* 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘

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im in a headcanon writing mood.  so erm is there any specific things you wanna know about the muses that i shall post to @mythologiaes when im done?? come on…you can ask for anything !

[traqicsouls]

working on a post of small nsfw headcanons for the new blog and one for Demi is  - she’s one of the few people,   who doesn’t have a sensitive neck. her most sensitive part of her body....is her back.   if someone was to run their fingers down her back....during well, that safe to say this girl is a squirming mess!

[traqicsouls]

*     mythosisms     |     ❛   elysia   hellfire   ❜ ​

Normally, when Hades left the Underworld to do god knows what, Elysia felt some time of peace. Sure, when Hades left, it meant she wasn’t allowed to leave the Underworld AT ALL. She couldn’t even zap up there for a quick visit to see the stars. But time worked differently in the Underworld and that meant if Hades was only gone for a couple of days, it equated to a month in the Underworld. Oh yes, normally she would be less temperamental and on edge.

That is until her cousin almost DIED.

She was situated in her personal lounge room, agitation evident on her shoulders, in her eyes as Cer entered. Elysia was by the balcony, leaning against the railing with her arms folded, cocking her head a bit and studying Cer as he approached. Her gaze was always so cold, so calculated, as if she was analyzing every single potential iota of a threat, but with Cer it softened. She didn’t have to be a warrior with Cer – not when it was just the two of them. 

She decided to give him a brief explanation, even though she was worried out of her mind over Karina - it was still more than anyone else would get from her. “She was here, in her SOUL form. The bitch almost DIED – Are you pouting right now?” She arched a brow, letting her arms drop to her sides before walking over to him and dropping down onto the seat beside him, kicking her legs up onto the coffee table. “Of course Rus went with him, kissing his ass the entire time.” 

It was stormy and the weather was rather unstable in the Underworld – it usually happened after a power shift. This time it was Hades stepping out for a bit. The only issue was that every time there was a power shift like this, her damn back ached, the scars feeling like they were fresh wounds, reminding her of a time she’d rather forget. It only added to her agitation. Nothing in her expression gave away any physical discomfort, as usual. A hint of a smirk began to play on her lips. “– Poor little beastie, bored out of his mind babysitting the bad naughty souls of Tartarus. Want to sneak out of here and have some fun?”

    𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐖𝐇𝐎  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  ;       meant he kept a lot of secrets.      (   𝘧𝘢𝘳  𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯  𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 .   )           the biggest he kept  ;     from Elysia was the secret regarding her cousin.   Oh Cerberus was aware of the deal Karina had made,    of the fact that the daughter of Poseidon was forever linked to her uncle.   in the harshest of ways.    and normally he’d tell Elysia,   given she was his friend,     someone he was loyal too.    but he couldn’t get the damn words out,   for fear of Kerry being killed,   as well as her descendants.    Hades knowing just the right way keep Cerberus mute.    Lord,   even with the asshole gone he wanted to say something,   but given the huge argument that would follow.    Hades would find a way to punish him.

   it was why as she ranted      —      over Karina’s recent near death     [  .  .  .  ]      he idly plays with his hands.    keeping the pout on his features as to give nothing away.    he had mastered it a long time ago.   hell he’d mastered it on Hades.     a way to not give a damn thing away no matter what he was feeling,   or thinking.    eyes look over at her as his pout soon shifts and lifts into a smirk.     oh he could taste her anger on the air and it was amusing him.    and for a small second he felt almost sorry for the other demi-god.   Elysia’s mood was almost spectacular.    not to mention hot as fuck,   but that was a thought for later.

      “   huh  ……   guess she was up to mayhem again.    but i did see quite a few cult members arrive so she at least took some down with her.    ”      it wasn’t a good bargain       [  .  .  .  ]      oh Cer knew that.   but it was the most he could comment on the situation.     without giving away the secret and screwing Kerry for the rest of eternity.          “   not pouting.   im bored.    and of course he fucking went,    sometimes it’s hard to see how the fuck that man is mine and Kerry’s big brother.   ”       if it wasn’t for the fact the three came together to create their beast form,   thanks to their blood bond,    most could be forgiven for not realising they were related.   but fuck Cer wished he could kill Rus,   just for some damn peace.

     as she sits next to him,    his arm comes up to rest on the back of the couch.    his thumb idly tracing along the curve of her neck.        “   please babysitting the souls is more fun than what we were doing  ……   i was stuck helping Kerry guard the titans.     even more boring.    ”         oh many times he felt sorry for Kerry’s punishment.    of sitting around making sure those assholes never escaped.    which was amusing given the siblings were born during the time the titans were getting imprisoned.        “   oh you know me princess  ……    i’m always down for fun and mayhem.    ”       eyes gleaming with amusement and curiosity at just what her plans were.    god he was down for anything.

