#audrey interaction

[devilhvrns]

open: any muse: audrey 'aj' mcshane, she/her, pan, baker, plot inspo: so good - halsey

‘When you left I bet you held her body closer. And I was hoping you would tell her it was over.’ Wishful thinking really, to hope that they could be reunited.

[bloodhxney]

tag drop: audrey james mcshane

[devilhvrns]

His words echo in her mind but AJ can't rip herself away from the one person who had been there for her her whole life. But her best friend lay dead mere feet away from her, a swarm of infected around the other woman's body and more coming in from either side. "I can't just leave her here!" She finally shouts to him, like Jo could maybe still be alive after all of that. It was her fault. She'd been too slow she-- AJ is shaky on her feet, the weight of it all that guilt hitting her like a ton of bricks and tears freely rolling down her cheeks. They need to leave, the man is right but she can't will herself to move.

open to : anyone (f for romantic) 30+ plot: your muse just watched their love one d*e at the hands of the infected , while they were out scavenging for supplies . there's more circling in on them but your muse doesn't want to leave them behind .

" 𝚑𝚎𝚢  !  𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗  ,  I  know  you  don't  want  to  leave  em'  but  we  got  to  get  the  hell  out  of  here  ! "

[farizrz]

Rc Welcome Screen Summer 2025 - Waifu Edition -

[devouringdevoutly]

Banal [G!P]

Summary: If Jesus had already died for her sins, would it be truly wrong for her to indulge in them?

Note: I'm just a lesbian with a breeding kink with raging catholic guilt. Also, this has been rotting in my drafts since March of last year and I just wanted to finally publish it. Probably the wrong time to post since the pope just died. Again, this is a work of fiction and does not reflect real life situations and relationships. Originally posted on ao3. CW: Smut, Church Sex, Demon Sex, Religious Guilt, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Futanari, G!P/Girl Penis, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lemon. Pairing: Audrey/Bada Language: English Words: 2,491

There was a part of her that wanted to consume her whole.

Like the body of Christ placed against her tongue except, it was hot, heavy, slicked, and pulsing. She was a god walking amongst mortals, a once in a lifetime experience for a mere peasant like her, she was so blessed. Felt so blessed she might just light everything aflame and leave her religion behind, build a place of worship on her bed and in between her pale milky legs that would have a trail of red marks from her ever tight grip. Please her in every way she can, have her writhing and moaning out of pleasure with every touch and kiss that lingered against her marble like body. 

Her whole devotion to a quiescent god was immediately thrown out of the window, the moment the younger woman stood tall despite her shorter stature and beaming with unspoken confidence in front of the church that shamed her time and time again, even if she wasn't of any attendance in the first place. They shamed her for they envied her. After all, why would a woman that was beguiling beyond words, a beauty that rivaled the gods from the lows and beyond what they knew would donate such a handsome amount to their church? She was of no title, no family, no known relatives in the land she currently stood upon. In short, she was a nomad. Worse, she did not attend church at all till recently, so what was her reason? Did she plan to covet something or someone rather? What would she gain from a flimsy church that Bada devoted her youth for? 

The young woman—called Miss Lane by the residents, was dressed rather provocatively for a place like church but who's to say that she was actually inappropriately clothed? Even God did not judge and pick those who wanted to be claimed as his children and enter the gates of heaven once they pass. All eyes turned on her with every step she took with her striking red heels softly clacking against the carpeted aisle. She walked right into the aisle and took a dip as elegant as a swan before heading to one of the pews. 

The mass was starting soon and everyone was sitting at their usual places. Bada would serve along with the nuns but she wasn't one herself, she had offered herself to the convent time and time again but was refused every single time with reason being that she was too young and that her mind would change someday. Bada wanted to laugh at them in disbelief, she's already been adopted by the church. Was there anything left to prove to them? Nonetheless she respected their judgement and rejection. All the while she left feeling defeated, wanting to prove to the elders that she was more than ready to offer herself to God and the church.

