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blujaydoodles · 7 years

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@songbased and now Kiele :D

What is your character’s favorite type of food, or specific dishes that they love? Is there a reason behind their fondness?

She really likes fresh fruits! Also, it’s cliche but she does really like spicy food. They don’t have a lot of hot spices where she’s from, so it’s kind of a fun novelty for her, plus it’s a point of pride and a bit of a power move to eat something ungodly fucking hot and not be bothered by it, lol

Does your character favor a certain color? Are many of their clothes this color?

Everything she owns is red or gold. Gotta work that Aesthetic

What is your character’s favorite instrument? Can they play it, or do they just enjoy listening?

She’s really into drums! She loves to dance so she can’t resist a good beat.

What is your character’s favored weapon?

Whips. She dances with flaming whips for attention money, but they’re also fun for... other applications

How does your character deal with having something on their mind? Do they show it, or get quiet? Do they talk about it? Are there any coping mechanisms they have that others may notice?

She doesn’t really know how to have or express feelings like a functional adult, so she tends to convert any and all negative emotion into Anger, if she can help it. If the thing on her mind isn’t something she can really get angry about, she’ll tend to get pissy and lash out in general.

If your character is angry or aggravated with another character / party member, how do they deal with it?

Say so, immediately. She’s not shy about confrontation, to say the least.

What are your character’s pet peeves?

‘Kaylee’ ‘Keelie’ ‘Kelly’

How long does it take for your character to confront or deal with something that is on their mind / a problem? If contingent on the type of problem, what are they more capable of handling?

She’ll usually confront problems head on and as soon as possible. She doesn’t like being weighed down with Issues and Baggage and prefers a direct approach to getting rid of problems. However, if the problem is something like ‘a loved one died and I’m having a hard time’ that can’t really be Fixed, she has a really hard time dealing with things like that.

Is your character affectionate? Whom does your character choose to share affection with?

This is interesting because on the one hand, she’s super affectionate with most people she meets, whether it’s platonic or flirty, but she’s also emotionally A Disaster so it’s hard to say how much of it comes from a place of genuine affection

If a fellow party member has a problem or concern, how (if at all) does your character deal with it? Do they try to help? Would it depend on the party member?

It would depend on the party member. If she didn’t care about them, she’d tend towards a ‘that sounds like a You Problem’ attitude. She’s cool with the current party right now, though, so if it was something she wanted to help with, her approach is, again, whatever is the most direct, confrontational, and/or active-- ‘How do I Fix This?’ ‘Who do I kill?’

What are some habits that your character has? Do they have a morning or night time ritual?

She’s not much of a habit-former, for the most part. She’d rather be flexible and unpredictable.

Does your character have any unusual sleeping habits? How much do they sleep, where are they most comfortable? Do they snore? When given the option, are they an early or late riser?

She’s somewhat of a heavy sleeper, and can get herself comfortable almost anywhere. If she’s sleeping with somebody else, she’s a pretty heavy-duty cuddler and tenacious big spoon. She only snores sometimes/ a little, she mostly sleeps pretty quiet. She tends toward late nights and early mornings, apparently a high enough energy person to recharge quickly without needing too much sleep.

How does your character behave when they are tired or exhausted?

Super grumpy, more inclined to accidentally set things on fire from not paying attention to what she’s doing

Does your character have any quirks that others might notice? Speech patterns, or things that they tend to do?

Her body heat tends to noticeably rise when she’s angry or otherwise excited. She doesn’t wear shoes, I dunno if that counts as a quirk?

How does your character’s constitution translate to their every day life? Do they tend to be prone to sniffles or are they generally sturdy? How quickly do they come back from major injury?

She’s fairly sturdy. She doesn’t get sick often, and tends to bounce back from injuries pretty well-- partly out of decent Con but also, I’ll admit, largely out of sheer stubbornness and force of will. She refuses to be viewed as weak.

How does your character deal with being less than 100%?

Complain, a lot, unless it’s really serious in which case she’d play it off, again in a stubborn refusal to show any genuine weakness

How does your character deal with temperature? Do they run hot or cold?

I mean. Fire genasi. She runs hot. Also, I’ve rethought my thoughts on the, like, physics of this I guess-- I think in colder weather she’d be super uncomfortable, and would be bothered by the cold a lot faster than people who aren’t from volcanic tropical regions and also part literal fire person

Does your character have a preference between indoors or outdoors? Where do they seem more or less comfortable?

Outdoors. She likes to be under the sun, and to be able to see the stars. Also, people tend to frown on things indoors being on fire, which is a thing that... tends to happen when she’s around, so

Does your character have various outfits for different situations, or do they tend to wear just one? Do they have any interchangeable pieces, or any odd clothing habits/quirks?

She’s got a handful of outfits but they’re mostly really similar-- just for visual variety more than different situations. She does also have an extremely fancy red silk dress that she’s going to wear a lot just because if anyone can be overdressed and make it work it’s her. She wears a lot of jewelry, mostly gold and colorful glass. The more of her body she can get away with baring, the better.

How does your character feel about their belongings? What condition are their belongings in? Do they have more belongings, or the bare minimum? Are they possessive or protective of their things?

