Geralt is such a good protag to me because he is an impossibly good monster hunter and swordsman, has 1/3 of the continent's population (male and female) in love with him, is very articulate and intelligent- and yet he is still a bit of a loser. Girldad to deeply concerning teenager. Is in a 30-year-long situationship. Falls out with his best friend like they're on the playground. Spends all the money he barely scrapes up on a new jacket. Immediately ruins said jacket. So it goes.
⥠warnings: meanie!rafayel x reader, overstimulation, begging, the dirty talk is grosser than usual for some reason, cum-eating, mocking, a little humiliation if you squint
⥠a/n: really just dropping all of my old stuff in preparation for kinktober--gotta empty the drafts. this one was written drunk ngl, but i cleaned up most of the typos for you guys :p
âBaby, you have to keep your legs open for me.â You felt a pair of warm palms press against your flesh, gently forcing your thighs apart. His eyes were illuminated in the dark room, a calming sea of blue, juxtaposed against the devious grin that marred his angelic face. Â Your skin was slick with sweat, the sheets beneath you and the man between your legs both sticking to your back like glue for the last few hours.
âRafayel, I canât take it anymoreâŚâ You whined as his fingertips dug into you, gripping tightly enough to leave a mark.
âAw, but itâs my birthday, angel. You promised me everything I wanted, didnât you?â His voice was smooth and sweet like honey, but there was something hidden in his tone. You often wondered if Lemurians were like sirens, luring in their prey with their enchanting voices and seducing those who dared to look into their eyes before they enticed them out into the deep waters of the sea. A face as beautiful as his, but with such a devilish mindâhe mustâve been a demon of some kind.
âI promised you anything that you wanted, not everything.â
âEh, you say tomato, I say cum in my mouth again,â he said, full lips brushing against your most sensitive areas. Your body tensed immediately, the overstimulation forcing your spine to arch off the mattress at the slightest touch. You couldnât stop yourself from reaching out, pressing your hand against his forehead, desperately trying to push him away. His slim fingers found yours, entangling one another before you could object again.
âLast time, I promise.â His tongue lightly flicked against your clit, a chaste kiss pressed against you as your eyes locked. You pulled your gaze from his as he spoke for fear that if you looked too long, you'd be hypnotized again, as you had been two hours before when he made the initial promise.
âI just want to make sure I clean you up, yeah? This pretty pussy treated me so good tonightâ" another kiss âmade me cum so hard inside of her. Shouldnât I at least get to kiss her goodnight, hm?â He wasnât really asking what you thought, just waiting for you to tell him what he wanted to hear. You could hardly think straight as the heat between your legs built up once again with every light slick of his tongue against you, gently circling your entrance.
âAnswer me. Donât you want to make me happy one last time on my birthday?â You couldnât help but bite your lip at the sound of his voice, pleading as you felt the tickle of his warm breath while he spoke. You were quickly losing the will to deny his wishes, falling under his trance as you always did.
âYes, I want to make you happyâŚâ
âSuch a sweet baby I have. How could I not want to make her feel good?â He wasted no time now, tongue licking painfully slow between your slick lips, sucking lightly between soft kisses as your breathing quickened against your will. It wasnât long before you tasted the metallic flavor of blood on your tongue from how hard you'd been biting your bottom lip, desperately trying to stifle your moans. You could feel your hole tightening from the pleasure--clenching around nothing, thighs getting covered in your wetness with each passing second.
âAngel, your pussy is pushing all of my cum back out. Do you not want my babies inside of you anymore? I thought you wanted to be tied to me in every way possibleâŚâ
âI canât help it. âM sorry, Rafayel.â
âHow fucking ungrateful you are--and on my birthday, too? I guess Iâll just have to push it all back inside then, wonât I?â A scream erupted from the depths of your throat as you felt his plush tongue stuffing itself between your walls, pushing through your entrance with ease. You tried to push against him with your free hand, but he trapped that one as well, holding both of your wrists away from him and leaving you completely vulnerable. The tip of his tongue slid in and out of you, forcing every bit of his cum out of your hole along with it. Your thighs clamped around his head, restricting his movements before he pulled his mouth away from you, giving your aching hole a much-needed break before you got too close.
âWe taste so sweet together, baby, just like icingâŚâ he said, slowly releasing your hand from his grip before sliding his thumb between your lips, eliciting another scream from your mouth.