She soon ate her own words, her devotion being tested as the young woman she was ushering perfidiously gazed at her. The young maiden eyed her from head to toe, not breaking eye contact as she offered a hundred dollar bill into the makeshift cloth basket Bada was handing out. She couldn't help but feel like she was a fille de joie perilously parading herself in the streets, trying to attract the attention of anyone who was interested enough to pay her for her time. Her body felt warm out of embarrassment at the thought, she was a woman and child of God and it was wrong to think of herself that way. She was raised by him though from afar but not letting her stray away from the righteous paths to his kingdom.

Her eyes widened as she finally realized how much the maiden had offered her, the rumors were true. The woman in front of her was made of wealth, she wonders if it was to make a good impression to the town she has arrived in but it doesn't seem like it, with how she was dressed and how she carried herself. One could only wonder what her real intentions were.

Weeks had passed since then and Audrey did not fail to attend mass every Sunday, always offering a huge sum of money whenever Bada was the assigned usher to her. Seems like the church has caught up to it and was using it to their advantage, not hesitating to sell one of their own as long as money came in. 

And with every offering, Audrey's tender hands would get closer to hers. A wide array of confusing feelings bloomed within her and the chaos of it kept her up at night, with her remembering the slightest grazes of their skin and the cheshire-like smile Audrey would give her every time. She wonders if it was intentional or was it simply a kind gesture for she was serving her right in front of the eyes of the Lord? Audrey gave her the attention she so desperately craved for, one that she helplessly and tirelessly tried to look for within the walls of Christianity. 

Audrey's hands were soft, unbelievably soft and smooth like they were made out of pillows but also ivory. Bada felt embarrassed as she compared it to hers, her fingers were long, daunt, jagged, and dry after years of menial work and physical labor. Audrey's fingers were quite long as well but not as long as hers… she wonders how it would feel intertwined against her own. Was it sinful to think of doing such an act with a fellow woman? It didn't mean anything immoral if she only meant friendship, right? 

Right. 

Audrey's eyes were captivating on their own, they were big, brown, and doe like but it was filled with such ferocity at times that she couldn't help but wonder just what was going on within the younger woman's pretty little head. Does she also think of Bada when sleep doesn't befall her? Does she also seek company from the Church? Just what did the young woman want for her to come back from time and time again? 

Yet here she was finding herself staring at the younger woman's legs, what a shameful act it is for a fellow woman like her especially during a Sunday mass. But… she couldn't help it as Audrey wore a pair of black stilettos and a black gingham summer dress, the red bottom of her heels as red and glossy as her lips the last time they had met. Bada gulps at the thought of what had happened the last time they had… talked. 

Audrey's skirt was lifted and her bare ass was pressed against the floral metal grills of Bada's bedroom windows, the sunlight creating a halo effect against her back. All the while Bada's mouth was stuck to hers as her long inexperienced fingers gently roamed her soaking cunt. Audrey was never the type to give herself away so easily but there was something about the woman's puppy-like demeanor that wanted her in every sense. Audrey's breath hitches as the older woman got down on her knees to lap her up, every motion almost implying how hungry she was for her and Audrey took that as an invitation to push the older woman's head further to her in between. God bless Bada's stupendously big nose for being perfectly aligned with her sensitive clit.

It didn't take a while for Audrey to moan loudly as she reached her high. Bada's chin was wet with her cum and some sick part of Audrey wanted to take advantage of it. Her left hand lingered on Bada's cheek while she lifted her chin with her right hand, the woman looking up at her still kneeling and begging for her attention like a dog.

"Stand up." Audrey demands somehow softly and Bada doesn't question one bit. She then fervently pulled Bada into an enthralling kiss once the older woman finally stood up from her earlier position. Bada groans out of pleasure with how harsh the younger woman was being. Audrey swears she could taste herself undiluted with Bada's tongue playing with hers. 

It was lewd, disgusting, impudent… but who cares? Truly? Not the father that had vanished from her estranged mother's life. Not the said mother that abandoned her in front of the Church's doors, almost leaving her infant self to die from the cold that night. Not even the Church—the only family of Bada that she held in essence, the one that basically sold the pious woman to Audrey for large donations. 

And surely not the God that had left her astray in Audrey's arms. 