She’s not super materialistic. She’s had a violent, unpredictable temper since she was born, so even though she’s somewhat grown out of throwing/ kicking/ incinerating things in a fit of pique, she’s pretty much used to not getting too attached to Things.

What are your character’s hobbies? What do they do during their off-time? Do they have anything that aids them in these hobbies or skills?

Dancing and lampworking! Dancing is big in her culture and just something she grew up with, and she had a natural talent. By contrast, she was set up as an apprentice to a glassblower as a kid literally just to try to get her to focus her energy into something constructive for once, something that relied on delicacy and patience, and she hated it for a really long time. But now that she’s good at it it’s a source of pride, and she does try to use it as a relaxation method, although she still tends to smash things that don’t turn out perfect... She does lampworking A) because making beads and animal figures was less boring than like... bowls and vases, and B) because a smaller toolset and workspace is a lot more portable. Being able to create and control flames herself with a lot of precision is an A+ bonus to this hobby as well.

What does your character bring to the party? Are they a skilled fighter? Are they good with intelligent pursuits or charismatic encounters?

Damage output. Oh man does she set things on fire so so good. She’s also pretty good for charismatic endeavors, but usually the bard takes initiative in those situations so it’s not necessarily just her thing.

How do they help set up camp?

Build, light, and manage the fire; set up a sleeping area but only for herself

What are some other ways your party is obviously benefited by your character’s presence?

I don’t know if there have been any really obvious story benefits yet...?

What is your character’s relationship with money? What are their spending habits? How would your party perceive their relationship with money / accepting pay from others?

Like I said, she’s not super materialistic, so she’s a little indifferent about money. It’s never been a problem for her to be able to get money when she needs it, either by performing or selling glassworks or just flirting her way into free dinner and drinks (and lodging, usually). That said, if she’s been promised gold, she’s gonna get it. She spends money mostly just on whatever she needs at the moment, but will also buy stuff on a whim because she decides in the moment she wants it

What is your character’s overall disposition when surrounded only by the party? Are they different around just one or two party members? If so, are these specific members, or rather that your character is more comfortable opening up around fewer people?

It’s way too early yet for her to have a different, separate comfort level within the party as opposed to with outside people tbh. She’s not one to Open Up about her Feelings so I guess we’ll see what the future holds in that regard

Does your character walk at a faster or slower pace? Does it depend on the setting or situation?

She saunters, but in general she’ll keep pace with whoever she’s walking with.

How does your character pass travel time?

Chit chat with whoever she’s with, usually. She tends to get bored traveling by herself and will try to find another traveler or caravan going the same direction to pair up with.

Is there anything else that your party members might notice about your character?

She still gets pissy whenever Ametys comes up-- something about that encounter really pushed her buttons, it seems. When she’s casting a spell (or channeling Wild Magic), not only do her hands glow like embers-- so does the burn scar on her chest. She tends toward snap judgements and extremes-- she likes you or she hates you, immediately, and she doesn’t easily change her mind. By now she’s flirted with everyone in the party except for Silas and Whisper.

#not art #my OCs #Kiele #Uncertain Reality

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otomefeels · 7 years

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Luke - Somewhere I have never travelled. Part 6. (END) (NSFW)

Remember this? I finally got it done. Sorry for the long wait! Mature for... well ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) The end, for now. Might write more like, but think of this like a season 1.

I thought that I'd been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life – Shawn Mandes

Everything seemed so dull all of a sudden.

One would think that it took more than 4 days to get used to roaming the halls of castles, but in my case, I felt exactly like that. I missed the grandness, the beautiful garden, and the atmosphere. I could do without the snobby prince and the constant reminder of what class I belonged to, but for 4 days, I felt like I was a little more than just a college student.

And, of course, I missed Luke.

Louise had been told everything, some passages in great detail, and I saw the same magic in her eyes that I had felt that last night. In her words, it had been my very own fairytale; I just didn’t get my happy ending. It was ironic, really, it all started because I had a crush on a man, but I had never expected that he would be capable of shattering me into pieces.

It was childish of me, perhaps, but I let my life be paused while I tried to mend not only my heart but myself as well. Classes were skipped, socializing was at a minimum and I generally did little else than trying to forget the brunette. As hard as that was…

‘’Lena?’’

‘’Mhmm…’’ I hummed, barely looking up at Louise.

She stood by the window, but I couldn’t tell what she was looking at from my position on the couch. I noticed it was raining, though, again.

‘’You haven’t been outside in two days, don’t you think that you should get some fresh air?’’ She asked while turning around, looking at me.

‘’It’s raining.’’

‘’So? Rain is nice to walk in.’’ She smiled, but there was something unusual about it.

I looked at her for a bit, trying to figure out what motive she could possibly have to get me out of the apartment, but I couldn’t think of any plausible reason. Her boyfriend was out of town and as far as I knew, she didn’t have any plans with friends.

‘’If you don’t want to look at me, then say so,’’ I grumbled and looked away, knowing that I had no right to be a bitch around her when she had done nothing but help.

‘’Don’t be like that… You’re just moping around all day, I thought you might feel a little refreshed after a walk,’’ she sighed, keeping her glance on me even when I didn’t answer her. When I stayed silent, she let out a huff. ‘’At least take out the trash then, it’s your turn.’’