âDonât you want to taste it?â His eyelids were low, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. Your body was quickly growing too weak to protest. He took your silence as a yes--sliding his finger between your lips and against your tongue. You were intoxicated by the familiar taste of his cum and silenced by the weight of his finger in your mouth.
âTell me you want me to make you cum again,â he said, barely above a whisper as he leaned back between your thighs, forcing them apart much more aggressively this time with his free hand. His full lips pressed against your skin, warmly blending in with the overwhelming heat of your core.
âNuh uh,â He said, shaking his head, as your hand moved to pull his fingers from between your lips. âSay that you want me to make this pretty pussy cum with my thumb in your mouth.â
âPlease make me cum,â You muffled out against his skin, tears pricking the inner corners of your eyes at the overstimulation as two of his fingers found your sensitive entrance.
âGood girl. My good, pretty girl with the achey pussy. Donât worry, baby, Iâll help you.â Your cuntâs resolve was as weak as your mind's, not bothering to put up a fight and letting his digits in with ease. Rafayel knew every inch of your body as if he owned it because he truly believed that he did. He would ask just to watch you play with yourself in front of him, hungry eyes studying every gasp, every quiver, every twitch, time and time again until he knew your body better than you did. He curled his finger inside of you, hitting the fleshy part that made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you moaned out against his thumb.
âYouâre doing such a good job for me, my angelâlettinâ me in so nicely.â His pace quickened now, fingers slamming against your g-spot over and over again as you screamed his name unabashedly.
âThatâs what I like to hear, such a pretty song from my angel. Cum for me, sweet girl. Come on, let go for me one last time.â So you did. Your thighs clenched one last time, back writing against the mattress, eyes shutting tight as the tears finally flowed freely, the sensation overwhelming every single one of your senses. His fingers slowed down, stalling their movements as he worked you through the orgasm.
âI guess you ended up giving me everything I wanted after all, huh, angel?â He said, slowly pulling himself out of both of your holes before pressing gentle kisses all the way up your body, saving the final one for your lips.
âHappy birthday, you demon.â That same greedy grin spread across his face as he pressed his forehead against yours, both of your skin slick with each other.
âË⥠THE LADS MEN AND WHO THEY ARE IN BED! ŕż
pairing âą xavier âzayne ârafayel âsylus âcaleb [ separate ]
content warning âą extreme possessiveness, multiple creampies, marathon sex, squirting, cervix fking, mean brat tamer!zayne, body worship, slight spit play, orgasm denial, heavy praise, marking, dom/sub dynamics, needy, pssydrunk boys â MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
kit says âą if youâre reading this then hello (^_â)ââ this is my first l&ds fic ever! i have been yearning to write for them for a year and i finally did it teehee. feedback + comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated â.á
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#XAVIER: THE POSSESSIVE ONE!
xavier is extremely possessive of what belongs to him, and you? well, youâre no exception.Â
itâs not that xavier sees you as an objectâ youâre way more than that. itâs just that youâre his whole world and he canât have anyone taking that away from him.Â
so every time a male hunter requests to train with you or every time a man even looks in your direction, he feels the need to stake his claim.Â
and maybe thereâs a study that needs to be done on his brain because youâve told him countless times that youâre his. you donât want anyone but him. but itâs almost like he canât hear or understand you unless youâre saying it with his cock shoved inside of you and youâre babbling it out to him.Â
like right now.