If God had truly cared for her then he would not have left her downtrodden for most of her life. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, that the God she was once so sure of serving… has always turned a blind on her. Maybe she could have Audrey all to herself in this way without the fear of being struck by his lightning of judgment and anger. After all, Bada was just one of the hundred lambs that were being shepherded around and frolicked in his open field. She too was sure that in time, she'll be lost and found.

The older girl was snapped out of her thoughts as she could hear Audrey slightly giggle in her seat. She had caught Bada staring at her and she could only blush out of embarrassment before turning her attention back to her chore. The young woman only smiled at her teasingly, her cheeks high and summer kissed making her look like a doll. 

Audrey felt victorious in some way. 

She had a believer of God kneeling down for her, asking for her presence, and begging to spare her any form of her attention. She had Bada's purity blackened just by her presence. She had started to rot the older woman from the inside just as she intended right from the start. 

The devil came to town and came knocking right against Bada's closed doors.

Weeks passed and it had escalated quite quickly. With Bada finally having the courage to have proper intercourse with the younger woman. Or so they say she was. She chose to believe that Audrey wasn't, for her own sanity. Only an ungodly being would be capable of unleashing her inner demons within the prying eyes of the Church.

Perhaps it was too harsh for Bada to judge Audrey for what she was. It could be possible that she was human too… but she could see the divine within Audrey's parted legs, her cunt puffy, throbbing, and inexplicably wet—asking, no. Begging to be fucked by Bada's angry red cock.

The first time Bada had put it in the younger woman, she felt as if she was home. It was a funny thing to say, as her cock was enclosed within a cave of an eagerly pulsing wet muscle. But it truly did feel like she had found salvation within Audrey and her sickeningly sweet kisses.

Bada couldn't help but thrust further and deeper into her. Audrey's arms and legs wrapped around her impressively built back, her nails digging into her skin and leaving bloody crescent shaped wounds. Everytime she had been inside the younger girl felt like a black hole trying to suck her in with no plans of letting her go. Not that Bada ever planned on escaping anyway. She wanted to be consumed whole by Audrey and only her.

They both reached their highs and came. Raw. Always. Filling Audrey's womb with so much cum that the younger woman could only whimper as it leaked out of her already sopping wet cunt, clenching and unclenching onto nothing—desperately holding onto every drop. It had always put a sick smile on Bada's face as she watched Audrey beneath her. Sadistic tendencies rose within her head as she watched Audrey writhe in her arms. Was this the same perverted pleasure God felt for when he had to punish his own creation?

As Audrey melted into her arms, Bada always made sure to bury her nose in every bit of Audrey's skin within her reach, getting a whiff of her lovely lavender scent, and placing chaste kisses against her nape, collarbone, and even arms. There was no need for words as Audrey already knew of her silent devotion. Bada knew that she was letting greed get to her as she practically begged on her knees like a kicked puppy asking her owner for milk. And she eagerly fucked the smaller girl as if she no longer cared if she had sinned again and again.

It was no surprise that Audrey had started showing signs.

It was the seed of Bada's lust finally taking fruit in a soil that was never meant to be sodden with in the first place.

She had taken Audrey on almost every surface of the Church she had once placed her devotion in. Instead of the holy one, Bada had prayed to another altar; a biological one, one that was not explicitly written in the holy scriptures before her and left her starving for more every time they were done. But mighty is the sword that penetrates the devil's daughter. 

From the sweat that ran down Audrey's back down to her buttocks and thighs as they salaciously fucked on the creaking wooden floor of Bada's humble bedroom. Or when they would get too frisky as Audrey lingered after Church hours, mischief in her eyes as she waltzed down the space as Bada cleaned. And it almost always ending up with Bada fucking Audrey with her fingers right against the Church’s columns, the same one that holds the stoup of agua sancta.

