#* {Verse: TBD}

[watsonjackpot]

+ @mutantmuses I Continued from here ( X )

+ It had been a TORTUREOUS few weeks . While even just being a RESERVE member of the new band of AVENGERS , which was an HONOR in its own right, she had been called away to help with things alongside Peter . And even with the unmistakable HELP they'd been able to bring , it had been time away from HOME . For someone who had wrestled with bouts of HOME-SICKNESS during her modelling and acting gigs, it had almost seemed TEN-FOLD this time .

" I missed you so much . " she breathed, each word seemingly hot with her breath . The thought of having to spend another hour or so at this PARTY when she just wanted to curl up with her lover seemed like TORTURE . Hence why she'd stolen this tiny moment away from all prying eyes. " It feels like ages since we've just been alone . "

[feyrevelry]

CONT. | @unascended

👑 ‘ The sheltered noble was too gentle-hearted, easily shaken, and painfully insistent on avoiding bloodshed whenever possible. When the brutal truth of the world beyond his gilded upbringing finally struck him, it did so with all the force of a collapsing building. Their first battle together, right outside the Emerald Grove, had ended with Sylverian throwing up and nearly fainting. Not exactly a heroic debut.

But time had passed. Battles had been fought. Their bond had deepened, and with it, Sylverian’s courage and resilience.

And yet, just when he began to believe he was as brave as the rest of them, the gods seemed to find amusement in proving him wrong by presenting him with another HORROR.

Like now.

❝Y-you… gods above——— Astarion, what have you done??❞ The words wrenched out of him, his breath came fast and shallow, trembling fingers pressed against his lips as if he could force down the nausea, the rising panic, the pure and utter dread coursing through him. It wasn’t just the brutality of it all. Sadly, they had encountered numerous mangled corpses before. What truly turned his stomach was Astarion’s joy. Knowing HE had done this. Seeing him so utterly at ease with the slaughter.

I'm not sorry at all.

Sylverian stepped back, shaking his head in a desperate refusal of the scene before him. He was afraid, unable to tear his gaze away from the bloodied corpse ; he didn’t dare look Astarion in the eye.

❝I-I told myself that I understood, t-that I could trust you... I chose to trust you! But this—— this is carnage! And you— .... you...❞ His voice broke, tears welled up. He wanted to RUN, but he felt like his legs might give out.

He wondered if Astarion could smell his fear. He wondered if he would be next...

[sankta-alina-s]

@starlsssankt

Alina considered the coins in her pocket as she looked upon the bolts of fabric. Marina seemed to be in need of new clothing faster than she could keep up with. These would last through the summer, yet another batch would be needed for the winter.

Each coin earned from taking in washing was saved for her daughter's upkeep. Alina's pregnancy with Marina had been fully unexpected- realized after she'd crossed the Fold weeks after the Winter Fete- yet she couldn't imagine her life without her daughter. The little girl hadn't shown any signs of being Grisha just yet, which allowed for the mother and daughter to remain in their West Ravkan home for a while longer. Alina knew it was only a matter of time however, what with the girl's lineage to speak of.

She parted with some of her coins in favor of a measure of blue calico and a brown cotton that she hoped would withstand the wear and tear of a four year old. Said four year old was not too interested with her mother's selections and was instead taken with the spools of ribbon on display at the next stall.

Alina paused her conversation with the elderly woman behind the counter at the gentle tugging of her daughter on her hand.

"Do you want a ribbon, malyshka?" she asked, supposing that another coin could be spared for the trifle. Ever since laying eyes on her daughter, red-faced and wriggling in her arms after being born, Alina strove to do whatever possible for her. If a ribbon for her hair would bring a smile to the little girl's face, then Alina would do so gladly.

She spoke with the woman about trivial town gossip for a few moments while Marina chose her ribbon. Alina eventually turned to the display, intending to hurry Marina along, when she noticed the lack of a four year old by the ribbons. Icy panic flooded her upon not spotting her daughter.

"Marina?!" she called, wildly scanning the area. She dropped the yards of fabric on the stall counter as her daughter's name once more formed on her lips.

Relief flooded her upon spotting Marina in the midst of an animated conversation a few stalls over, unknowing of her mother's panic. The momentary relief was quickly eclipsed by utter horror as Alina recognized who it was that was talking to her daughter.

Her breath came short and fast while her body temperature dropped. She'd been so careful to avoid notice or attention these past few years. This town knew her as Irina, while the last had called her Darya. Alina had even limited her use of the Small Science, just summoning enough light every few weeks to keep herself healthy.

How had this happened?

