blue..." I smiled at his words.

Without a second thought, my now empty hand went up to his jaw and I dragged him down to get closer with me. I crashed my rosy lips against his icy blue ones. Suddenly the whole world seemed to disappear. His hands froze in their spot but as the kiss deepened, his hands went to my waist, his thumbs rubbing against my sides while he pulled me closer.

We pulled away to catch our breath. I smirked at his now bright red face. "I love you, Shroud. Don't break my heart.." I said in a breathy tone. I already knew he wouldn't, I trust him with my life. "I wouldn't dare, πριγκίπισσα." We crashed our lips together once more, grabbing onto each other like our lives depended on it. And the rest was history~

(queue lil Ortho celebrating in a bush and watching them, then covering his eyes when the two start getting a little steamy)

I've had an Idia hyper fixation for the past 2 days, I NEEDED THIS

Edit: πριγκίπισσα is princess in Greek<333

[kabr0ztrousers]

Naive curvy fem reader who recently gave birth but her man left her to fend for herself. Mother in-law + father in-law (who are both vampires) disown their son and allow the reader and their grandchild to stay at their estate. They convinced her they will help relieve any tension. Like massaging her sore breasts, suckling or squeezing any excess milk, and licking and rubbing her pussy. Starts off as dubious consent but transitions to full consent when they tell her that she's more than a daughter in-law to them.

Kabr0z Episode 54: The In-Laws

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: blood; vampires; incest (no blood relation); age gap; power imbalance; dubcon to enthusiastic consent; receiving cunnilingus; giving cunnilingus and fellatio; very mild foot mention; technically intox; ghoulification;

A/N: Nobody's claimed the prize from my previous competition regarding vampires, but I had fun posing the question, so if you can give the clan the in-laws belong to with your request, you get to skip the queue! Two prizes up for grabs as the clan changed its name with Vampire V5 😁

Again, here's the daily reminder that I won't know what you want if you don't request it, so by all means request! My DMs and asks are open for a reason!

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You pulled up outside the wrought iron gates. You knew Nick grew up with money but this is old-school aristocrat level, a real Great Gatsby mansion. You reached out of your window to hit the buzzer

"Name?" A bored voice called over the intercom.

You told them who you were, you were getting to why you were there when the gate swung silently open. You drove on, gate swinging shut behind you. You didn't see the men with automatic rifles from the road, but you bet they saw you. Sophie fussed in the baby seat. You stopped to shush her back to sleep, the last thing you wanted was to make a poor first impression.

Too late. A pair of figures stood in the doorway to the house. The lights flattered them in the late evening, artfully curated shadows highlighting the razor-sharp creases of his suit, the elegant drape of her long red dress. They were looking at you.

Here was as good a place to leave the car as any, you supposed, and got out. Cradling your baby you approached the figures in the doorway. They smiled at you, the light making them look washed out and pale.

"So, we finally meet! So sorry we couldn't make the wedding" The woman spoke first "I am Lucrezia, this is Alfonso" the man bowed neatly at the waist, allowing his wife to continue "When we caught wind of what our dog of a son did! We're both so very glad you came to us"

You smiled, it's not like you had much of a choice. Both of your parents had passed while you were expecting Sophie, and you didn't really have any other family. "Thanks for having us, we'll try not to be a burden"

Alfonso laughed "It's not a burden at all! It will be so good to have a child about the house again, it gets awfully quiet with just me, your mother, the security, the cleaners, and the servants"

That sounded positively bustling to you, but their perspectives were probably different you guessed, a house like this needs upkeep

A man cleared his throat behind you "Your keys, ma'am?"

You turned, he was wearing a flak vest and an earpiece, his rifle secured to him with a strap "so we can park your car and unpack you"

The woman waved him away "There's time for that later, Giacomo. Now, let's get out of the cold"

It was a warm night. You followed the pair inside. They looked exactly like the old paintings on the walls of the house, though the varnish had darkened with age. Some of them looked to contain a young Peter too... Maybe these were of Alfonso's side of the family? There was quite a strong family resemblance with the boy, but then how was Lucrezia there?

They led you to a lounge, where they took seats on either end of a long sofa. You sat in an armchair, sinking into the plush velvet. "So," Lucrezia began "We'll hear no more of this not wanting to intrude business. You're family, and family takes care of family. Besides, it's not like we're hurting for bedrooms" They both laughed. You felt like a deer in headlamps. A rabbit cornered by circling wolves. The light in here was warmer than outside, but it didn't diminish the corpselike pallor on their faces, bluish lips on pale faces, dry eyes that didn't catch the light, and aside from when they spoke... No, that's silly.