My head fell back against the couch. Taking out the trash was the last thing I wanted but when I looked back up at her, I instantly knew that arguing with her would not end well for me. Sighing deeply and exaggerated, I dragged myself up and moved to the kitchen. I grabbed the bag of trash, bringing it with me to the front door where I slipped into a pair of sneakers without tying the shoelaces.

I trudged outside with a sour face and continued down the stairs. I hoped that I wouldn’t run into anyone as I really wasn’t interested in having a conversation with anyone. Much to my relief, I hadn’t met anyone as I reached the bottom of the stairs and I was quite positive that I wouldn’t run into anyone outside when it was raining.

Oh, how wrong I was.

I saw the black car as I stepped outside but what caught my attention wasn’t it, but the man who was leaning against it. The rain drops hitting my skin went unnoticed as I stood still, wearing a pair of untied sneakers, leggings and an oversized, blue sweatshirt with my college logo on the front, and the trash bag was dropped the instant he looked at me. I caught my breath when I saw how drenched he was and I had to stop myself from running towards him.

‘’How long have you been out here?’’ I asked and allowed myself to step closer to him, leaving the trash bag behind me.

‘’Honestly, I’m not sure.’’ He spoke and cast his eyes down.

A short silence fell between us as neither knew what to say.

‘’I-uh, you forgot this.’’ He spoke after a moment.

I looked down at his hands, noticing the article of clothing he was holding. It looked as drenched as he was and it took me a couple seconds before I realized what it was.

‘’You drove all the way here because I forgot a cardigan?’’ I asked and hesitated for a moment before moving closer to him so he could give it to me.

‘’Well… yes.’’ He breathed.

My eyes lingered on his face and I just wanted him to look at me. When he didn’t, my own glance fell down as well.

‘’Is this all? I mean, is this the only reason that you came here?’’ I asked, instantaneously hating myself for even asking in the first place when I dreaded the answer.

I watched as his lips pressed together into a thin line and his expression turned solemn. When he didn’t respond, I took the silence as his reply and I felt the well-known feeling of tears pressing on.

‘’Thank you for bringing me this,’’ I breathed, doing my very best at keeping myself from crying in front of him.

I turned around. Struggling with the tears and desperately holding a sob back in my throat, I hurried back to the door. As my hand found the door handle, he finally spoke behind me.

‘’Please wait,’’ He pleaded.

I did stop, but I couldn’t make myself look at him.

‘’Please, I… I came here because I wanted to see you.’’

That sentence made me turn around.

He looked awfully flustered but at the same time relieved, like he finally said what he had driven a couple of hours to say. Even so, he didn’t know what to do next. I felt my face soften and I dared to breathe again.

‘’Come with me.’’

After a change into a pair of dry sweatpants and a plain, white T-shirt, lent by Louise’s boyfriend, I was alone with Luke in my room, sitting on my tiny couch, which barely had enough place for two grown people. We both had a cup of coffee and absolutely no idea what to say. It was downright strange but also amusing to see him in the most casual clothes I could think of. He looked so out of place and a bit uncomfortable in the outfit, but it would have to do until his own had dried.

‘’Thank you… for the clothes, I mean,’’ he spoke up before clearing his throat.

‘’Louise had them. Her boyfriend usually leaves some of his stuff around. It’s lucky that you’re about the same size,’’ I spoke, trying not to seem awkward but it was awfully hard.

‘’Yeah, that’s… lucky,’’ he murmured and looked down, leaving us to an awkward silence.

‘’Listen, Luke,’’ I started, determined to get some truth out of him, ‘’It's been two weeks, why didn’t you come sooner?’’

‘’Because I didn’t you would want to see me again after we… after what I said…’’ He spoke and looked at me. When he saw the expression on my face, his own twisted into a mixture of shame and regret. ‘’You have to understand, I didn’t believe that I deserved you, and I still somewhat don’t, but I couldn’t just leave things as they were because I… I have feelings for you.’’ His cheeks turned crimson as he spoke and his eyes fled from mine.

‘’Oh, Luke…’’ I breathed and took both his hands with mine, ‘’Of course you are. What would make you think otherwise?’’

‘’Well, I’m a butler for the royal family of Liberty, and I’ll never be anything else.’’

‘’Do you even hear yourself? You work for the royal family! I’m just a college student, Luke. Even if it mattered, it should be the other way around.’’ I smiled at him.

‘’Are you sure? My work hours are-‘’

‘’Listen to me; I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care whether you think you deserve me or not because you so fucking do, and I don’t care about how were going to make it work because I’ll dedicate all the time in the world to it. Hell, I can even live with hearing the Prince call me condescending things, I just want to be with you, Luke.’’

I had never been kissed so quickly.

There wasn’t a lot of room between us, to begin with, but nonetheless, it was quickly closed by him. He leaned in, tipping his head slightly to the side so our noses wouldn’t crash together as his lips locked with mine. His hands framed my face while mine went up to cover his, desperate to keep him close.

The spontaneous kiss ended just as quickly as it had begun when a knock on the door startled us both. We flew apart like a couple of teenagers, faces red like strawberries. I cleared my throat.

‘’Yes?’’

The door opened and Louise peeked inside, definitively knowing that she had just interrupted something.