No one had really batted an eye nor question her relationship with Audrey. They just let her be. It truly did make Bada wonder if anyone aside from her beloved, had grown to care for her or even just her wellbeing as a child of the Church. But the answer was clear. It was only herself who had locked her true desires in her own prison of righteousness. If Jesus had already died for her sins, would it be truly wrong for her to indulge in them? To enjoy the delights of life and to live free, to love whom her heart screamed out for? Was it truly wrong to fuck the sopping tight cunt of the devil's daughter? The same being that God had brought forth into this world with the expectation that His children will not stray away from his arms. That they will do good and be good. That they will not lean into the arms of temptation.

But only time will tell.

As Bada had already made her choice. She chose what her heart yearned for… acceptance and belonging.

And it was only within Audrey's embrace that she had finally revelled what she was. 

A sinner.

[wingedsandwichsong]

have no idea if i already posted about this

but i cannot waiit for gordon to interact with the rest of the chracters from s4 like, aughhh so much potential. especially taht one dude forgot his name, who thinks he plays the drums.

like srly, warren is treated like a mega nerd when gordon is probably worse, look at all these futuristic shit. dont get me started on GORD

also, im saying this bc i just want EVERYONE from the og crew to apologize to gordon. i know thats probs not going to happen, but he deserves something

[angstsplatter]

The part in Haven where Nathan gives up all pretenses of hating Duke and starts getting super huggy with him 😭

And Duke is always so surprised by this intimacy, and Nathan is just so quick and free and unashamed with it

I know the end is nigh, and I just try to soak in all these little moments of the softness between them 😭

[tcoaal]

Do you think Andrew is actually, canonically trans?

Why so?

And do you think he would be bad representation for trans?

haha sorry this is gonna get longer than intended

canonically? nah, i highly doubt Nemlei has any actual interest in exploring LGBT topics using TCOAAL, i think if she was she was we would've gotten like, some stuff by now and more outwardly queer themes in TCOAAL's writing.

that being said, it is really fun to think about- @cannibal-pentecost could talk about this a lot better than me since she's been a lot more devoted to the hc, but there are... a lot of little things that shows Andrew having a complicated relationship with masculinity that has resonated with me and other trans women, one of the best new things being him remarking how "girly" it is to kill himself by cutting in one of the endings towards Shots and Such.

that being said... you know, that last question is a really funny one to me, and the real reason i wanted to answer this.

strictly speaking? yeah. he's an incestious cannibal who can in Decay literally murder a child for no reason other than frustration, is implied to have coerced his ex into a sexual relationship she didn't want, and a Bunch Of Other Bad Things. Andrew would be terrible trans rep.

... but what does that even mean, anymore?

we're always trannies in their eyes. to society. being a trans woman, living in transmisogyny: every single day is a struggle to not be a tranny. because there's a difference to the world.

the polite (but confidant, but not too confidant), socially respectable (you must not have kinks that defy society's expectations or must be an uwu soft bean), noble (you must have never done anything bad ever) trans woman. and a dime-in-a-dozen problematic tranny. one is a "woman" society barely tolerates at absolute best, while the other is a "woman" to society that is free to demean and use as the reason why to demean all the "good" trans women, even by those who we should call our sisters. the more i think about it, the more i think about the lie sold to me that i so earnestly believed- that we must love all trans women unconditionally when our own sisters will so often throw us under the bus and offer up us dime-in-a-dozen problematic trannies as a sacrifice so they can feel safe. i can't even post this in the trans tags, i don't feel like getting into another drama with randos.

i know it's not too related to this but you know. once, a trans lesbian hc blog got hacked by transmisogynists. i saved every single post to save that work before i started uploading it again. i was into happy sugar life at the time.

this ask alone inflicted trauma that hasn't faded after almost 7 years lol. i was literally an anti that had a complicated relationship with HSL and i was decried as a problematic tranny for it.

so what does good trans rep really mean? what does it mean for us to write good representation as opposed to bad representation?

so what if Andrew Graves would be the scummiest trans woman ever. so what if she'd be awful representation. we'll still just be trannies to them. something barely tolerated at best.