Obviously they must breathe, right?

Sophie was picking up on something, too. She hadn't stopped fussing since you came in. Lucrezia stepped over to you, or at least you assumed she did, you looked up and she was simply there, dark eyes staring into yours

"There, there, the little one is tired! Come to Nana, little one"

You let her take the restless baby from your arms, playing with her with a fingertip. Sophie calmed at once, gurgling happily before settling into a deep sleep. Lucrezia gave her back to you. Was that... Blood on her mouth?

You blinked, it was gone. Probably just your overactive imagination. Driving for four hours after packing up your entire life would do that.

You looked at Lucrezia again, into those deep black eyes, dark in a sea of white "Let's get my granddaughter to bed, then we can talk about your future here"

You nodded. It's the best thing for it. She led you upstairs, to a nursery with a beautiful cot, pulling a tablet computer off the wall and handing it to you "Only the best for you, 4k camera and the best audio money can buy. If she so much as peeps, you'll hear"

You put Sophie down in the cot. Finally the two of you were safe again. "Can I have a bed in here with her?"

Lucrezia smiled at you, those eyes meeting yours again "Of course, I'll have the staff bring one in. She stepped out of the door, clapped her hands twice and shouted in the fastest Italian you'd ever heard someone speak before coming back "The bed will be brought in soon, now let's go back downstairs"

You followed her again. Alphonso looked up from a book when you entered, before getting up and ushering you down to the sofa between them.

Lucrezia's hands were on your shoulders, thumbs digging into the muscles of your back "You're so tense, why don't you relax?"

You had to admit, you ached. The massage hurt a little as Lucrezia eased the knots in your back from driving so long. Alfonso slipped off your shoes and began massaging your feet, pulling you so you lay across the two of them as they rubbed and squeezed you, their too-strong hands loosening you up. Your eyes closed gently as exhaustion took over.

Your dream was dark, and troubled. You were running down the hallway of the house, chased by armed men. Every door you opened had either Lucrezia behind it, Alphonso, or both.

You snapped awake. In the bed in the nursery, morning light visible against the curtains. A maid was there, she curtseyed and left a tray on the end of your bed. Some toast, butter, jam, and a small cup of strong-smelling coffee. You checked on Sophie. Sleeping like an angel.

Breakfast was simple, but every bit as good as it looked. That was possibly the best coffee you'd ever had.

You picked up Sophie and started to explore your new home. Three floors, the maid told you the top floor was only for Lucrezia and Alphonso, their studies, the private chambers and whatnot, she told you you'd probably be allowed up eventually being family, just not yet.

And so your days passed, at first. Daytime was spent with Sophie in any combination of a dozen rooms between her nursery, the library, the TV room, or walking through the gardens. You looked forward to when she'd be old enough to teach to swim so you could use the swimming pool.

At night, your hosts finally finished whatever work they did all day and came downstairs to spend time with you and their granddaughter. They never seemed to eat with you, every day around nightfall a maid carrying a platter would walk up the staircase to their suites, but never seem to come back down until the following morning. Always a different one, too, which seemed odd.

It was amazing, the way Lucrezia had with Sophie, she could put her to sleep in moments. You'd stay up with them talking about your day, how your daughter was doing, never about them or their business... You let your mind wander as Lucrezia massaged your back again, you didn't know why she liked doing that, but you weren't going to stop her...

Shit. They were mobsters, weren't they? It checked out, armed guards, inexplicably wealthy, a preoccupation with privacy, family, and trust above all.

A roving hand snapped you out of your reverie. Alfonso had just pulled aside your underwear, his hand up your skirt. You yelped, Lucrezia held your shoulders.

You looked up at her, she smiled back "Now, now, we said we'd take care of all of your needs, and we meant it"

Alfonso's hand was rubbing the lips of your pussy. You were already wet, the massage had loosened you up more than you thought. His fingers slipped around your clit, making you whine as Lucrezia's attentions moved to your collarbones and your milk-filled tits, squeezing squirts of milk from you as you whimpered and gasped under their attention

Alfonso's tongue joined his hand, fingering your hole while he licked rings around your clit. You could feel the pressure building in your cunt as it twitched and your back arched. Lucrezia kissed your lips, and you came. You ground your cunt into Alfonso's face, no longer caring that these two are your parents in law, just wanting to prolong the orgasm running through you.

Your spasms subsided, you looked up at Lucrezia as you panted.