[traqicsouls]

*     mythosisms     |     ❛   elysia   hellfire   ❜ ​

Elysia tried not to laugh as she felt Cer’s hands right on her rear, she really tried. But the laugh bubbled out of her anyway, knowing EXACTLY what he was trying to do. But this was one of her oldest friends, a person that knew the darkest parts of her past and stood beside her through it with unwavering loyalty. Just like Kerry had done. Though she’d been a little…. closer with Cer in intimacy than she had with Kerry, but it was all in the past. It had been a way for her to forget what she was even if it was for a brief period of time. However, that part of their relationship stopped when she locked eyes with Deeks at his bar. 

Cer’s vulnerability shot through her and she hugged him a bit tighter, sending mental calming messages to her mate. She glanced over at Deeks, an unspoken message passing between them and she smiled at Deeks softly, nodding once before Deeks (reluctantly) headed back into the house. Cer was still in heaps of trouble and would likely get harassed by Deeks the next time they met, but for now they had some privacy on Elysia’s request. “Erm… speaking of the hottie, get yer hands off my rear before he attacks you.” 

Her feet met the ground and she settled his hands around her waist, looking up at him with a knowing fondness and understanding. “Yeah… it’s a lot to get used to. I bet Kerry is having the time of her life exploring Egypt… though there is a lot of tourism now and a lot less history behind it with all this…. globalization.” Her hand came up, resting against his cheek. “I tried to find you, tried to go back to the Gates.” Even the term left a bitter taste in her mouth. “But I couldn’t get too close to them, I’m…. I’m sorry.” 

It was the first time Elysia had apologized, feeling that she had abandoned him to the fate he hated this entire time. It had happened on her coronation day; she remembered the dress she wore, black silk so fine, with jewels. it’s as if they carried the stars within the fabric. She remembered the text she got from Deeks, the one that professed his love. She remembered the crushing weight of her fate pressing down on her chest, causing her to be unable to breathe, unable to accept that she had not only fallen in love, but that person loved her back in return. It was Cer who saw her completely unhinged, a god damn mess, and he got her out of there….out of the Gates long enough so she could see Deeks one last time before that crown was situated on her head and her soul was tied to the throne forever. It was that day the curse on her – one she didn’t even know existed – completely shattered, causing an explosion of power. The rest was history.  “Have you been out… since that day?” She whispered.

    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ;       that went further then one could imagine.      (   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺  𝘣𝘦  𝘱𝘶𝘵  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 .   )           he had been there  ;     during her treatment at Hades’ hands.    had suffered through his own for a few millennia before.    and it had given him  strange insight into knowing what was happening.   thus a friendship had been born,   partnered with his sister.    but of course he and Elysia had gone further,    lost themselves in each other to forget,   used each other as a means of forgetting the pain.   since she had left,   they’d drifted back into their friendship with ease.

    he had been there      —      the day she chose her mate      [  .  .  .  ]      over everything else.    and lord happiness had spread through him,    that she at least escaped her curse.    his had no ending,   but hers was at least now broken.    and she could look forward to at least finding a shred of happiness.     hellfire blue eyes look over at her mate,   seeing the disgruntled look on his face has him smirking.   and as he heads inside,  Cerberus can’t help but squeeze Elysia’s ass once more,   just for fun.    as oh he respected the mate bond,     being a part of one of the eldest beasts in existence meant he could smell it.   rather easily.