"Marina!" she called sharply as she darted toward her daughter. She grabbed the girl and hefted her into her arms, not carrying that her hands were no longer free if needed to summon, as having her daughter close was all that she could focus on.

For the first time in four years, Alina found herself meeting the eyes of the Darkling.

[vxmpirehunterd]

‘Bedroom Present’ *WINK WINK*

Send ‘Bedroom Present’ For the receiving muse to find the sending muse fully nude and laying seductively on their bed.

Cerulean blue eyes of the red-head fixated on the hunter, twinkling with a promise of mischief, and a sly smirk laced with lust unbecoming of a man of the cloth. The holy mage had been standing in that river--bathing out in the afternoon sun knowing the hunter had been lurking. Watching him. The river had separated the two and so did the dhampir's clothes.

But not for long...D decided he would join his new companion.

His nimble hands worked to unfasten his cloak and let it pool onto the ground beneath, along with his scarf and azure pendant. The gauntlets too must-- go along with his skin tight bodysuit armor and boots. Even the hat was discarded, leaving the dark hunter completely bare. His pallid body taking in the full rays of the light above. A rarity to witness by any person on the frontier. His hardened cock, an impressive length of near nine inches, swayed as he sauntered over to Angel. Cool water from the river greeted his feet, but the hunter did not shiver, he pushed forward going deeper. His vampiric weakness to the element be DAMNED, he did not care if the river took most of his strength and rendered him no more powerful than a mortal. D would brave the element anyway. Eventually allowing his entire lower half to be submerged by the surrounding water.

The hunter reaches out to the scarlet angel, embracing him with a kiss, his tongue exploring the depths and caverns of his mouth. Greedy was the locking of lips as they suckled on flesh and throaty moans erupted from their voices. D was palming over Angel's body, caressing solid muscle, enjoying the warmth that his skin produced. He allowed his hands to settle on the plump and perky ass of his now lover. Coiling his arms around him to lift him up against his own solid body.

D turned to walk back to solid ground with the Mage cradled in his arms. Still tasting one another's mouths. The hunter steps out of the water, droplets of it falling from his body like rain-- and places his sultry red-head onto the grass below, the crimson hair wet and clinging onto his body like blood soaked veins. Angel was a vision--how could a holy man be such a sinful sight to behold?

He descends to claim the plush lips of the Brit, and lowered his attentions more to his perky chest. Fleshy and firm they were as D's lips latched onto a nipple, suckling them while he slides a finger and then another into the Angel's wet hole. The mage cried out at the intrusion. A new sensation that shocked his system, leaving his mind blank.

[uraharashouten]

@insilence asked:

Byakuya knocks methodically and tensely at your door.

Once upon a Wednesday dreary, while he pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore... Kisuke became aware of a rap-tap-tapping on the Shōten's door.

"Tessai," he called out, flipping the page to continue his perusing. The knocking continued. "Tessai?" he called, a bit louder. There was no answer, but some distant clattering emanating from the kitchen told him that his companion was otherwise occupied. Sighing, he cast about for a bookmark, at last settling on a stray mangled old shopping list he found in his haori's pocket. Just as methodically as the knocking, he set the book aside, stood, and padded to the door.

"We're closed—" He halted as the door slid open enough to reveal his visitor. "Oh!" There was a beat as he stood, caught momentarily off-guard. "What an unexpected pleasure." The word was a euphemism; if Byakuya was here, he must be so with good reason. "Please, come in," he gestured, stepping aside to make room.

[oakthcrn]

💋

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. // accepting // @ofrataje / @ofskalice

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑷𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻. He wanted a kiss? The poor bloke was probably missing Henry. Lark held a finger to Hans and rummaged through her satchel before pulling out her lipstick. She hummed a tune as she traced her closed fist to make a pair of red lips. 

She did not hesitate to press it gently to Hans' lips while making some kissy noises. When she pulled her hand away, she began to throw her voice in the best impression of Henry she could muster. 

❝ 𝐎𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨. ❞ Lark couldn't help but snort and let out a laugh. 

 ❝  𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭.  ❞

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

"I don't want a nap! I'm not tired, Mama." (Thisshadeofred Orion)

"Yes, you are." Elphaba replied gently, unable to hide the faint smile on her lips at Orion's stubbornness--something he had inherited from both of his parents, clearly. But this habit of not resting enough was something that she hoped to break, for his own good. "You may say you aren't, you may even think you aren't, but it'll catch up to you. And then you'll wish that you listened to me and decided to take a nap. Ask me how I know."