"Oh, child, I can't imagine what you think of us... You must think we're criminals?"

You nodded weakly. Alphonso laughed, looking at you from between your legs "Shall we give her the truth?"

Lucrezia manhandled you to the floor, forcing you to your knees, holding your head up as Alphonso stood over you, pulling out his cock as it hardened in his hands. "I'll need a drink after we're done. Hopefully it's as good as it looks"

Your mouth was forced open. Alphonso stuffed his semi-hard cock inside. You could feel it hardening as he thrust it in, invading you again and again as his wife crooned in your ear.

You bit down hard. He didn't stop. His groans got louder as he railed you harder, his cock pushing your throat as he came. It wasn't cum. His cock twitched a d throbbed, pulsing like he should be spraying cum down your throat, but it wasn't. It was blood.

The blood fell out of your mouth, but some trickled down your throat.

The world got sharper. Your head spun as you became hyper-aware of everything around you. Around, and in you. God you're horny. Your hand shot to your cunt, furiously rubbing yourself as you sucked his cock. He pulled out, rubbing the mix of blood and spit on your face. You tried to catch as much as you could before Lucrezia turned your head and licked your face, cleaning you of the mess her husband had made.

She stood before you and lifted the front of her skirt.

You couldn't stop yourself even if you wanted to. Your face was in her cunt, slurping and licking like an animal as she held you to her. You could feel her, already getting closer and closer as you licked and nibbled, her cunt oozing more wetness onto your face as you buried yourself in her folds. All you could taste was blood, all you wanted was more.

Lucrezia came hard, twitching and squirting into your mouth, covering your face.

You opened your eyes. You could see blood pooling below you, staining your top and your skirt. Alphonso was looking at you, so was Lucrezia, predatory eyes taking you in.

Alphonso bit you first. The searing pain of his fangs sinking in to your wrist making you grit your teeth. You screamed when Lucrezia bit the other.

The world became cold, your head spun a little as the vampires released you, licking the wounds to close them. Lucrezia barked a command in Italian, a man ran over and stabbed a needle into your arm. Giacomo. You saw a blood bag held over your head as you closed your eyes, letting sleep take you.

Giacomo was there in the morning when you awoke "Afternoon, ma'am. The bosses have asked I explain everything. Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life."

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So, fun fact: it's canon that literally every liquid a Kindred produces is vitae, except for in very specific circumstances. So, if you let a Kindred cum down your throat, you become a ghoul.

Honestly, goals.

To reiterate from the start, if you correctly identify which clan Alphonso and Lucrezia belong to you'll get to jump the queue! 2 prizes to claim this time as the clan name changed when Vampire V5 was published, so get to guessing! Promotion ends when the first winning guess is published 😉

On that note, even if you don't want to guess, I want to hear your requests, ideas, fantasies, whatever! This challenge is set to run right through to the end of the year and I intend to go the distance!

[fayes-fics]

Ruination: I

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Sequel to Rescue & Ruin. Meeting Anthony at midnight in the grounds of Aubrey Hall would only ever have one outcome...

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI. Innocence/corruption kink, breast/nipple play, guided/assisted masturbation, frottage, orgasms.

Word Count: 2.0k

Author's Note: Request fill for @corpseoftrees-queen, who requested a sequel to Rescue and Ruin almost two years ago now. Sorry that it's taken me so long to write this. As partial recompense, there will be at least one more fic to accompany this (hence the 'I' in the title). Beta read by the amazing @colettebronte. Enjoy! <3

It’s just after midnight as you escape silently out of a side door of Aubrey Hall. Furtively moving only amongst the shadows as you make your way towards the lake, shimmering beguilingly in the bright moonlight—doing your very best not to be seen by any possible prying eyes. You want no one to know of your scandalous plans. 

To meet one Viscount Bridgerton out here under the stars and all the tempting things he offers. 

You know if you are found out, it will be your ruin…. And yet you are powerless to do anything but. Moving as if your feet are possessed, a fever that has been coursing through you since your exhilarating encounter mere hours ago.

Thus, butterflies in your tummy, you edge along the dense, high bushes, looking for the gap you vaguely recall emerging from. Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around you, yanking you backwards through the thick foliage; before you can even squeak, another hand clamps over your mouth.

“Shh, do not be alarmed,” he dusks into your ear instantly, and immediately your body blooms.

Anthony.

All six feet of him pressed against your back, the smooth leather of his boots brushing your bare calves, his hand hot through your cotton nightgown where he grips tightly around your waist.