   “   huh  ……   i’m not scared of the puppy.    ”      he smirks lightly    [  .  .  .  ]      as his eyes burn into hers.    nothing but mischief burning in them as he listens to her.   even now his loyalty was still with her,   his friend.    and oh he paid attention to everything she said.         “   oh we’ve noticed.    hence i’m keeping an ear out in case she causes a riot in her anger.   ”       he wished he was joking when it came to that.   but both Elysia and himself knew how,   annoyed Kerry could get with the smallest things.   Cer was the most calm of the siblings,   unless it came to causing mischief.

   an eyebrow raises,   at her apology and quickly he shakes his head.        “   hey you’ve got nothing to apologise for  ……   that place is the home of both our nightmares.    so don’t you dare apologise okay.   because you have no damn reason,   you were happy.  building your future and that,   makes me happy okay.    ”         hellfire eyes burn into hers,   drilling home the truth of his words.    making her see that he didn’t carry an inch of resentment that she couldn’t go back.     lord if it wasn’t for the fact he didn’t have too,   even he wouldn’t go back.        “   more or less.    our shackles broke that day.    but we didn't leave till Zeus stormed the place  ……    it provided the best distraction.    ”       large shoulders rolling in a shrug as he tried not to think of that day.

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜ ​

Astra thought Julius was one of the most down to earth, charming men she’d ever met. She knew it from the day she’d dragged him upstairs and made him taste test all her sample bakery for the fundraiser event. He’d handled it with such patience – what’s more, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Oh, Astra could tell when someone was comfortable in her presence and she saw the moment his shoulders eased and Jules became … just Jules. Oh, it didn’t matter to Astra if he was some famous big-shot star. Though now she was rather interested in watching his movies, just so she could know his world a little bit better. More than that, though, she just wanted HIM. 

Astra knew Jules was taking it slow on purpose, but Astra did not believe it would be any less meaningless if they gave into each other. Yes, Astra wanted him and she made it very clear with the press of her lips against his, the press of her soft body against his hard frame. Kissing him made her feel WILD, like some inhibited part of her woke up and wanted to be reckless with him. The way he kissed her back, the groan against her mouth, the press of his lips against the back of her neck had her so unbelievably wet, soft moans falling from her lips, head tilting to give him more room. 

Julius led her to the mirror, where she laid her hands against the dressing table right in front of the large mirror, hair cascading over one shoulder as she whimpered, feeling him rid her of her underwear, fingers against her folds, unable to help the BUCK of her hips as he touched her. Oh it had been a long time since she’d done this with another man, and none of those times felt as intense as this. His words shoot a sense of THRILL in her, meeting his gaze in the mirror before brown eyes dropped to where their hips met, legs widening before he was sheathed inside her and oh – her body tensed from his SIZE, but also at how damn perfectly he fit her. He stretched her to the limit, thrusting in and out slowly as she not only adjusted, but felt each and every inch of him. He was made for her.

“Oh,” she couldn’t help the mewl, head lowering without meaning to as he increased the speed of his thrusts before she forces herself to look up, hooded gaze meeting his as his lips curve into a knowing smirk. A wild part of her promised she’d smack that smirk off his face next time, when she was on her knees and he couldn’t do anything but grip her hair for dear life. But for now, she was lost, lost in the rhythm of his hips slamming into her from behind, breathless sounds falling from her as they maintained eye contact. Oh, her eyes never left his when she uttered the word, “Harder.” And then she couldn’t help the lowering of her head, pleasure overtaking her body as her moans became louder, less restrained, hand coming up to press against the cool mirror. “Oh, Jules,” she whimpered, feeling her first orgasm SLAMMING into her without warning, entire body shuddering from the waves of pleasure overtaking her body. Despite her legs beginning to shake, all she could think was: more. 

    𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐄𝐑   ;      he could be himself.      (   𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦  𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘪𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴.   )           she didn’t see his fame  ;     nor did she only want to get close to him because he was famous.    after all she at first had no idea who he was,   and he had the strangest inclination that she still hadn’t seen a single one of his movies.     which if he was honest with himself,    made him happy.   it kept a sense of normality between them,    allowed him to be just a normal person in the cocoon of happiness that was her presence.     maybe he was selfish in wanting that,   but if he was honest with himself.     he didn’t care.    because he wanted to know her,   as just Jules.

      it was why      —      he had kept things slow.    didnt want to push the limits      [  .  .  .  ]      as oh his world wasn’t the easiest to navigate.    she knew that by the flocks of people that tended to follow him,    and in reality that was the easiest part.    the worst part was the way he had no privacy at all.     and she was something he wanted to keep private,    to protect her from the harsh realities of his world.     and to of course be selfish with for as long as he could.     but oh the impatience in her was clear,    and the press of her lips woke up the deepest corners of his desire,    all of it chained with her name.

