#allegxry

[elysiumxii]

💍 Elijah @ Bae

💍for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking | elijah & bae

With a faint, sleepy grumble, Bae turns his face into the warm, silky bedding under him, sluggishly roused to waking consciousness as his head starts to thump. Oh... alcohol. It wasn't only his head that seemed to bare witness to the night's previous activities. His back aches, as muscles shift under tan skin, broad, defined shoulder blades rolling as he groans again, feeling them stiff and aching. Not to mention the straight, sharp red lines across his skin... like that of a cane or whip.

His neck was also seizing as he rolls his face once more into squishy pillow and his right buttock seemed to sting. Unbeknownst to him, it was the reddening bite mark pressed into the firm globe that caused that particular sensation. Now and when it had happened.

Groggily Bae lifts his head, bleary eyes blinking as his lips smack together and he gives a sort of dazed gaze around, laying on his front, half sprawled across a bed that was not his own, naked as the day he was born... that's interesting. Lightly turning he intends to roll onto his front, gather up the sheets to cover his junk but his process is halted by a loud jingle beside him, as his eyes widen and glance over at the handcuffs currently tethering him to a metal bedframe. "Oh god.." he murmurs, throat gone dry, as suddenly more of the night starts to come back to him. "Oh god!"... and there was the rest of it.

[rootworkin-arc]

@allegxry​ / daniel  ➞ continued

“pretty often, yeah. i like spending time with my family.” a playful smirk curved her mouth as she looked up at him, eyes mischievous. nudging him gently, she adds. “now, if you ask if i normally invite random men to the family cookout, the answer is no.” 

of course, it was much more than a barbecue and she was sure he knew it. her cousin had just been initiated as a rootworker, and the air was fizzy with residual magic and ceremony and secrets. but daniel didn’t need to know all that and now was time for celebration anyway. the ancestors were close and wouldn’t allow for much else.

at the backdoor, pasha grabbed daniel’s sleeve, pulling him to a stop. outside, her relatives mingled in a yard illuminated by candles and fairy lights, rows of tables laden with food at the center. truthfully, she hadn’t expected daniel to make an appearance, and hadn’t been surprised when he’d missed the rites. but she supposed anyone would be tempted by the promise of good food and a safe space, and there was no place better than her family’s estate.

“i’m glad you came, but i should warn you...you’re the first man i’ve ever invited over, and they’re definitely gonna make assumptions and ask a lot of questions. no need to pretend, but i felt it was best i warned you before...y’know...” tongue touching her lips, her brows furrow for a moment before smoothing out, and she let her hand drop. there was a lot about her family that she could say, and a lot more that she couldn’t. the devereauxes were a secretive bunch, and while she was sure daniel had picked up on it from their interactions, this would be an entirely new experience. there were certain ways her family acted to newcomers that sent a lot of them running for the hills. “i promise i won’t just throw you to the wolves, but if you start to feel interrogated, let me know, yeah?”

[justacomedy-archived]

@allegxry​  :   ❛  Here  ,  take  this  .  You’ll   catch  a  cold  .  ❜

—   Bitter  cold  laced  into  the  wind  that  currents  between  the  buildings  lining  the  city’s  streets  .  Winter  is  slowly  nearing  ,  early  fall  welcomes  the  cold  weather  and  Arthur  has  long  since  grown  numb  to  the  cold  .  He  stood  outside  in  it  for  work  :  long  hours  , the  entire  day  standing  on  street  corners  spinning  signs  dressed  in  Carnival  to  attract  customers  into  the  failing  businesses  that  hire  Ha Ha’s  services  .  His  work  clothes  never  provided  him  any  shelter  from  the  cold  ,  the  fibers  have  long  since  worn  thin  and  though  he  has  lost  his  job  ,  he’s  still  acclimated  to  this  weather  in  his  own  ways  .  But  before  he  could  protest  ,  Nathan  has  already  shrugged  of  his  own  jacket  and  offered  it  to  Arthur  .  The  gesture  was  unexpected  ,  Arthur  isn’t  used  to  kind  treatment  of  any  sort  and  he’s  found  himself  caught  entirely  off  guard  .  

—   “  I  ...  Are  you  sure  ?  ”  Arthur  manages  to  spit  out  as  he  went  through  with  the  motion  of  accepting  the  offer  .  He  slips  his  arms  through  the  sleeves  ,  the  lingering  warmth  of  Nathan’s  body  head  immediately  cradles  him  along  with  the  scent  of  whatever  cologne  or  soap  Nathan  uses  .  It’s  comforting  ,  more  so  than  Arthur  would  admit  aloud  .  But  still  ,  thick  brows  furrow  in  concern  as  he  brings  his  gaze  back  up  to  meet  with  the  other’s  .  “  What  about  you  ?  Aren’t  you  going  to  get  cold  if  I’m  wearing  your  jacket  ?  ”  He  doesn’t  want  to  be  rude  and  decline  the  offer  all  together  ,  but  that  doesn’t  stop  Arthur  from  worrying  .

[thexwanderingxsouls]

[ plug ] — my muse keeps your muse plugged up with their cum - Elijah to lily

Everything was sensation and sound - heated skin, the rustle of sheets, her mounting whimpers, and his growling breaths by her ear. He'd curled up against her back as they'd woken up that morning and she'd been all too ready when he'd slid into her oh so slowly from behind, taking his time, letting her feel each beautiful inch of him. But now, nothing about the situation was slow.