... so if she is one, what's so wrong with that? let her be bad representation. it's fine. it doesn't really matter. and i will defend people's rights to be able to headcanon what they want

[lsleofthelost]

descendants tweets [31/?] miscellaneous

[devilhvrns]

@anunkindncss sent "You texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing." from Gavin

'I did?' AJ looked confused as she looked down to the phone in her hand. Sure enough, she Nyquil texted the hell out of Gavin's phone. 'Oh, shit I'm so sorry.' Apologizing as she stepped aside to let him into her apartment if he wanted to. He came all this way after. 'You do not have to stay here,' Sniffling as she spoke only elicited a cough. 'I don't want you catching whatever this is.'

[justkissmewip]

Character Post: Audrey/Alistair Sawyer

"It’s when I want to express how I feel the most that I make the biggest mess of it. What is wrong with me? I don't know."

Audrey/Alistair Sawyer is a complicated person. Rude, obnoxious, and self-centered come to mind if you ask somebody to describe them. Their behaviour has made it difficult for them to integrate properly into the social dynamics at St. Augustine, not that they are aware of it. Or at least, they sure act like they are not.

But these assessments of A's personality barely scratch the surface of who they are. Because they can be generous, sympathetic, and even remorseful. A feels intense pressure as the heir to the Sawyer family business, which has a trickle effect into the way they act and carry themself. They struggle to properly articulate their feelings, often saying the complete opposite of what they are truly thinking.

One things for sure, the PC will have their hands full with A Sawyer as their partner in crime when it comes to this body swapping fiasco. But at least it will promise to be an eventful year.

Year: Senior

Appearance: They are thin and lithe with pale skin. Dyed red hair with brown roots barely poking out. Eyes are a cloudy blue, verging on grey. If male, wears a fancy watch and a golden chain; if female, wears an assortments of bracelets and a golden necklace. Speaks with a slight twang, but it's hardly noticeable. Their lithe frame is attributed to the fact that they are not accustomed to much physical exertion.

Height: if male: 6'0; if female: 5'6

Likes: sweets and candy, easy tasks, praise, making their parents proud, thriller TV shows

Dislikes: E Jefferson, the PC (sometimes), being proven wrong, vegetables, sometimes K Berg honestly, cheap toilet paper, romantic comedies, homework

Character Song: Vanilla Salt - Yui Horie

This post is subject to change.

[intimaecys]

she  could  count  on  both  hands  ,   both  feet  ,   and  beyond  the  amount  of  people  who  told  her  this  job  must  be  so  easy.   who  wouldn't  want  to  get  paid  to  do  this  ?   who  wouldn't  want  a  life  of  fucking  one  beautiful  woman  after  another  ,   having  thousands  more  of  them  watching  ,   sending  constant  words  of  affirmation  ,   validation  ,   attention.   at  least  for  her  ,   her  muscular  form  and  presentation   —   the  short  hair  ,   the  decidedly  un  -  feminine  clothes   —   may  save  her  some  of  the  constant  harassment  that  her  fellow  creators  face  ,   but  not  all  of  it.   one  of  her  anchors  had  always  been  sienna  ,   a  girl  she'd  only  met  last  year.   they  flirt  plenty  ,   publicly  across  social  media  ,   as  a  means  to  drive  engagement.   mutual  cooperation.   hard  to  say  just  when  it  stopped  being  so  performative.   long  conversations  about  their  place  in  the  industry  turned  into  conversations  about  their  lives  ,   who  they  were  before  this  ,   who  they  wanted  to  be  after  it.   and  then  this.   at  a  non  -  descript  place  ,   somewhere  they  rented  specifically  to  avoid  some  creep  tracking  them  down  ,   audrey  walked  out  of  one  of  the  spare  rooms  wearing  nothing  but  the  veiny  length  of  her  strap.   had  to  pause  ,   seeing  the  girl  waiting  for  her  there  on  the  bed  ,   getting  everything  set  up.   she'd  seen  sienna  naked  hundreds  of  times  ,   never  in  person.   “   hey  ,   ”   she  spoke  up  ,   voice  a  bit  gravely.   “   you  know how you want me to start ?  ”   always  led  performances  when  called  upon  ,   she  was  the  one  who  did  most  of  the  physical  work  anyway.   but  this  is  business  ,   one  they  both  shared  now.   she  slowly  walked  over.   “   maybe  you  could  suck  me  off , you know , give me the doe eyes ,   get  everyone   .  .  .   ready  ,   before  we  do  anything  else.   ”   looked  down  ,   unable  to  help  it , eyebrow raised.   “   anyone  else  ever  tell  you  your  ass  looks  better  in  person  ?   how  many  fucking  squats  do  you  do  a  week  ?   ”   someone  to  talk  ,   given  her  muscular  frame. // @ovriit