with his silver brows drawn in, he grunts rolling his hips against yours, âi hate when he talks to you.âÂ
he, is jeremiah, and the talking was a simple greeting followed by your name when you and xavier went to visit him at philo after work.Â
you grip at his arms with clammy hands and you let out a shaky laugh, âh-heâs your best friend, xavie, donâtâ fuck, babyâ donât be cr-crazy.â
âyouâre my best friend. donât care about himâ only you, you hear?â heâs literally splitting you open, thrusting into you like a rabid bunny with a pout on his face. âhate that he even said your name.â
âah, xav, please!â you cry, but thereâs no stopping him when he gets like this. âhe was justâ just being nice, jereââ
he cuts you off with haste, his sapphire eyes turning a shade darker. âdonât even say it.â he demands, voice dropping an octave lower. âdonât say his fucking name.â
and then he offers a deep, hard thrust and you moan, arching your back off the bed. your nails dig into his skin leaving red, little crescents in his milky skin.Â
heâs hissing out your name and leaning in to shove his face in the crook of your neck. he licks and bites and licks and bites until heâs sure that the entire right side of your neck is littered with hickies.Â
âyouâre mine, right, honey?â
you clench tightly around him, breathing out all the words as they come from the bottom of your heart. âall y-yours, baby. always gonna be y-yâ mmphâ yours.âÂ
he kisses your neck again. this time, itâs a soft, little peck which is a stark contrast from the way his cock ravages your cunt. âthis is mine.â he mumbles against the tainted skin.Â
he pulls back, his hands coming to squeeze your tits gently. âthese are mine.â they trail down, one on your hip and the other splayed right over your abdomen where he can feel his dick inside of you. âand this right here, baby?â
he pushes down with a lazy smile on his gorgeous face all while he watches you cum for him.Â
âthis is me taking whatâs mine.â
#ZAYNE: THE ONE IN CONTROL!Â
before seeing you again, zayne had nothing but med school and work. he never let loose, never made many friends, never had anything. the only thing he had holding him together was the memory of you and the thought of what it would be like to see you again.Â
then one day⌠he ran into you at that cafe and youâve been practically inseparable since.Â
now you stand to be the one person in all of deepspace to make zayne completely and utterly lose his mind.
âkeep quiet,â he said, pushing his pointer and middle finger down on your tongue. âbad girls donât get to talk.â
you whine, the noise garbled by excess spit and his long digits. you wish you could say you were surprised that youâre even in this position, but youâre not. not shocked in the slightest.
youâd been teasing your busy boyfriend all weekâ sending him âi miss youâ texts, showing up to akso on your lunch wearing low cut tops and teasingly threatening to play with yourself if he didnât fuck you soon. his last straw was when you sent him dirty pictures and videos of you doing that just that followed with a text that read:
fucking myself since you wonât do anything about it :/
itâs almost like you wanted zayne to turn you inside out with his cockâŚ
and now here you were, fingers in your mouth, cock in your sopping cunt and a very, very angry zayne above you.Â
âyou think itâs okay to tease me? think itâs okay to send nasty videos of yourself while iâm at work, huh?â and heâs fucking you so hard that the bed creaks with every thrust. it hurtsâ the way his cock bruises your cervixâ but in a way that has the knot in your belly drawing in and your gummy walls tightening around him.
your eyes roll back as drool seeps out of your mouth down his hand. youâd think this would bother him, him being your (nagging) doctor and all, but it doesnât. he loves this. seeing you so messy and disheveledâ mascara running down your face and your chin drenched with your saliva. he loves doing this to you,
he pulls his fingers out, watching you splutter with a smirk on his face. he leans in, grips your chin and makes you lock eyes with him. âthis is what you wanted, isnât it? you wanted to see me like this.â
you pant his name, softly, âzayneââÂ
âanswer me,â he demands, tilting your chin up all the while his dick drives into you deeper and deeper if itâs even possible.Â
you cry, overstimulated. âyes, wanted it sâbad! f-fuck, just wanted you to fuck me, zaynie,âÂ
he smiles cockily, shaking his head, âwhat a troublemaker.â
then youâre empty, your orgasm dissipating to nothing.Â
you gasp at the abrupt action on his part. you sit up, your teary eyes widen in confusion, but he places his soft lip against your cheek and speaks before you can question him.Â
âbad girls donât get to cum either. weâll talk when you stop being such a brat.â
#RAFAYEL: THE ONE WHO WORSHIPS YOU!
rafayel loves having sex with you. heâs enthralled by your beauty and bodyâ youâre his muse after all. so itâs no surprise that he enjoys reminding you how fucking gorgeous you are while his cock spears in and out of you.Â
youâre on your side and heâs behind you, chest pressed against your back where you can feel just how erratic his heart is beating.Â
âso good for me, cutie,â he moans, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. âso pretty ân perfect. god, you were just made to be worshipped.â
and itâs so overwhelming. every word, every praise, every single sound that slips past his swollen lips goes straight to your cunt and it merely spurs him on. the adoration never ceases.Â
rafayel doesnât fuck you fast. no, not today. today, he needs you to feel it. to feel every second of it, every inch of his cock. he needs you to feel the way his tip french kisses your cervix. it wouldnât be right otherwise.