Lily's fingers clenched into the fabric of the blankets and she resisted the urge to cover her mewling whimpers. Elijah liked it when she made noises and she was growing less shy about letting them fall from her lips. He always managed to coax out new levels of volume from her needy cries and as she shifted just so and hit the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her she fell off of the precipice, going to pieces. Head falling back, her cries cut off as her breath caught in her throat and she bowed back against him for a long, still moment. As she came down from the moment, Lily felt Elijah's own urgent pace and gasped as he released inside of her. She was taking her own precautions and they usually used protection, but in the heat of this moment this morning, well...the thought had slipped their minds. She'd fantasized about this, fantasized about feeling him fill her and the deep satiating warmth.

While Elijah processed his own after effects, Lily stayed curled against him, savoring the aftershocks and shivers that still wracked her small frame. Finally, she started to pull away to go clean herself up but she felt Elijah's arm tighten around her waist, keeping her firmly in place as his lips found purchase on her shoulder with a soft kiss. There were whispered words, sensual murmurs about wanting to keep her just like this for a while longer - filled with him cum and with his cock. And Lily felt no desire to protest, settling in to bask in the afterglow with her body still filled with him. "Of course, Sir. I wouldn't dream of moving right now," was her quiet, contented reply though she was shy about how much she truly enjoyed this. Enjoyed him.

[never-surrender]

'Take off your shirt. Don't give me that look' hades @ Aubrey (:

hidden injury || hella accepting

She really thought she could get away with it ... damn it. She should have known that she wouldn't have been able to slip past Hades without him realizing something was up ... she wasn't the type to pass by him without saying something or offering up a hug. In the end it was her body language that gave away her pain that she tried to deny, stuttering up some kind of an excuse ...

It was all futile.

Heaving a sigh, Aubrey attempted to give Hades a look, one that clearly did no good. "...Fine.." huffing, Aubrey carefully stripped from her shirt, hissing in a sharp sound as the wound was rubbed against and soon revealed. Long claw marks decorated her stomach now, still oozing a little blood and clear liquid

"Its nothing, I swear..."

[elysiumxii]

💍 Silas @ Giselle MUAHAHA

💍for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking | silas & giselle

"Mmm.." with a soft, sleepy murmur, Giselle lets bare legs slide slowly through silky hotel bedsheets, as her cheek turns into squishy pillows and messy blonde hair strewn across a white bed set. For a moment, as sleepy limbs stretch, she is sweetly at peace... before the thumping in her head becomes more apparent, and her brow crinkles in discomfort. Oh... that was a hangover and a half!

Her throat is dry, her eyes scratchy and even with them closed, she can feel the room spin. Her next noise is a much more disgruntled groan. Drinking, yes. She remembers there being drinking... and dancing too. She'd been on a table at one point, had she slipped? There were memories there, just floating under the surface but every time she tried to reach for them they disappeared like wisps of smoke. So instead she focuses on her body.

Letting out another groan, Giselle rolls onto her back, feeling every inch of naked sing slip under the sheets - well it wasn't unheard of for her to just tear off whatever slinky dress she'd been wearing for a night out and dive into bed naked, so that's not too alarming at first. Groggily she lifts a hand, thinking to rub at her face but her limbs felt heavy, so instead she drops it. Only it doesn't land on an empty half of the bed, no, instead it thumps lightly on something solid, warm and unmistakably chest like. A naked chest. A man's chest.

With a gasp her head turns, eyes now open, room still spinning, as her other hand grips at the sheet against her chest and she looks around at the man laying beside her. She quickly realises 3 things. 1, he is indeed a real man and he is very naked, beside her. 2, his face is familiar, looking at him now the memories were there, but still evading her and 3, ...he was gorgeous.

Sitting up quickly, messy bed hair of spun gold falling against her bare back, Giselle is very quickly leaping up, out of the bed and taking the bedsheet with her, wrapping it quickly around a bare, peachy butt to cover herself but in that brief moment forgetting that it was all they had. Seeing more skin than she had intended to, she quickly lets out a soft scream of surprise and clamps both hands against her face, turning away from the now very naked man in her hotel bed. Making sure to hold her own makeshift sheet dress tight with her elbows.

She had fallen off the table, she remembers now!... and right into this guys lap. Only thing she hadn't remembered yet was why there was a gaudy, shiny ring on her engagement finger currently pressed against her face as she whimpers her soft prayers to the Lord.

[auriibus]

@allegxry

Legolas

∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . - legolas

Though the action was unexpected, in her sleepy haze, Eris wasn't about to question the elf's actions. Instead she snuggled into the warmth his body provided, her nose brushing softly against his neck as she took in the earthy scent that seemed to permanently be on his skin. "You woke me up." Eris muttered, knowing full well he could hear her clearly, but the tone of her voice did nothing to hide her pout. She shifted again then, just enough to pull her head back to look at him. "How long have you been back?"

[thexwanderingxsouls]

@allegxry​

“There,” Cassidy huffed as she dropped a final armload of sticks and dried up, broken branches to the ground by the camp chairs she’d also brought along, “that should get up through until daylight tomorrow. Excellent timing, too.” She mused, lifting her gaze to the setting sun over the expansive lake. It never ceased to amaze her how beautiful the sunsets were here, all burnished gold and pinks mingling with the lingering blue of the day until it all faded to an inky, star-filled black. That had been one of the selling features when she’d purchased her cabin within a few mile’s walking distance of the camping spot. Cass had managed to drag Elijah away from his work long enough for a weekend camping excursion, even if it was near her house. Something about being out in nature still felt like being miles away from the ‘real world’, and she had felt they both could use the break.

“Should we set up the tent now, later, or would you rather sleep under the stars?” Her grin was infectious as she plopped down next to him in a camp chair, using the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her brow. Her muscles already had that slight delicious ache from the manual labor that came with setting up camp and it felt like coming home. Leaning over, she let her head perch on Elijah’s shoulder, peering up at him with bright navy eyes, “It’s supposed to be a nice night and no one really comes out this far into this part of the woods this time of year.”