@thisshadeofred

[fire-branded]

"What do you call it when a snowman has a tantrum?"

A pause.

"A meltdown."

[lured-into-wonderland]

"Don't touch my body." Circe hissed while staring at the stranger. Her ears lay flat as she kept clinging to the tree branch.

This was unexpected. Both the words and the person and the way that person was clinging to the tree branch. What was going on here?

Nunnally didn’t like the hissing tone of the stranger. Was she hissing at her? How utterly rude! As if even an assumption that she was going to touch was a valid one!

“I’ve had no intention…” – truly how could anyone suspect her of giving an unwanted touch. Probably the best she could do was to turn around and leave. But this advice was easier to be given than to get accepted (or even implemented) by a person like Nunnally. Curiosity. It was her strength but also her ultimate defect. So, instead of walking away (what was, indeed, what she should have done), Nunnally decided to sit down, and simply watch what was going to happen.

So, with a gentle sigh, she lowered herself onto the green grass; her movements slow and deliberate as if meant to challenge the lady clinging to that tree. Why was she even doing that? And who was she?

But as for now, Nunnally paid more attention to her dress (than to these questions). Perhaps out of stubbornness. She first smoothed the fabric of her skirt, ensuring it fanned perfectly around her long legs. Her long pale digits traced the edges of the dress that were adorned with most delicate lace. She glanced down, her eyes filled in with a mix of (fake) concentration and satisfaction as she meticulously arranged the hem.

Nunnally leaned back; ever so slightly, propping herself up on one hand while the other continued over her dress (but she, indeed, started to feel ridiculous).  She still took a moment to admire her handiwork (it looked better than she expected!), a small smile playing on her lips as she saw how beautifully the dress complemented the natural beauty of the meadow.

Finally, she moved her blue eyes back at Circe. It was the time she was to speak. Or at least so she imagined: --

“May I ask what are you doing up there? It’s not even that I would like to pry…” – but, indeed, she was prying, wasn’t she? – “But it’s such an unexpected occurrence to see a lady like yourself…in a situation…like this…” – embarrassing, wasn’t it?

“Are you perhaps looking for some help?”

@swordduels

[wxbslingers]

+ @fairtsuki I Continued from here ( X )

+ 「 📱」 — They're always good ones when they're about you ;) 「 📱」 — Or is that too cheesy to say first thing in the morning ?

[taoreshi]

a starter for @hyper-drive-muses Few things in the world were quite so delightful as the classic played game of cat and mouse. It could feel like an eternity listening to the scratchings and squeaks behind the wall; they were there. But where? It was only when one made a mad dash in the open world that the chase began. But if Innocence was vermin, what did it make their little hosts? The plague? Persistent as one, no doubt. But truthfully, to underestimate an exorcist or Innocence they wielded was... a pleasure Tyki could never tire of. Oh, how boring it would be to be God, omniscient, omnipotent, and all-loving! To ride the high was only possible after falling into the deepest lows. Panting, Tyki rounded yet another corner of this never-ending labyrinth, a flock of tired Teez bumbling behind him. Most had come to rest on his shoulders, although a few of the critters hopelessly wandered about the immediate area. His eyes lit up as he was met with another dead-end... But it was not entirely empty. Wiping the blood from his mouth from their earlier conflicts, Tyki gave a charismatic, friendly wave. "Oh, we must stop meeting like this. ~" His hand dropped to tickle at one of the deadly butterflies to coax it to his finger and make it his weapon. Instead, it drooped dramatically, pretending to be dead. Er-- maybe it was? He poked it again, and it twitched. Ahhh, very dead indeed. "...I was almost hoping you would have found it by now... Or the exit." He sighed exhausted, as though they had not just battered each other senseless no more than 20 minutes ago.

[watsonjackpot]

+ @bstandsforbabydaddy I Continued from here ( X )

+ Mary Jane DID know that she was more than capable of letting a bratty side of herself show . As many times as she had ACTED the part on set for some role , it wasn't an IMPOSSIBLE part for her to play by any stretch of the imagination . But hearing that it somehow had slipped out without her knowing ? That not only made her raise a BROW , but also bristle just a bit more at the insinuation .

But then she heard that response from her husband, and the urge to absolutely take it to the limit became IMPOSSIBLE for her to ignore .

If he wanted a brat ? Oh, he was going to get one !

" If you think I'm acting so bratty , Tiger ? Come over here and make me . "

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@mythosisms : for Elysia & Skye

The moment Skye felt the cosmic pull he settled the bill and went through the round of goodbyes to his friends at the pub. They chided him about the earliness of his departure on a Friday night as he all but booked out the door. Driving a little faster than normal, he sped home knowing what was happening on the other end. There was a biting desperate need to get Ely as soon as possible.