‘’I kinda forgot about some stuff I had to do, so I’ll head out for a while.’’ She smiled, eyes darting back and forth between me and Luke. She obviously knew what had just happened.

‘’That… yeah, alright. I’ll see you later,’’ I spoke. The burning in my cheeks wasn’t exactly helping with my embarrassment.

She stifled a laugh and did a quiet wave before closing the door, leaving us in silence.

‘’I’m… I’m not sure what to do now…’’ He admitted when I glanced back at him and I couldn’t help but smile.

‘’Well, you could kiss me again.’’

‘’That’s the second time you’ve told me to do that.’’ He smiled faintly.

‘’And yet you’re still not fulfilling my request,’’ I smirked and got him to chuckle softly, easing the tension.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’You’ve still got time to amend for your mistakes,’’ I joked and watched as he leaned closer to me, closing the gap between us yet again.

‘’I’m relieved,’’ he breathed and from the look in his eyes, I understood that he honestly meant it.

I felt my expression soften while I ever so slightly tilted my head to the side. His eyes watched mine as they flickered between his and his lips, eagerly anticipating them.

My breathing stilled expectantly and the few seconds he let me wait nearly drove me crazy. However, when his lips pressed against mine, everything else but him was long forgotten.

It was crazy how different a kiss could feel. It wasn’t heated or filled with lust, but it was so slow and tender like we finally had all the time in the world to simply relish the feelings of the other’s lips.

His hands moved, one of them hesitatingly settling on my thigh while the other found my side. Both of mine went up as I let one sneak around his shoulders and the second was used to touch the back of his head. Compared to the night on the balcony, it felt much more intimate, even without the beautiful gown and the surroundings.

All I needed was him.

At some point, the innocent kiss turned into something more, something much deeper. I wasn’t sure who had taken it in that direction, but I certainly didn’t mind the added heat. In a perfect world, I would have made sure where his boundaries were, but when his thumb started to go in circles on my inner thigh, it was the last thing on my mind.

I inched closer to him, but I wasn’t satisfied. Driven by the spur of the moment and the heated way his lips continued to find mine, I moved quickly and easily while our lips were locked together. A moment later, I was straddling him with his hands on my hips and we both took a second to breathe. Our eyes met and I absolutely fell in love with the expression on his face.

He looked dazed, eyes half lidded and a faint line of red spread across his nose and touched each cheek. His breathing was as quick as mine and as he looked at me with that expression, I felt a fire flare up inside me. My hands framed his face as I leaned down, nearly crushing my lips against his as I kissed him hard. His hands moved as he returned my heated kiss and they easily found their way beneath my sweatshirt. I moaned his name against his lips as his fingers grasped my skin, resettling on my hips. The feeling of his fingertips digging into my bare skin was enough to drive me crazy, but I wanted to much more.

I caught his lip between my teeth before basically attacking him with heated frenzy. He followed my pace with the same passion while his hands moved upwards, exploring my skin beneath the sweatshirt. I dipped down when fingertips brushed over a ticklish spot and the sudden contact prompted a moan from Luke. Our faces turned red in unison, his more intense than mine when we both realized what had just happened. The fact that he was wearing sweatpants didn’t exactly help him hide it but as flustered as he looked, it only fueled the fire in my stomach.

I kissed him with renewed passion and began grinding my hips down against him, earning multiple small moans from him.

‘’If-if you keep doing that…’’ He swallowed, his voice breathless.

‘’If you don’t want to then I’ll stop,’’ I breathed, giving him time to answer before finding his lips again with my own.

‘’No, that… god no.’’ His breathing hitched.

‘’Good. If you think we’re moving too quickly, then-‘’

‘’Do you?’’ He asked me before kissing me quickly.

‘’I don’t care how we do things according to standards. I went to Liberty with a crush on you and when I left I… you were…’’ I spoke in-between quick breaths and hesitated until our eyes met. ‘’I’m quite positively in love with you,’’ I admitted and quickly had his lips press against mine.

His kiss was overwhelming.

My hips stilled as I let myself be consumed by his lips and the passion they conveyed. He caught me off guard by standing and bringing me with him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and arms around his neck, keeping our lips locked as he brought us to my bed a short distance away from the couch. I found myself on my back with my arms above my head and my legs still wrapped around him while he was leaning in over me.

God, it was a sight that I would never forget. However, I quickly thought of a way to improve it.

I grabbed his t-shirt by the collar, for a moment forgetting that it wasn’t actually his, and pulled him down. My lips caught his in a quick kiss before I tugged the t-shirt, pulling it over his head and exposing his lean torso to me. He quickly complied, shifting his weight so he could completely remove it himself. Considering he was a butler and worked most of his day, he was in surprisingly good shape.

Never mind how amazing he looked when looming in over me like that, I switched us around. My sudden action took him by surprise and when he saw the look I was giving him while moving backward, he had to swallow. As much as I enjoyed his reaction, it only got better as I let my hand travel down his bare chest before palming his erection through the sweatpants. He let out a low moan while his eyes met mine for a short moment. My smirk told him everything he needed to know and a shade of dark red appeared in his cheeks.