âr-raf,â you whimper, bringing your hand to tangle in his hair. you guide him to your pulse point and he smiles against your skin. âfaster, please.â Â
âyouâre so demanding,â he teases as he sucks and nips at the thin skin until he knows thereâs a splotchy, red spot left in his wake.Â
âbut it feels better like this, no?â he asks after giving you a particularly sharp thrust. âbet you can feel me everywhere, canât you, princess?â
his lips move up, placing soft, wet kisses along your jaw and you turn your head slightly to capture his with yours. you mewl into his mouth, body pulling taut.
youâre close, you both know it. heâs been fucking you like this for what feels like hours and youâre all pent up. all you need is a little push to have you seeing sounds and hearing pretty colors.
and rafayel has studied your body. youâre the best thing the universe has ever created⌠his absolute favorite thing, so of course he has you memorized. itâs how he knows to snake his hand down to your swollen, neglected clit.Â
you gasp, the sudden action sending shockwaves right through you. âright t-there, baby.â
âpfttt, duh,â he scoffs, slightly offended, giving you another rough thrust. âi already know, princess. you donât have tâbe so bossy. just make a mess for me, yeah?â
a few more thrusts is all it takes for you to give him what he wants. a choked sob slips out and you're drenching his cock in your slick, honey-like arousal.Â
he smiles big and wide, eyes shining with more adoration. he whispers in your ear and it sends another shiver running down your heated spine.
âmy pretty girl.â
#SYLUS: THE ONE THAT LIKES TO SWITCH!Â
sylus is massive in every sense of the word. youâd think a man so domineeringâ the leader of onychinusâ would have the filthiest sex, bending his girl every which way.
but⌠then youâd be wrong. so, very wrong.Â
sylus has a reputation for being a big, bad wolf, but the truth? sylus is an absolute sucker for you. always at your beck and call. you want him to sit? he sits, proudly, with the slyest grin on his face. you want him to come over? heâs there in 30 minutes or less no matter what heâs doing or where heâs at.
you want to ride him and you donât want him to touch you?
he nods his head obediently and says, âwhatever you want, sweetie.â
itâs how you wind up sinking down on his throbbing cock and fucking him senseless. and, fuck, does sylus love every second of it.Â
heâs so used to being in control, but with you? thatâs not happening. heâs yours. mind, body and soul. he loves watching you take the reins even though you cutely struggle to take his girthy length at first. when he bottoms out, though, all he can think is thatâs my fucking girl.Â
despite your demands to keep his hands to himself, heâs obsessed. âh-hands off, sy. you know the rules.â you pant out, peeling his hot and heavy paws off of you.Â
he all but moansâ the sound you love pulling out of him the most. âyouâre so cruel, baby.â he says, hooded, red eyes burning into yours.
you just smile, placing your hands back on his chest and bouncing up and down his cock like it was what you were made for. âyou love it when i use you.â
he nods, and his next words come out a little slurred like heâs already pussydrunk. âlove it bad, sweetheart.âÂ
you tighten around him, the affirmation encouraging you.Â
your pulsating vice of a cunt has his brows furrowing and eyes rolling back. he longs to hold you, to feel your skin on his calloused hands.
but sylus has waited for you for lifetimes. he adores you. all he breathes is you.Â
so heâll do anything you say, whenever you say it.Â
when you tell him to cum for you, to cum so deep inside of you that youâll feel it for days⌠he does just that with a groan, fisting at the sheets so roughly that you swear you hear the faint sound of fabric tearing.
and the copious amount of warm seed that fills you to the brim triggers your own orgasm. itâs so intense that youâre clawing at his chest like the kitten he claims you are. youâre babbling on top of him, breathlessly going on and on saying, âlove you, love you sâmuch, sy,â and âfuck me more, please,â
and he gives up all his restraint, grabbing your hips, flipping you over and filling you up all over again.Â
#CALEB: THE ONE WHO CANâT GET ENOUGH!
caleb has always loved you unconditionally. the time without you was unbearableâ it changed him. he yearned like never before. he put every rom-com male to shame.
so, now that youâre back in his lifeâ now that youâre finally his girl, he doesnât waste time.Â
his stamina is basically infinite when it comes to you. poor, pent up caleb has spent years upon years hiding his feelings from you and now itâs all coming out.Â
literally.Â
âmore, you can take more, baby,â he whispers, eyes dilated and toned body layered in a sheen of sweat. âknow you can take more.â
he doesnât wait for your protest, not like you would, he just pins your legs back and watches his previous loads of cum seep out of your cunt with hearts in his eyes.