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @finalepic

standing by the outskirts she’s almost worried audrey might not notice her, watching carefully as her eyes scan over the words and then around the room. lula is rather pleased when she makes her way over quickly as soon as she's noticed, letting out a laugh. “i am known for always knowing when to make an entrance,” she muses, idly brushing some hair back from her shoulder. “now i feel you’re going to be awfully disappointed when i just say my plan was just leaving. remind me to bring my passport next time, hm?” unfortunately given that she hadn’t thought any further than just sending the text to get the attention she wanted, she lifts her shoulders in a bit of a shrug as she mulls through ideas. “my place? a cosy bar? we can walk and see where the night takes us?”

[young-botanical-genius]

@just-me-and-the-toaster

Seymour shivered in the cold night air as he walked down Skid Row's quiet streets. He didn't know where exactly he was planning on going, all he knew was that he needed to get out of the shop for a little while. The nightmare that he had awoken from minutes before, filled with blood and vines and the deep, rumbling laughter of a certain hungry plant, had been so distressing that he had practically thrown himself out of bed, hurrying to put on his glasses, a pair of socks, shoes, and an old, worn winter coat over his pajamas before making a quick exit through the back door of the building. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous look for an up-and-coming experimental botanist such as himself, but given that the late (...or early?) hour meant that there was barely anyone around, let alone the press, he couldn't bring himself to care much about the way he looked right now.

His heart was still pounding in his chest as images from his horrible dream continued to pass through his mind. Maybe he deserved to feel this kind of fear. He had done so many terrible things lately. Yes, perhaps Orin's death could be justified, but leading Mr. Mushnik into the plant? ...What had he been thinking?

His spiral of thoughts was interrupted once he snapped back into reality, realizing where he was; standing in front of Schmendrik's. And... the lights were still on? Huh. Having never visited at such an ungodly time before, he somehow hadn't known this place was a 24-hour establishment.

...Maybe some cheap food, or at least the atmosphere of the place, would help in calming his head.

Deciding not to hesitate any longer, Seymour made his way towards the door. The bell chimed as he opened it and stepped inside, and he let out a quiet sigh as slightly warmer air replaced the chill that had previously surrounded him. Taking a quick glance around, he was grateful to find that there seemed to be nobody here. Nobody, except for a familiar head of blonde hair seated in one of the booths.

Audrey?

Drawn to the sight, he stepped nearer to the figure, blinking in surprise once a closer look confirmed that it was indeed his girlfriend (god, it still felt so strange to think about her like that!) sitting there. What's she doing here?

"...Audrey?" he called out softly, walking forwards until he was standing right over the booth, curiosity and concern for the woman he loved overtaking him. "...What are you doing here? ...Shouldn't you be in bed?"

[theirdiaries-a]

∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ starter for: brooke maddox. (@starsdrew)

since audrey arrived, there'd been a lack of people that they knew from their previous life. mystic had been kind to them, but it wasn't home. the chaos did, however, subdue and things were relatively normal in the town. that didn't mean they weren't lonely. at the sight of brooke, audrey couldn't help but to offer a grin. "i was wondering when i was going to run into you," they jest, clearly happy to see her.

[lscpu]

I love how in ‘Wishful Thinking’ Dean is super excited about haunted women’s showers, but it’s Sam who realizes that the ‘ghost’ is just some creep who wished to be invisible so he can spy/prey on women.

With Dean so excited, if that occurred to him and not Sam, well, damn. That would’ve been weird at the least, mostly outright predatory. Because explain how you came to that conclusion, Dean Winchester? What thoughts were you thinking?

It seems so simple and obvious, but that’s just great writing there. Not making their womanizer character into an outright bastard even by accident.