I took my place between his legs and placed my weight on my elbows as I used both hands to pull the sweatpants down. When he lifted his hips to make it easier, I hooked my fingers beneath the hem of his boxers and pulled both layers down at once. A groan got stuck in his throat when he was suddenly exposed and I felt his muscles twitch. I didn’t hesitate to move my hands and placed my left on his lower stomach, guiding his hips back down so he lay flat against the mattress. My right closed around his member and he nearly moaned from the contact alone.

It wasn’t a surprise to me that he was vocal, but I hadn’t imagined how much his sounds spurred me on before they made my skin tingle and had lust pooling in my stomach.

So, with the intention of making him squirm and having his sounds as a strong motivator to achieve just that, I let my tongue travel from the base of the shaft and upwards. To tease him a bit, I did it slowly and was rewarded by a throaty moan. I glanced up at him, catching the sight of one of his hands gripping the sheet tightly while the other tried to cover his red face as much as it possibly could.

My hand found his and untangled his fingers from the sheet before guiding it down to my head. Meanwhile, I adjusted my position slightly before wrapping my lips around him. He immediately tangled his fingers in my hair and grabbed a fistful of it. He choked on a moan and I felt my scalp tingle as his grip tightened, but it wasn’t painful. In fact, it only made me more excited.

I kept it slow when I began to bob my head up and down, moving my hand in the same rhythm. The muscles beneath my hand on his stomach flexed while he did his best to keep his moans back, but those that fell from his lips were music to my ears. I gave the head a soft suck before drawing back a bit and taking a few quick breaths. My hand gave him a few quick strokes before I gave his length another long lick, stimulating him as much as I could in different ways. My tongue flicked across the head before I swallowed him again, listening to him as he slowly lost himself. The hand in my hair trembled as I sucked and he let out a long moan. The bed creaked as he leaned his head back and his hips twitched, resulting in me pressing my hand down to keep him still. He was breathless and when I focused on the head, his other hand joined the one in my hair.

‘’Oh… fuck.’’ His voice shook and his eyebrows knitted together as he closed his eyes.

I pulled off him and had to chuckle.

‘’So that’s what it takes to make you cuss.’’ I smiled at him.

‘’You stopped to tell me-ah!‘’ He began but interrupted himself by moaning when my tongue swirled around the head.

‘’Oh, no… I have another reason,’’ I spoke as I sat up on my knees and pulled the sweatshirt over my head.

He used his elbows to push himself up, watching me with great interest as I proceeded to strip down to my underwear. He didn’t know where to look, especially not when I began crawling towards him, and I watched as his eyes flickered between my face and body. His eyes followed me as I moved closer to him and his lips found mine when I was within range. His right hand moved to my back and found the bra clasp. His fingers fidgeted with it for a few seconds before he got it open, leaving me to slide the straps off my shoulders.

We moved together, somehow agreeing on lying on our side without saying anything, and I smiled as he kept kissing me while his hand moved up my side. He titled me over so I lay on my back while his hand moved to my chest. I let out a soft moan when he cupped one of my breasts and his lips traveled down my neck. I hummed with appreciation as his lips focused on my neck and his hand began caressing my breast. His movements were tender and careful, leaving me to slowly melt beneath his hands and lips.

I leaned my head back, offering him a better access to my neck, and I closed my eyes when his hand traveled downwards. He didn’t hesitate, but his movements felt unsure so I moved my hand down to find his. Our lips reunited as I guided his hand down, slipping beneath my underwear. I moaned softly against his lips as he touched me exactly where it made my pulse race and my breathing hitch.

‘’Mmm, yeah, just go in circles like that,’’ I instructed him before kissing him hard.

Maybe it was a natural thing for him, but he was certainly impeccable at following instructions and he seemed to gain confidence as my moans gradually became louder. He tried a few things, carefully listening to my sounds and using them as indicators to whether I liked it or not when I didn’t tell him myself. I kept kissing him and rocked my hips against him while my breathing quickened. Then he did something wonderful.

I felt the familiar rush as his touch was slowly building me up, raising me to the height I needed before I could fall. A shaky moan escaped me and I pressed myself against him in desperation.

‘’Oh god, don’t stop.’’ I practically begged and rocked against his hand, toes digging themselves into the sheet.

‘’I won’t.’’ His voice was hoarse and right next to my ear, intensifying the rush I was feeling.

Then, I was already dancing on the edge, his lips pressed against the soft spot behind my ear and I listened to his quick breathing. Teeth scraped against my skin when lips weren’t occupying the spot and I drew a quick breath, gladly welcoming the incoming wave of warmth and pleasure. My jaw snapped shut as my body trembled and when my lips parted again, it was to release a breathless moan.

I climaxed while trembling, clinging to Luke as if I was holding on for my dear life, and I let out a long moan. My head fell back before my body followed, muscles relaxing and my breathing gradually calming. When I had regained some of my brain functions, both my hands moved to cover my face shortly before pushing my hair back. When I opened my eyes, I found Luke looking at me before his lips met mine.

‘’Sounds like I did alright,’’ he spoke with a small smile.

‘’You did more than that, trust me.’’ I chuckled before letting my hand reach down between us.

I kissed him as my hand closed around his shaft, leaving him to keep a moan back in his throat. I chuckled against his lips and turned him over, placing myself on top of him. I licked my lips as I gazed down at him, meeting his eyes. They were filled with fascination as he studied me, his hands finding my thighs and moving upwards from there, reaching my sides and grasping them.