he uses his cock to scoop up his seed and he pushes back into you in one go thrust.Â
âcaleb,â you cry.Â
he nearly growls. itâs so out of character that youâre almost concerned but then his raspy voice rings in your ears. âagain.â
you cock your head to the side, âw-what?â
he grabs at the back your thighs, driving in and out of you with fervor. âfuck, pips⌠say it again. say my name, lemme know whoâs fuckinâ ya this good.â
you practically feel him in your throat, let alone your battered, painted walls. heâs fucking you like he needs it to breathe. like if he doesnât give you at least 2 more loads of cum, then heâll just die.Â
because⌠yeah, he just might. caleb canât lose you ever again. he couldnât bear it. heâd die for you and heâd be nothing without you.Â
âcal-caleb!â you cry, tears streaming down your face as your hands press against his rock hard chest. ââs too deep, caleb. âs too much!â
he moans himself, cock twitching uncontrollably. itâs not deep enough for caleb. he needs more, he needs you stuffed full 24/7. he needs you to be his forever.Â
âi know, baby, i know.â heâs able to say even though the only thing he can hear in his unchaste brain is more, more, more, more. âfuck, i know, but youâll take it for your caleb, right?â
you canât. his words and the way his cock pistons in and out of you at the speed of light has your orgasm washing over you out of nowhere. you scream his nameâ so loud that it leaves your throat rawâ as you gush all over his washboard abs, soaking him completely.Â
caleb malfunctions, cumming with a stupidly loud whine as soon as he realizes youâve squirted for him.Â
he doesnât even give either of you the chance to recuperate before heâs pleading.
âa-again⌠please, just one more, pips.â he lies. one will never be enough.Â
âi just need ya sâbad.â
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Summary: Facing against the reality of you passing one day, the monsters of Eridia cannot seem to be willing to let you go from their grasps just yet. Battling against time, their conscious, and third parties, they seem pretty adamant on never letting you go. Thoughts run in their head as you simply sleep through the night.
â ď¸Warningâ ď¸: This piece contains possessive and obsessive behavior, potential drugging (doesnât happen but is attempted), slight mentions of gore, mentions of death, lots of hypothetical non-consensual actions to make MC live forever but nothing explicit. If I missed anything let me know!
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Kuras held your sleeping body. Though he did not sleep, his hands rested on your pulse, his fingertips felt the light thrumming on your neck. Your weight felt comforting. Your heart against his felt like a promise bound to be broken.
âOh life, how fragile you areâŚâ
Kuras contemplated not letting you go. He contemplated taking a small bite out of his own soul and feeding it to you, keeping you alive and in his arms for years to come. Unharmed, unreachable, and everlasting like the sun. Who could not use a bit of his strength? A bit of his heart? A part of his divine soul.
You were stronger than your curse, a miracle. A short-lived life of even seventy years would be such a waste for someone, no- something like you. You could be safe under him, his gaze, his warmth. Close to the hearth of his chest where he could feel your life. Canât he do that for you? Canât he disguise his desire to keep you alive, well, and around him under the lie of helping your curse?
Allmother, it was selfish. So incredibly selfish. His own heart ached in shame. Not because this urge of his was selfish, but because he did not care that it was. Going as far as to admit his corruption seemed to crack through him- in moments so tender, so time-bound. But how could it not? He loved humanity and you, and if he could get you to love it, if you could just stay longer-
Kuras moved his hand over your head, fingertips dancing like sparks towards your scalp. He slowly bent your head under his chin. But not before planting a kiss. He sighed shakily, containing the desire to cage you in. His arms snaked around your figure, slowly encapsulating you in a suffocating wave of heat. You only budged a little, but did not wake up. He knew better- he knows better than you. You just need to see it, be nudged to it if need be.
Kuras cannot lose you.
Leander lay on top of you on the plush mattress of his room. Skin to skin, it was already intimate enough that you were not in the spare room Leander gave you, but his. Unarmoured without his clothes or his winning smile. Your body laid sound asleep under him. Leanderâs emerald eyes danced across your features, drinking your face in and engraving you into his memory.