“I knew you would not disappoint,” he declares, the hand over your mouth releasing, slipping lower, fingers dancing over your collarbone. “Such intense curiosity, needing sating.”

Something in his tone is decadent, tastes of rebellion and desire, thick and honeyed like treacle. You want everything he is willing to offer, consequences be damned.

“Sate me,” you beseech, twisting to nuzzle his jaw, throwing all caution to the wind.

He makes a sound that is almost a growl, his fingers curling into your belly.

“Oh sweet one, you have no idea of what you speak….” His cadence is throatier and breathy. “But it would be my complete pleasure to teach you some. Perhaps not all,” he concedes. “I am a gentleman, after all,” he offers without a trace of irony it deserves. “Just enough to make you insatiably… enthusiastic.”

You feel the curve of his cheek as he smiles against your temple, the hand at your clavicle tracing lower, inching over your skin until it skirts the neckline of your nightgown.

“What say you?” He queues and you realise he is waiting, waiting for you to give him your permission.

“Please….” You rag and inhale sharply as his fingers slip under the cotton.

He teases your areola with the barest of grazes, but it still has you shuddering. Your skin their puckering tightly

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, sounding pleased, stoking a molten fire somewhere deep inside.

The hand at your waist smears heavily upwards over your ribcage, rucking the gown over your knees until it, too, slips inside your neckline. Both hands now tease featherlight circles around your nipples, which is at once too much and somehow also not enough. 

“More….” 

It’s a panted whisper that slips from your lips unbidden as you close your eyes and sag back against him.

“Greedy little thing,” he chuckles, but it seems to spur him on.

He abruptly pinches your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers; the sharp spike of sensation makes you gasp. A lighting bolt zips down between your legs. A throb there as he releases them that would cause you consternation, were it not so so good.

Anthony hums gently, more than a little cocky, as his teeth nip your earlobe.

“That’s it, you love that?”

You moan as he does it again, changes pressure, twisting his grip so his warm hands cup the curve of your breasts, cradling them as you begin to writhe against him instinctively. 

“Wrap your hands around my neck, sweet one,” he commands gently. “Lean into that exquisite feeling.”

And so you do: eyes still closed as you raise your arms and blindly loop them around his neck, tendrils of the hair at his nape tickling your wrist bones as you lock your fingers together, if nothing else, an anchor for your weakening legs.

“Gooood,” he elongates the word so it drips into your ear.

You undulate into his hands, sighing every time he teasingly retreats his fingers a fraction away, you tilting to chase his touch.

“You are so perfect,” he groans, pinching a little harsher this time so you vocalise, wanting him to do this forever, never to stop.

He nudges your cheek until his lips meet yours, and then fireworks explode behind your closed lids as he kisses you. Deeply, all-encompassing, his tongue invading, swiping yours in sync with his finger staccatoing your nubs. You moan wantonly into his mouth, unable not to, awash in novel sensation.

“Do you think you could reach a peak just like this?” He breathes right into your open mouth, licking along the jagged edge of your teeth covetously.

“I do not know what that means,” you confess with hushed honesty, your eyes fluttering open to his hungry stare piercing your soul. Only knowing there is something hot and urgent rising in your body—dangerous, luscious, addictive.

“They teach you young ladies nothing,” he condemns before tugging both of your nipples harshly forward, a sharp metallic zing blooming on your tongue as you buck into him as the slightly rough treatment just heightens your yearning. “And yet… look how much you need it without even knowing.”

Lightheaded already, you cannot believe that just his hands inside your nightgown could make you feel like this. But suddenly, they are gone, and you cry out on instinct, the loss acute, hardened, peaked nipples rasping the fabric.

“Take off your gown,” Anthony tutors, unlinking your hands from around his neck and taking a step back.

Scrambling to obey, you cross your arms and rapidly tug the material up and off without a second thought, just so very keen for him to assuage that deep ache. A dampness between your thighs that is slick, viscous.

You can hear his laboured breathing as he slowly prowls a circle around you, his gaze seeming like a heavy robe even as your flesh erupts with goosebumps in the swirl of cool night air. Scrunching your toes into the damp grass to stop you from swaying, an anticipatory jangling in your nerves for what he will do next. 

He comes to a halt in front of you. 

“Look at me.”

You tilt up your chin at his soft order, meeting his eyes; the intensity and beauty steal your breath. His darkened pupils reflect the bright moon, his cheekbones in stark relief.

“Do you wish to know more?”

You bite your lip and nod vigorously, locking your knees at the velvety tone he employs.