‘’You’re absolutely amazing.’’ He suddenly spoke and sounded as if he was simply thinking out loud.

I blinked and felt the heat creep into my cheeks while he looked like he had no idea that he had just said that out loud or simply didn’t mind saying it.

‘’Luke… you’re really…’’ My voice trailed off with a smile while I shook my head softly.

He looked at me with a puzzled look as I leaned down, finding his lips effortlessly. I kept occupying his lips with my own while I moved, slightly adjusting my position. I leaned back as I lowered myself, watching him bite his lip as he slipped inside me. I let out a faint moan as his nails dug into my skin once I sat still. I took a moment to adjust and simply enjoyed the look of bliss on his face. Then, I began moving my hips.

I started slowly. My hands moved to his chest, steadying myself as I settled into a slow but precise rhythm. His hands caressed my sides as I moved and he let out sounds of appreciation and soft moans. I would never get tired of hearing his voice and it only motivated me to increase my pace. I experimented with the angle, listening to him moan faintly and feel his hands moving, touching every spot they could reach. It didn’t take long before I found the one and tossed my head back as I let out a moan. It made a shiver run through me as I hit the spot again.

‘’Oh fuck, that’s good,’’ I spoke hastily while I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what would happen if I kept going and it was definitely my intention to reach that exact outcome. However, Luke had other plans.

I was caught off guard as he suddenly grasped my sides and turned us over. I took a quick breath when I found myself beneath him.

‘’Someone’s getting confident.’’ I smiled up at him as I pushed myself up on my elbows, catching his lips in a quick kiss.

He deepened the kiss as he pushed into me, leaving me to sigh longingly against his lips. My arms moved around his neck, bringing him with me as I leaned back. One hand traveled down his back, feeling his skin before digging my nails into it when he started to move his hips. He started slow, which suited me just fine, and I let out a soft moan containing his name next to his ear. His breathing turned shaky as he buried his face against the side of my neck.

‘’I want all of you… God, I just… I just want to touch all of you,’’ I whispered and pressed my legs against his hips, suddenly afraid that he would leave again.

My embrace around him tightened as I let out a moan when he angled his hips just right and his lips and tongue explored my neck. They moved up, tracing my neck to my jawline before finding my lips in a sweet but long kiss.

His right hand moved to my hip and his left above my head, using it for support as he quickened the pace. We settled into a rhythm, more precise than quick, and it suited me just fine. I melted beneath him as he stroked the magical spot, again and again, forcing me closer and closer to the edge each time.

I kissed him as much as I could, but I was soon enough reduced to just a moaning mess. My arms were thrown around his neck to keep him close to me. His breathing was right next to my ear, letting me know just how erratic it was, matching my own.

‘’Luke!’’ I gasped his name, arching up against him as I was drastically nearing my end.

His nails dug into my hip as his response, increasing the pace just enough to finally make me climax with a moan. He followed suit quickly, thrusting a few more times to ride out his orgasm while he let out a low moan in my ear.

It took a moment before either of us moved. As out breathing calmed, he moved to lie beside me before leaning over and giving me a quick kiss.

‘’Well, this is not how I usually start relationships,’’ I laughed, snuggling closer to him.

‘’I hope not,’’ he smiled as he drew me closer.

It was so strange. Five hours ago, I was convinced that I would never see him again, let alone properly heal from the experience. Now, it almost felt unreal.

‘’I’m glad I kissed you,’’ I smiled before kissing him softly, admiring the look on his face.

‘’I’m just glad that you’re braver than I am,’’ he murmured, returning the kiss in a much gentler fashion.

Deep down, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but it was worth it.

Luke was worth it.

#Luke the butler #BMP #voltage fanfic

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Harbinger of Rot - Part 2

You enter the village to find everyone essentially ignoring you. They are living their own lives, paying no mind to each other much less you. Many of them appear to be farmers or travelers who have just stopped here for the time being. The bazaar is bustling around quite a bit. You look down at yourself. You know you need a new outfit. But it strikes you that you have no money and no way to earn any.

Odd jobs Asking around for any odd jobs most people give you an odd look before hurrying off on their business. Weren't countryfolk supposed to be more hospitable? You have an odd itching that was supposed to be true. Eventually some people do respond. A young girl, a teenager, and an old woman. Old woman She brings you to her house and slowly leads you down into her basement. It's been hollowed out of the dirt and left there. Some stonework has been laid down here and there but it's all very shoddy. "There's a demon down here," she states very boldly.

"And I am supposed to..?"

"Get rid of it!" She slams the door behind her, returning to the fresh air above. Well you're down here with a supposed demon.. Examine the stonework. The stone work is all set into place. It appears to have been like this for quite some time now. The basement must be much older than it actually looks. On the farthest wall from the entrance you find a small section of stone that appears to have some chalk markings on it. Most of them have been worn away but you get a sense of foreboding from it. Nothing sinister, though. Just energy spilling forth. Very peculiar indeed.