It had occurred to him a while back that you don't need to go. You don't need to be pried out of his cold hands by death. Even now, you were being visited by the younger sibling of death; sleep. He could not truly bring himself to close his eyes around you. He let you out of his sight once and there you went, meeting the monstrosities Eridia had to offer. So what if one took you with them? To the otherworld? What if they snatched your soul away from his. The thought sent an eerie chill in his bones. He remembered death. Rotting skin feeding the earth, lilies sprouting in the soil watered by blood. Leaving mere bones in the wake. Death by his tongue sounded beautiful once. But the first taste of the once inescapable moral fear only pushed Leander further from sleep and rest. But perhaps if he had endured death, so could you. Hells, it could even be easier for you. You can contain your curse, you can endure the few incantations here and there. Rituals to rid you of mortal constraints. Bit by bit. Just like him. You would want that- Leander will do anything to ensure that you will want it. To run from death with him. Pull a few strings here and there, call in some good favors, give some âhopelessâ information and maybe this all could happen faster than Leander could blink.
Leander lifted himself up and planted a kiss on your neck, right where your heart pumped out your life. Your blood. You shifted in your sleep. Good, you were still alive.
Now all Leander needed was a plan.
Hushed whispers danced in Aisâ mind as he took another drag from his cigarette. Red eyes observed you as you lay asleep in his bed in the Seaspring. The eyes of the soulless watched you intently. Observing any movement. The most pristine of ears could catch your heartbeat. Listen to the different currents of blood in your veins. Perhaps out of all the monsters in the room the one watching you most intently was him. Occudeus. Followed by Ais.
What? Was he supposed to let you go into the night? The territory ahead might be his, but Eridia was not. Something could happen. Knowing the streets, something would happen. Ais leaned back, his horned head hitting the crumpling papers of wishes and notes written and long lost on the pillar within the Seaspring.
âIt is inevitable.â The distorted voice powered over the many whispers.
âDeath is inevitable. UnlessâŚâ Ais dragged his eyes over to the calm red waves dancing across the Seaspring. A ripple danced through.
âIâm not letting them become one of those mush-brained puppets of yours.â His voice was harsh but quiet as he whispered into the silent caves. Ais took another drag from his cigarette. He was running fast out of the cigarettes these days. They didnât silence the voices like they used to.
âThey wonât be anything when they are dead. You âlike their shitty personalityâ? You think in a few years their personality will still be the same? A few decades and they will be gone. Preserve the feeling- the moment. Make them drink.â
It made so much sense. Why not? Ais shook his head. He did not want to let go of the way you made him feel the way he felt so seen, soâŚshamelessly himself. If only Occudeus could preserve you. Perhaps another deal would be all right. Ais bent down, scooping a handful of the red waters of the Seaspring. Small droplets fell as he made his way to his bed, where you would not even budge if he were fast enough. A few droplets fell on the cream sheets before Ais took a good look at your face. âCommonâ sense viciously reasserted itself. He snapped, hurling the water, leaving traces of red on walls and the sheets like hints in a crime scene.
It was too early to let you sip it.
âNot yet.â
Vere had envisioned it all already; the day he breaks out of the collar; back to the days when he was properly revered as a God, and not as a hunting dog for the Senobium; the wanton carnage he wished to release onto the city, only to then take you away from Eridia. He the God, and you, his first follower after freedom. Vere brushed his fur as he stared into the mirror, far too satiated with himself after finding you passed out in an alley. Bleeding. It excited him, he took your body in, patched you up, you would be oh so grateful when you woke up. By the time Vere was done stitching your flesh back together, his hands were the same color as his hair. Vere leaned over to the mirror, patting the blood on his fingers to his lips, leaving a red tint that was just his color. Oh you were just made for him werenât you?
Vere washed his hands off, took you to a clean place like his bed, and started his nightly routine as if you were not laid unconscious in his bed.
The cold metal of the collar clinked as he turned his head, immediately setting him off. His face soured in irritation and ears flickered. He had to look divine by the time you woke up. You had to see for yourself just how easy it was for him to heal you, to care for you, just as he had you believe he could tear the muscle off of anything's bones. You believed in Vereâs destruction, then you could believe in Vereâs creation as well, the very reason why the tomes spoke of people's love for him. Perhaps you could learn to love and fear as they did, only from a closer proximity this time.