It had only been a couple weeks since the witch unceremoniously entered into a young woman's nightmares. It had been a holiday weekend, and Skye thought to do a little traveling without leaving home aided by some edibles. About an hour into his trip, the compulsion to lay down became so strong he didn't resist. Outside on his hammock, he fell asleep almost underneath the starlit sky. The next thing he knew he found himself being pulled through the in-between by an instinct which eventually led him to Ely.

Rushing inside his home, he undressed as he made his way to the bedroom. Grabbing his cell out before he tossed his pants and crashed into bed. Quickly, he began searching for his favorite hypnosis track in case. Not that he needed it. Eyes closed he willed himself to sleep within the first few seconds. Skye's ability to control his sleep state had increased recently, and he wasn't sure why.

The pull into the astral was almost instant. His body was paralyzed in a sleep state, but his soul awoke. He felt the vibrational pull accompanied by the familiar swoosh as his consciousness lifted up and out from his body. Pausing he looked down and saw himself comfortably sleeping before he moved towards the bedroom door.

The moment he opened he was no longer in his home. Instead, in a vast hallway with several doors and multiple staircases taking him anywhere and sometimes nowhere. The liminal space felt infinite and was how he moved through the astral. It was always the same, the halls were painted a creamy beige with white tiles on the floor. The entire space is illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights overhead and has all the appeal and comfort of industrial Cold War-era decor. Skye didn't even have to think. He let his feet guide him through a door trusting he was being drawn towards the tenacious woman.

Countless screams and pleas echoed throughout but he was only concerned about one. Skye went to work immediately changing the scene. He colored over the smoky dark air with a blue sky and fluffy clouds. The torture soundtrack had to go. Instead, he filled the atmosphere with a backdrop of his favorite Bob Marley album as he continued on toward Ely pitched up on a throne made of bones.

It was a scene reminiscent of an 80's heavy metal album, and frankly, it disturbed him to the point he had to close his eyes for a moment as searing anger reared up. The best thing he could do was manipulate the state and rage would only get in the way. The torturous god, Hades stood with a flamed chained whip ready to strike her again, and with only a mental push he flipped the scene. The god disappeared instantaneously and the whip he wielded shattered as if made of ice as it hit the ground.

Skye comes upon Ely in her beaten state, and he shifts the bone throne into a plush purple couch. He only had to lift his hand for a wet cloth to appear before gently wiping it across her forehead. Shame ate away at him given the abuse she endured waiting for him, "I'm sorry it took me so long. I wasn't home when I got the call."

Skye took a knee and extended a hand resting it on her shoulder as guilt reflected in his eyes. Letting out a deep breath before he reassured her, "Everything is going to be alright now." As long as he remained here he'd have complete control.

[hallowxeve]

+ @dothesaving asked: "Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve violence?"

+ " Isn't VIOLENCE the only way that things get done ? " It was a BLUFF ; as much a MASK as the one that covered her face , obscuring how much FEAR was bubbling up inside of her . She had heard RUMBLINGS within Beyond Corp ; ideas of PARALLEL UNIVERSES , ones that could HOLD untold amounts of technological advances that could be brought back to THEIRS . Perhaps POKING around the ruins of the Corporation's headquarters in New York hadn't been the BEST idea in hindsight . But with more and more of Ben's memories SLIPPING away , the OPTIONS that had been presented to her were ones that she found herself TAKING and hoping for the best .

That BEST hadn't involved being taken to a New York that clearly wasn't her own . Did a version of her even exist here ? Or Ben ?

One look at the figure in front of her left no doubts as to whether or not MARY JANE existed here . And if she did , no doubt Peter wasn't far behind . " If only you KNEW just how effective it could be . "

[vxmpirehunterd]

edelweissmage: "Bedroom Present" (it appears Vailintin is also in A Mood)

Send ‘Bedroom Present’ For the receiving muse to find the sending muse fully nude and laying seductively on their bed.

The Delacey residence, a massive estate with the appearance of a sprawling old Victorian mansion. One that happily opened its doors to the world weary hunter without complaint by the owner of this land. Vailintin. They were a florist, with a specialty for using magic to influence the plant life on these grounds, helping them grow, and bloom into beautiful arrays of floral arrangements. They were gifted with their hands and so eager to help the black huntsman with no charge. Just out of the sheer kindness of their hearts.

Vailintin was as pure and beautiful as a lily that could be found in the gardens. But if you told them that--they'd bashfully disagree.