Leave and lie You wait a few moments to increase the believeability of your story and exit. "There, done. It was just a lesser-demon. Even weaker than an imp." ...The words come out of your mouth before you can even think of what you're saying. Was that a factual statement, did your brain go faster than you could comprehend or.. Was it that voice controlling you again? The woman glances to the door and shoves a small leather purse into your hand. You can feel the warmth and hear the jingle of coins inside. "Thank you kindly." She shoos you away. Teen. You go to the teen. She's a young girl, can't be much older than seventeen. Her hair has been hacked at recently, leaving it an uneven mess just above her shoulders. You assumed she meant help on her family's farm but once you actually arrive you realize she did indeed mean Her farm. "I'm willing to pay you for the full day's work. I just need some help getting it going, this is my first season on my own."

Two open crates next to her house suggest she has already grown at least one healthy round. You could use the money, but perhaps its better for her to do it on her own. Sure. "Alright." The first task she sets you two is hoeing up half a new field. She gives you a pair of sturdy leather gloves so your hands don't blister you. It takes you the better part of three hours to finish up job with both of you meeting half way.

Afterward you're given seeds to help her plant. The seeds are thick and as wide as your palm but you have an easy time planting them. In your idle chitchat she mentions these are spice-umpkins. Currently, as you gathered from the little girl earlier, the only way to get them around here is in the wild. She's hoping if she can get some growing locally she can make a killing off of them. It isn't a bad plan, actually. Eventually you finish this as well.

"I can handle the rest myself if you want to go on. But I do appreciate any more help if you're willing to offer." Help more. "I'll help out. You said a full day's work, I won't feel right unless I put in what I get out." She smiles and allows you to help her. The sun is close to beginning its setting when you both finish. She brings you to her small hut of a home, offering you three fists of coins.

"Counted exactly to seventy-five. It's the most I can offer. I really appreciate this." She gives you a bright smile. You smile back which seems to make her slightly uneasy but nothing too noticeable.

The bazaar. You make a dash to the bazaar, hoping to catch at least someone selling clothes so you can find something more comfortable. Most of the travelling merchants have packed up and moved on it seems. A few of the townsfolk who have permanent stalls are still milling about. You do manage to find two merchants, side by side, selling clothes. One of them are clothes of the homier design. Loose fitting, easy to work in, but don't offer much protection. The other is a balding monk who greets you even with his eyes shut when you approach. On top of clothes and robes he does offer a few chainmail pieces.

Bare minimum, just work clothes. The man greets you with a sage nod. You pick out a simple cotton shirt, much like your current, with slightly longer sleeves. It's soft. The pants you choose are roughly made but you can't exactly identify the material it's made of. You take them nonetheless. "Thirty pieces." You open your purse to fish out thirty of the silver coins. Holding them in your hands you notice the warmth earlier awsn't just the purse but the coins actually do generate heat on their own. How odd..

The man graciously takes them, allowing you to move away with your new clothes. Could you wait to change, or is it an urgent matter?

Sneak. You go to the outskirts of town, just behind one of the newer buildings, throwing off your old clothes. Looking down at yourself you notice your knees first. They had been aching a lot and looking at them you notice they're extremely bruised. Your elbows appear to be the same. Everything else seems to be fine as far as you can tell... You throw on the clothes without a second thought, leaving behind the ruined ones as you make your way to the tavern.

Entering in you're welcomed by a cacophonous roaring that can only be attained by those not musically inclined and far too drunk to care. It appears a band of adventurers off in the corner are the ones making the noise. Everyone else seems to have varying degrees of murder contemplation or enjoyment about their faces. to the owner You go to the person at the would-be bar, leaning against it. She gives you an acknowledging nod. "Would you happen to be the owner," you inquire. Her dark eyes glance up to you before throwing another nod. Not very talkative. ...You pause when you realize you weren't sure what you wanted to do. You hadn't drunk or eat anything since you first awoke on the beach. Yet you still felt no need to. What was it you wanted? A meal. "What do you have as ways of food around here?" Her face moves to fully acknowledge you now. Her eyes are still dark now that you see them fully and not in a glance. Her light hair is beginning to grey but it's hard to notice unless you're actively looking for it.

"Depends. What are you looking for? I have something to fill you up, I have stuff to just keep you going. And I have stuff to give you a wild ride."

Let's go on a ride. "Let's go on a ride."

"Fifty pieces." You drag the money out for her. This leaves you with a small surplus of twenty for necessities. Should work out fine. She motions for you to take your seat at the bar as she disappears around the corner for a moment. Within seconds she's back assuring you your meal will be ready momentarily. What can I expect? "What can I expect from this?" She just grins and lays her hands on the surface in front of you.

"It's different for everyone. Some say they see the face of their God. Others have told me they had their ancestors tell them how to live the rest of their life. And Old Jim, bless him, believed it was spiked with a fire-skin potion and threw himself into the fireplace. Of course he may have had problems before he ate it but you get me." Grin You flash her a grin of your own before the food is laid down in front of you. It's a small slab of pork from what you can tell. A purple spice has been sprinkled over it and the green beans that surround it. "Eat up." A quick breath and you dig in. The taste starts off heavenly but the more you eat the more you notice the taste fading away into what can only be described as expiring produce. You manage to finish the entire thing before the taste entirely overwhelms you.