He could use these chains for something else. For someone else. Perhaps after he is freed, he could bind you instead. The very chains that bound him to the Senobium, now binding you to him. To provide him with your unwavering loyalty, love, and devotion. Vere would promise to be generous with you. You could be all his but have your free time, just like he does with the Senobium now. Untouchable for the prying hands of manyâŚexcept time. For now. Vere put his brush down as he looked into his own eyes in the mirror. With the chains, no one could take you but death. And if Vere was anything, it was long-lived. Going back to being alone so soon after merely seventy years if you were luckyâŚno. That would not do.
Vere picked up his sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, sitting down across the bed as he started drawing soft shapes, intentional lines. Small ways to memorize you. Preserve you. Sketching with heavy thoughts.
Now who in his list of âfriendly favorsâ had the skill to immortally bind you to himâŚ
Itâs rather fortunate that you forgot to close the blinds of your room for the night. A pair of eyes looked over your sleeping figure, as you were comfortably nestled between your sheets and the pillows. Talon-like fingers scratched on the glass as a beast crouches, perched on your windowsill. Silent yet observant. Grotesque tar-colored wings blocked the light trying to enter your room.
The eerily extended limbs rested on the glass, as Mhin took a small breath fogging their vision from the outside. The monster had small bird like screeches in their head; they couldnât tell what it was trying to say. But they could feel it. It was all instinct, after all. Like the time they grabbed you last minute before you got mauled by a soulless. Or that one time Senobium clerics seemed to be on your tail. The bird-like monster cocked its head to the side, little white strands of hair fell into the watery eyes of something not quite beast, yet not quite Mhin either. Absurdly wide pupils observed your figure in the dark. The little muscle movements you made, the tossing and turning in your sheets, the disturbed facial expression you were making from a possible nightmare. The instincts were screaming at Mhin now:
âDeath! Death! They will get caught. Inevitable. Danger! Danger!â It wasnât coherent, but it surely was loud. It rang inside Mhinsâ head, disoriented from the sheer pain throughout their body and the sudden alarm. Oh gods, the instinct was right again, it was inevitable. Death is inevitable. You were more a foreigner to Eridia than them, you almost died four times, you are getting close to themâŚYour death is inevitableâŚ
Unless Mhin can do something about it. Could they turn you to a beast too? Would you live longer if you were, if you shared this curse? To share this pain with someone. Mhin would never wish the way their bones warped themselves every night, the way their skin ripped every time the hair on their body turned into feathers sticky in their own blood. Nor would they ever wish for this creature to be in your head; Their ear piercing screeches to boggle your mind, hurl you into a state of panic and disorientation. But a part of them wanted to be seen. To be understood. Were you already not searching for a cure with them?âŚYour searches had been fruitless so far⌠weren't they?
Perhaps the smartest thing to do would be to not let you out of their sight. Keep you company wherever, watch over you in your sleep, guard you from a distance⌠But oh, how Mhin yearned to be close to you despite the danger. To get under your skin. To live and to keep you for themselves. The beast screeched inside their head. âTake! Fly away! Safe! Take! Hide away!â
The glass cracked a little- Mhin leaned too hard when watching over you. A shard stuck on their absurdly long, sharp fingers. Glass piercing through a mix of skin and feathers. Suddenly erupting into a screech, Mhin flew away.
Mhin could only hope you did not see them.
With the way your current research on a cure was going, perhaps they could start looking into ways to share the curse.
A/N: ts pmo tumblr didnât let me post my internet is shit UGH anyway have fun pookies I rlly wanted to add an Opeli(my mc) version of this but ig that will have to wait. Anywayyyyuh comments and feedback are appreciated!!! đâ¨đ
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Authors at the Johns Hopkins University Press will be able to opt out of the AI licensing agreement until the end of August; if they do not,
Authors have until the end of Augustto opt out of the licensing agreement. If they do not, their work will be used to help train AI models.
âAs media reports have surfaced on some LLMs scraping content from pirated sites, we are increasingly concerned, although not certain, that the major LLM companies already have our books,â Barbara Kline Pope, executive director of Hopkins Press, wrote in the email to authors this week. âHaving a contract with legal language around how these companies may and may not use the content is the most effective way to manage the risk now.â
Hopkins Press did not share which large language model company it will sign the contract with, and did not detail how much money it will receive from the deal. Spokespersons for the press and the university did not immediately respond to requests for comment.
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Also: these people are just setting themselves up to be the targets of a class action suit. You can't just amend/alter the terms of submitting authors' contracts like that. (Per John Scalzi's comment here at Bluesky.)
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