    a wild need woke up,     and he wanted nothing more than to claim her.    to make her his     [  .  .  .  ]      and it was almost as though he could taste that need on her lips.    everything else was a blur,   all he could focus on was the taste of her,    the feel of her beneath his fingers.    and oh that tight heat that wraps around him as he sheaths home.    meeting her gaze in the mirror,   caused prickles of desire to spread over his skin,    as he watches her slowly come undone.    to slowly drown in the desire the two were creating with such a dance.    it was intoxicating.

  she was built for him,   it was the one thing he had thought since he met her.    but now,   feeling the desire and need pulsing between them.     Oh it was something that was solidified inside his mind even more.    the two move together in a way that acted as though they were built to do it,    that they’d done it for far longer than was real.    and oh it made his head spin.    fingers marking her hips,    staking his claim to her body.     her request has him smirking as he does just that,    slamming into her,   the sound of flesh hitting flesh ringing out in the room.   as he drives her so steadily towards her first orgasm.    first of many.

     “   uh  huh  ……   look.    ”      words are a command     [  .  .  .  ]      as one hand wraps her long hair around his wrist.    and the other settles on her neck.   forcing her to once more meet his gaze.   as he rises out her orgasm.    purposefully going slow once more to drag it out,    he could feel her body shake and oh he knew he wasn’t done with her.     not by a long shot.    curling her backwards,    so her head rested against his shoulder,     his lips curved along the delicate curve of her neck before biting down.     eyes soon meeting hers in the reflective surface.         “   look baby.     see how perfect i fill you.   ”       his thumb presses momentarily against her air,    as once he notes her looking,    he increases his thrusts.    fulfilling her earlier request to go harder.     once more.

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*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜​

It was rare that Astra was this impatient. No, while she was confident and knew what she wanted, there was an air of IMPATIENCE that surrounded her as Julius Contavius led her somewhere private. And it was evident in her movements, the way her skin burned against his touch, the way her lips moved against his, the way she all but mounted him as something deep inside her wanted to CLAIM. It was odd; she had never behaved in such a manner before. However, when their lips met for the first time, it was as if she’d been engulfed by an inferno, the desire flaming over her skin, taking over her emotions. Perhaps it was simply their chemistry as some souls were rather compatible with others. 

But as she hears him GROWL, as his fingers gripped her rear and dragged her over his length, her mind went blank of anything that did not involve fucking him. His hardness against her core caused her to let out a breathy moan against the skin of his neck before his hands wraps around her neck and suddenly, they’re kissing again. It was less kissing and more DEVOURING each other, as if both of them wanted each other’s taste lingering in their mouths long after this was over. 

She wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath her dress and after a shift of her hand, her magic had his pants completely disappear, allowing her to finally FEEL him against her folds without any barriers; it caused her to groan softly into the kiss, loving the way he felt, LOVING the way his hand wrapped around her throat. Yes, she didn’t want to wait anymore. They could go slow later, couldn’t they? 

With a shift of her hips, she was sinking down onto him slowly, inch by inch. Her body went tense momentarily, getting accustomed to his size, tearing her lips from his as her breath hitched in her throat. He stretched her wide, causing her head to fall back a little as pleasure mixed in with the pain. She guided his hands to her hips while her own hand wrapped around his neck and soon, she began rising and falling on his cock, setting a slow rhythm, rolling her hips against his as the feel of him completely took over. She enjoyed complimenting her partners and so, had to say, “You feel…so amazing,” it was murmured against his ear before she nipped at his earlobe. “You’re perfect,” it was breathed out in complete truth. He fit her perfectly, the chemistry was perfect, the kisses drove her wild – speaking of – 

Her mouth found his again, kissing him in a way that downright CLAIMED him before her hips set a faster rhythm, one that was more demanding, one that had her hips rising until his tip showed before they fell all the way down to his hilt, hitting a spot within her that had her breathless. She suddenly wanted this to last.

    𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘  ;       was undeniable.      (   𝘰𝘩  𝘪𝘵  𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮.   )           from the moment his eyes had met hers  ;     it coursed through his veins like wildfire.   setting every single one of his nerve endings on fire,    adding a tension in his shoulders that didn’t seem to have an ending.    but one thing was for sure,    and that was the way he craved her.    the want to taste filled his every sense.     and oh he craved to take his time,    to explore her like she was some lost destination he just had to know.    it was crazy thinking in reality,    but then again he always had been a rebel.

  he could feel her heat      —      through the thin material of his trousers.    and god it just increased his craving      [  .  .  .  ]      increased the need in which he wanted her.    and as though she could read his mind,    soon he feels not even a shred of barrier between them.    his hands following her guidance easily and settling on her hips,    as her own hand comes to wrap around his throat.    a gleam of pleasure overtakes his eyes as they meet hers,    a sure fire indication that right now,    she was exploiting one of his kinks.    she had unlocked it from it’s dormant state.

  that was also true,     as he purposefully pushes against  her grip      [  .  .  .  ]      causing it to tighten around his flesh.    the feel of her heat soon sheathing on his cock has his eyes rolling momentarily.      lord she was fucking tight.    he knew he was far above average size,    that wasn’t a secret.    but lord just the feel of her tightness around him had his head falling back momentarily.     hands tightening their hold on her hips in an almost bruising manner as her words caress his senses.    but lord he was barely listening,    instead he was losing himself in the feel of her,     of their chemistry and utter desire.

  as her lips claim his,   he once more pushes against her hold.     showing her that he didn’t break easy.    he could be used in any way she wished and he could handle every ounce.    he wasn’t built like a normal man.    A growl slowly builds in his chest as he pulls away from her lips,   reverberating loudly in the room as he meets her eyes.      his own blinking slowly as he watches the desire coil over her features.     oh he had tasted the claim in her kiss,    and that was a shackle he’d wear fucking happily.     “   that’s it angel  ……   take it.    ”      Oh he was quite happy to be under her control,     as despite his incessant need to be in control,   that need that was slowly trickling into his system.     oh the larger part of him simply wanted to watch her come undone.    a sight that was slowly becoming a favoured view.

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜ ​

Astra could tell that Julius was someone who never ever got denied what he wanted. The entitlement oozed off him in waves. Usually that was not at all the type of individuals Astra was attracted to, at least she thought so. Worst of all, she didn’t know WHY Julius wanted her of all people, out of millions of others he could have chosen. Perhaps he liked the chase, liked the fact that she didn’t BOW to his sheer power. Maybe he thought this was all a GAME. 

The tension had been there from the moment he walked through those doors, from the first conversation they had, something tangible had formed between them that neither could get rid of. Oh, it was far more complicated than it seemed and she was fairly sure he was HIDING many things about what this tangible thing was between them. Then again, a part of her was afraid to ASK. 

In the blink of an eye he was behind her, fingers dragging up her sides and she found her eyes fluttering halfway-shut. How can someone so dark, so seemingly terrible, ignite such a strong feeling of DESIRE from her? She thought she was strong enough to fight it, strong enough to ward it off. Hell, a part of her even though it was some SPELL cast on her, but it wasn’t. This was coming from her and he wasn’t playing fair by ENHANCING the sensitivity she had to his touch. It caused her head to fall back against his shoulder, a shiver running down her spine as his lips met her neck. 

But she had more questions, needed to get them out – “But why… me?” her voice was hoarse, cheeks flushed, legs already beginning to feel weak as she remembered the LAST time they’d been in this position, when desire won out. But she wasn’t going to give in. Not yet. With mental strength she didn’t know she had, she turned in his grasp and pushed him back, which did very little as it was like pushing an immovable wall. So she took a few steps back instead, trying to calm her breathing. Space, she needed space. It was easier to think when he wasn’t close to her. “Is this what you like to do during your spare time? Surely you have better things to do. Do you not SLEEP? What… What are you, exactly?” She swallowed, willing the desire she felt to fade, instead rambling out questions he probably had no patience for. He just came here to fuck her, after all, for that’s all he wanted. She couldn’t pinpoint his exact species, as it seemed there were others overlapping. More than anything, she wanted to know WHAT she was up against.

    𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃  ;       he always got what he wanted.      (   𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘪𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵  𝘩𝘦  𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸  𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.   )           it did make him entitled  ;     but that was how his life was.   his father had raised him in the shadows,   had taught him that his power meant he could have anything he wanted.    and oh he had used that since and become one hell of a force of nature.   making the darkness his home and the power his own.    and right now there was one thing he wanted.   Astra.    and oh he knew his entitlement was usually something she hated,    and yet she was drawn to him.    falling deep under his spell.