You're sat there as she watches you. Nothing appears to be happening. Nothing "Nothing." The moment you open your mouth a brick wall slams into your face. Literally. You're vision blacks out for a quick moment before a red grain over takes it. Only seconds later has it returned but the room around you is.. different. No one is laughing anymore. They're all silent. Staring at you with their cold, unmoving sockets. 'What have you done?' The scratchy voice from before is back in your head.

Your breathing is accelerating. Whispers are spreading around you. 'You fool!' You try to move your hand, noticing the skin feels rubbery around the bones. How do you feel your bones? Flashes of faces. Smiling, laughing, crying... They all look so familiar. Part of you wants to return to them. You're terrified. Or half you is. The other half is screaming to kill, to devour flesh. Your mind is split in two. Calm down You try to calm down, taking deep and slow breaths. Bubbles are now appearing from your breaths. Are you underwater? The tavern fades away and you find yourself surrounded by a green viscous liquid. 'Is this your attempt to get free?' You aren't sure how to respond so you don't. 'Or are you just that dumb?' The remark stings. More than it should you believe.

'Sleep.' You feel yourself hit a hard surface before you pass out. That night your dreams are filled with the faces from before. Why do they all look so familiar? Something wasn't right. About this dream, about you. Why were your knees and elbows so bruised? Even in the dream you could see them. Why did they always hurt when you stay still?

...You wake up in a warm bed. Sit With small effort you sit up in the bed. The room is tiny at worst, small at best. Your clothes are laid out in a small chair next to you. Why were you undressed? Trying to recall the night before you are only assailed with memories of the visions. Instead you try something more productive and stand up slowly. You seem steady enough to walk… Get dressed You dress yourself once again, still perplexed as to why anyone would undress you before putting you to bed. Surely that would be much more of a hassle than it was worth? Stepping out of the room you find Yourself entering a small hallway with the dining room at the nearest end. Stepping out the owner yells at you, waving you over. "I have to apologize about last night, I didn't realize you'd react like that. The room is free of charge." Thanks. What happened? You nod your thanks, rubbing your head. "What happened?"

"You started screaming 'get out of my head', and 'I want to go back'. All kinds of shit, then you fell over and hit your head on the bar and passed out." She pauses for a moment nodding to herself.

Thanks for the room.

"Thanks for the room." Without any further interaction you leave the room. What do you do now? You're in a small, homey village, no idea who you are. A voice in your head, insulting you and controlling you. Weird visions in your dreams… Stay here. Maybe the teen would like a farming partner. With no recollection of who you are and violent psychotic voices in your head you decide it's best to settle down and try to figure yourself out. You seek out the teen girl from before who welcomes you on her farm with a healthy bellow and a wave. At the time she was watering the crops you two had planted the day before. "What can I do you for?"

"I have no real place to go, and was wondering.." You sigh, motioning to the small area she called a farm. "I can help you out with the farm. Two of us can get exponentially more work done. Hell, I'll even build myself a house or a bigger one for us both if you want." The offer seems to tempt her but she is wary, looking you up and down.

"Expect to be paid?" You shake your head. "Against my better judgement, sure." She offers you her gloved hand which you take with a hearty shake. ask if she wants to stay separate You leave her to the crops and go off to start gathering materials, stopping in your tracks when you realize she never specified earlier. "Want me to build my own hut, or build a house for the both of us?" In speaking it hits you that it may be a good idea to just build a small hut for yourself and then start building some utilities like a well or a barn for the farm.

"I'll leave that up to you!" Hut.

You decide it would be better to just build a hut for now. Would cutting down trees at random be fine? Was there even laws to things like that out here? It would be better to check, you suppose. It takes you about an hour of asking around before you're directed to an old man who is supposed to be the mayor for him to just verify what you thought and you are allowed much wood you need as long as you gather yourself. But he did ask that you replant any seeds you come across so that the trees may repopulate themselves. Simple enough.

large n sturdy

About two hours searching along the edges of the woods finds you with a large, sturdy tree that towers above the rest. It's wood would most likely do for your hut and a good amount into that barn you wanted to make. With the axe the teen lent you you start to chop away. Thunk, thunk, thunk goes the wood.

Focus.

You focus on the chopping and cutting. Time is flowing by before your very eyes as you go. You start early morning and the sun is setting when the tree begins to lean and eventually comes down. You're tired to your bone. It was the best idea to leave the tree here and come back to continue tomorrow. But you could hack some branches away for a fire tonight. Doesn't hurt.

take some branches

You hack and tear away a good haul of branches to bring back with you. By the time you're there the moon is beginning to rise above the tree line. You see the girl sitting next to a small fire already, munching away at something she must have cooked. You throw down the branches in a small pile next to the hut and take your seat across the fire from her. "Got you a tree going?"

"Mhm."

What's your name? "If we're going to be living together, could I get your name?"

"Call me Ang*. What's your name, friend?" You couldn't remember, admittedly. But if you're making yourself a new life, may as well give yourself a new name.

Til.

"Til. The name is Til." She nods to you with a smile. You can't help but return the smile.

"I'm going to sleep." Ang enters her hut without even so much as a second glance to you. You stare into the fire and think to yourself. You were starting a new life and it was going well so far. But why were you so sorrowful? Being alone in silence the visions from the night before began to scratch at the back of your mind again. You fall asleep that night with thoughts of yourself. Who you were, who you are, and who you are going to be.

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