D had offered his hand to help the pale florist on their estate many a time, but every time he asked-- Vailintin declined. Wanting nothing more than the dhampir's company. A strong desire to serve and make sure the needs of the honored guest were met.

But it was nightfall now at the Delacey estate. D decided to return to his room after perusing the library, figuring that Vailintin would be stopping by his room to check on him, or bring him dinner. It was the standard routine during his stay. The hunter reaches his bedroom in the east wing, turning the knob and shutting the door behind him.

And in front of him was Vailintin...but fully undressed and waiting for him.

The slender, and pale body of the florist was on full display, illuminated by moonlight. Their white hair a glowed like a halo in the night. They. Were. Utterly...ravishing. D closes the distance between them, his long legs carrying him forward in a near blink of an eye. D understood now what Vailintin meant by keeping them company. And like an honor bound warrior, the hunter had no qualms in returning a favor, or fulfilling a debt. The pale florist was always so compassionate to him and now--it was time D showed a bit of his own compassion.

Strong arms clad in black circle around the mage and lift them up, allowing them to wrap their legs around him as they began to kiss. Greedy lips collided, sucking and nipping at the other's flesh. Vailintin had smelled of the flowers they took great care of. Fresh, woodsy and sweet. One of D's hands moved to caress the ass of the florist, kneading the skin underneath his touch. Vailintin mewled into the hunter's mouth, pleased with the attention. D walks over to his bed with the florist still cradled in his arms and set them down gently on the plush comforter.

The blue eyes of the florist gaze up at the hunter lovingly, reaching out to caress the regal cheekbones of the dhampir. D leans down to kiss Vailintin again, then moves to kiss their flat chest and latches his lips onto a pink nipple. A moan erupts from his petite lover, as he continues to suck on the sensitive bud. But D was not done with his affections--oh no--far from it. He was just getting started.

The hunter removes his mouth from the florist's chest to descend upon their half hardened length and swallowed the smaller cock of his lover. The five inches of length was easily devoured by D's mouth, the tip of Vailintin's cock barely hit the back of the hunter's throat. Head and lips bobbed up and down, sucking the pink member. The florist was powerless against the warmth of the dhampir's mouth, legs trembling, the electric feel of a blooming orgasm collecting in their groin.

Loud sounds of slurping and moaning filled the room, until finally the petite lover of D released in the hunter's mouth. Hot seed being swallowed with a moan. The hunter offers Vailintin a sly smile as his fingers start spreading open the tight hole of the mage. And D's head descends further to place his tongue on the rim of muscle. The pink appendage was swirling around Vailintin's entrance and dips inside...tasting the cavity. He flicks his tongue inside the heat, licking the inside of the silken walls.

Vailintin cries D's name as they are being mercilessly eaten out.

[indirecticn]

@dr-foster

how it begins is purely accidental. at least, that's what he says to himself when recalling the heated moment outside that grimy excuse for a tavern in this spit of a midgardian city.

he didn't mean to follow the man, it just happened his path was also loki's path. he didn't mean to catch the man unawares when the man began to fumble in his jacket for what loki realizes is something of a knife.

a poor excuse for one, but sharp and winking in the moonlight, and a danger to midgardians at least.

but what loki did do, with all the intention to see it through poured into the action, was catch the man's wrist and twist it behind the man's back until the bones gave a most satisfying crack, paired with the man's hoarse holler.

and a woman's scream, there was that too, and he supposed she never had any intention of being mugged so two accidents and here loki was doing the right thing. sort of.

he had thought of it as a one time deal, a sort of, well.. i didn't MEAN to cross that path but since i DID, and since i needed a little action to work out this frustration on, why not save the day, just once?

but then it happened again... and again.... and again... and each time it became a little less accidental until loki was now watching for a foul midgardian to fuck up and deserve a bit of godly retribution. thor couldn't know, nor his friends, nor val (well maybe val would understand, he thought.) because they would put a stopper in this delicious new drought he was imbibing.

heroics in the shadows allowed for him to release the pent up energy, the pent up... something, gnawing at his bones like nidhoggr at the roots of the world tree. whatever it was he refused to name it and instead sated the sensation with blood and bone from those who deserved to have both spilled and broken.

it was a shame that his secret had a life of it's own and seemed to guide him to cross paths with yet another letch following some woman on purpose.

because the woman, in question, happened to be... " my lady, are you oh-oh fuck me with a norn stone."

loki had a foot on the man's back, the midgardian knocked clean out, and his hand had reached out to none other than doctor jane foster. of all the fucking people!