With a hungry noise, he hauls you into his arms, your chest colliding with the stiff cotton of his shirt, a hard bulge pressing into your belly through his tickly woollen britches as once again he kisses you. Stealing your breath, plundering your mouth. A thrill zipping over your skin, like you are caught out in a thunderstorm. He hunches down, hands sliding down to grasp your buttocks firmly; you squeak over his lips as he pulls you up onto tiptoes, rutting slightly against you.

“Sweet one, I crave to ruin you. Ruin you in ways so you would never even think to look at another man,” he warns darkly, and it sounds like just the fire you want to burn in.

But then he stills, as if muzzling himself and sighs heavily into your neck, breath hot and moist.

“Alas, ‘tis not fair to do such, even if I burn to…” 

It sounds like regret and yearning all at once. You whimper, hankering for something you know you need even without knowing what it is—-an elusive eden just beyond your grasp.

“I want you to.”

You entreat, moving your hands from the anchor of his shoulders to cup his jaw, bringing his conflicted gaze to meet yours. 

“Ruin me, Viscount Bridgerton.”

Your bold beseechment flips a switch in him, and he snarls, his nostrils flaring. Before you know it, you are swept off your feet and placed on your back on the cool, dewy grass, the moon almost dazzling over his shoulder.

He hovers over you on all fours, eyes raking over your form as if deciding what to do next. 

After a moment, a light seems to go off behind his captivating eyes, and he grabs your wrist and guides a hand down towards the apex of your thighs.

“Touch yourself,” he implores.

Somehow, you know without asking what he means. A throb that demands attention. Without hesitation, your fingers plough into your slit, and you are taken aback by how swollen you are there, how soaked your flesh is. Your body cants up, a moan escaping as you swipe over a hardened nub, a riot running through every cell at this mere brush.

Anthony groans, and his hand closes over yours, guiding your movement. You can feel his fingertips between your swollen lips, even if it’s your own pad pressed against that bundle of nerves.

He mutters a curse and presses more insistently, puppeting your hand like a sinful marionette, noises from between your legs that sound filthy but only seem to make him more desperate, lowering himself to rhythmically press that swelling into your thigh. 

“That’s it, chase it, my sweet,” he encourages, a baritone rumble that seems to echo from his ribcage into yours.

You spiral higher, your breath harsh pants, your muscles twitching, somewhere inside clenching as if it needs something to grip onto.

“Do not fucking stop,” he urges through clenched teeth, his desperation and crude language ratcheting you higher, a heat boiling in your veins.

Your digits are just passive under his now, letting him direct your pleasure; be the one to push you beyond, even if the touch is indirect.

Then, a dam breaks within you, and your whole body goes tense as moisture gushes from within, coating your fingers and his. You explode into a thousand tiny fragments and snap back together, heart pounding, every nerve afire. Calling out so loud, his other hand briefly clamping over your mouth again, muffling your hoarse cries that echo above the trees into the night sky. He gruffs for you to hush but in a tone laced with pride in what he has wrought.

As you float somewhere among the twinkly stars above, your lungs still heaving, he guides your slack, soaked fingers up to his face and plunges them between his hot lips, his moans vibrating your fingernails. 

In a partial daze, detached but mesmerised at how untamed he is, you watch him chasing his pleasure now—sucking your fingers so hard, repeatedly rutting into your thigh over and over until his whole body tenses. There is a ripple against your quad as he collapses over you, your fingers buried deep in his mouth, a warm, sticky bloom seeping through the wool of his trousers as he collapses over you.

“Anthony…” you appeal softly after a few moments, his weight almost too much to bear and with a grunt, he rolls to one side, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into an embrace as you lay on your sides.

“I do believe I have not soiled my britches as such since I was a teen; look what you have wrought from me,” he contends.

There is a brief moment when you fear you have wronged him, but then you catch his eye and see nothing but a twinkle of mischief and a handsome smirk. He is teasing you.

“There’s just something about you….” he hums, his knuckles caressing your cheekbone, the scent of your arousal still potent on his hand as you nudge into his touch. “You bring out the very best…. and very worst… in me. It took all I had not to ruin you right here,” he smiles, leaning down to claim a brief, soft kiss.

“I am not yet ruined, my lord?” you frown, and that makes him chuckle.

“Oh, we are just getting started, sweet one,” his silky voice laden with promise. “And I will be here again, midnight tomorrow, waiting for you. And for as many nights as you wish it…”

And what a beguiling idea that is.

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