    she wanted answers      —     it was the desire he could sense the strongest.    she wanted to know      [  .  .  .  ]      what he was and the things he was hiding.    her curiosity burned almost as strong as her desire.     and it made him chuckle deep in his chest.    as did her fight,    the way she fought against her mind and body.     as oh her body was already under his control,   but her mind,   that had some fight left.     of course he preferred it that way,    that sense of freedom inside of her.   it added a spark that made the chase all the better.    maybe he was a masochist in that sense,   giving the fight also meant she could change the fate between them.    but eh he found it all amusing.

     seeing her fight,   has him smirking.     her small hands barely moving his frame but still he takes a few steps back like she does,      large tattooed arms coming up to cross over his chest as he hums softly.          “   i am asleep darling,   same as you  ……   hence the dream walking.    ”      his hand comes up     [  .  .  .  ]       idly swirling around as to indicate the dream.     surprisingly he had a lot of patience for her questions,    which he knew would be a surprise.        “   and why you  ……   well that question will be answered in time.    ”        he was playing coy and he knew it.   but there was still small instances he was figuring out.    he was still connecting the dots,    but oh he knew he was close to his answers.    which would of course mean his chase of her,    would be endless.

    he moves forward     once more encroaching on her personal space.    eyes flashing molten silver for a moment before drifting back to his usual dark brown.        “   hmmm tell me  ……   what do you sense.    ”         he removes the blocking he’d put in place.    his ability to control her dreams allowing him to initially block just who he was.      what he was.       “   come on angel,    get your answers.    ”       moving towards her,    his hand drags slowly down the curve of her jaw.       he knew if she concentrated,    she’d sense his wolf,   his witch,   his vampire side.    all of it a powerful mix.

      he also knew,    there was slight taint of god blood in his system.   due to being turned into a vampire by his sister,    the granddaughter of hades and hecate.     but oh he was curious to now just what she’d sense.    to know just how much of his power she could detect.    as the one thing he knew,    from being around power so much,    was she was indeed powerful.    and just had no idea of how much.

[selcouthwitch]

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜​

@traqicwolf​ sent: ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . / lessons in love v.2

They made it about 15 minutes into the movie before their lips met, sharing feverish kisses in the dark corner of the theatre, the sounds of their action drowned out by the blaring movie on the screen. Astra was hauled onto Julius’ lap, her arms winding around him as they kissed with a reckless abandon Astra had never known her entire life. The taste of him burned into her, imprinted itself into her very being and it was addicting, downright frying her brain cells as he kissed her with the same desperation and urgency she was feeling. Bare fingers curled into his dark hair, kissing him harder.

Astra didn’t wear her gloves tonight. While she had Awakened, it was still a habit she had yet to shake off as she adjusted to her new abilities. Julius didn’t let her touch a thing other than him throughout the entire day. Everything from opening doors for her to shifting her away from the crowded areas of their date with his body, blocking them all out, making her fall for him a little more.

Now, however, neither of them were really behaving, especially as she felt Julius’ hand slide beneath her skirt and shifting her thong aside as he began to play with her, swallowing the soft whimpers she made, the movie drowning out the way she shifted restlessly against his hand, the way she whined against his lips. He brought her over the edge two times with his fingers alone, his eyes drinking in her expressions, seeming to enjoy every bit of it. Her face was flushed pink, face buried against his neck, body trembling as he worked to bring her over the edge a third time, forgetting where she was, not even knowing what part they were on in the movie. 

“J-Julius,” his name was said breathlessly as her hips bucked, as his finger played her like she were an instrument he had exceptional experience in. But she could feel him taking his sweet time with the third one, fingers stroking as if they had all the time in the world, but some greedy monster in her was awake and … and WANTED. It wanted him. “—Oh, please –,” she was shifting restlessly against him, her hand wrapping around his wrist. “Julius, please.” Her plea was hot against his neck as she felt herself getting closer to the edge once more.

    𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ;       his sister was covering for him.      (   𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳.   )           allowing him to take Astra on a date  ;     the date he had managed to convince her to go on with him.     and oh he knew if Elias was to learn about this,   he would quite literally have his balls chopped off.    which was why he had employed his sister to distract her mate.    so his balls would at least stay attached to his body,    and he could get to know the woman his wolf,   and himself,  was highly interested in.    Elias could kill him later.

   he had been observant      —      during the whole of the date.    making sure she didn’t get overwhelmed      [  .  .  .  ]      that no one forced her abilities into overdrive.   it was an easy task if he was honest,    and after a while he noted he was doing it automatically.    his body moving with ease as the conversation flowed with ease.     it was the one thing he had always noticed,   with Astra he didn’t have to force anything.    and oh he didn’t have to hide who he was,    hide the strength that burned within him.    which he was having to do as well,   given they were around humans.

  though if he was honest,     he now had absolutely no idea what the movie was about     [  .  .  .  ]      the plans changing more than fifteen minutes in.    and given the way her weight settled perfectly in his lap,   the way her lips had tasted against his.    and oh the smell of her arousal dancing around them,    he couldn’t say he was too bothered at missing it.    his dark eyes were almost black with desire as he watches her.    inching her towards that third release.    but oh this one he was dragging out,   playing along the edges of release before pulling back.   it was sweet torture he knew,    but the way she writhed against him,    nails digging into his flesh.

    “   hmmm  ……   please what.    ”      he croons     [  .  .  .  ]      words heated and laced with his desire.    his fingers never ceasing their actions as he his other hand digs into the flesh of her rear,    idling as she continues to move.      oh she was fucking glorious and it was a sight he was going to happily burn into his mind.     the flush danced along her face,   and he had the biggest inclination to see just how far it went.    but that would mean stopping.    and he didn’t want to right now .         “   come on baby,    you gotta tell me what you want.   ”       his words dance along the shell of her ear,    right as his thumb increases pressure on her clit,   dragging round in slow circles.

   he could hear around him,   and no one was even aware of what they were doing.     and oh that just made everything even better.        “   i'll give you what you need  ……   just beg for it.    ”         words take on an almost growl,    man and wolf merging as one.    both intent on dragging pleasure from her body.

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry​     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜

Astra’s few friends growing up always warned her she was far too kind and she shouldn’t trust men so blindly. It was true - Astra always saw the best in people and Julius at the time had already cemented his reputation as the high school bad boy. It wasn’t until they’d gotten paired up for a project that she saw the layers beneath and it honestly did not take long for her to fall headfirst for him. They’d become friends first, which developed into something far more than Astra had ever imagined. Oh, it caused problems and drama around them as his fangirls certainly did not like that Julius was infatuated with Astra and wouldn’t get over her, and it caused problems with the males as well, who were only now noticing how attractive Astra was. Indeed, she was the one who stayed off the radar, preferring to draw in silence or spend time in the library. They’d survived the storm of high school together. Then they survived university together despite attending separate ones. And recently, they had finally moved in together – Astra was LOVING it. Living with Julius now truly felt like she was home. 

Oh, Astra trusted Julius blindly, without remorse. Her mind, body, soul all entrusted to him and he cared for it so lovingly. She smiled warmly as he came over to her, chin already tilted up, knowing she was getting a kiss. Brown eyes met his after he pecks her lips and laughed softly. “A love story about me, hmm? But what would it be called?” Astra pondered over it for a few seconds. “How about…Paint me a melody?” 

The second kiss caused her eyes to close, hand raising to cup his cheek, kissing him back lovingly before they broke apart. A smile curved her lips at that. “Shush. You deserve me. You deserve all the wonderful things in the world, Jules.” And she believed that completely. silencing any protest with another kiss. “Did you know… That I love you to the ends of the earth and back?”

     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃  ;       through the hell of high school.      (   𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢𝘯  𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.   )          he had a reputation  ;     was known as the bad boy.   the one all the girls wanted.   and he only wanted Astra,   it had been that way since he’d gotten to know her.   even in college,   no one had been able to make his eyes stray,    and lord they had tried.   every girl in blinking distance had tried to get into his bed.   but he had ignored them,   and now they had finally moved in together.   and were working towards their future.   a future they would walk together.

    he grins      —     as she predicts his movements.    her head tilting ready for the kiss      [  .  .  .  ]      the way the two move together,   further proof they had since mastered how to move together,   to work around each other.    their understanding was soul deep,   and it was one that gave Julius life.   honestly he wouldn’t know what he’d do without the woman currently in his arms.   he grins at her words,   a dark brow raising as he hums.    lip pouting slightly before he chuckles.

   “   the ends of the earth  ……   how am i supposed to beat that.    ”      teasing falling off his lips     [  .  .  .  ]       as his eyebrows waggle in a faux taunt.   he was still thinking over her previous statement.    hence hitting the last ones first.        “   though if youre not busy  ……   i’m sure i can physically find a way to outdo such a statement.    ”        oh if she knew him well enough,   she would know his thoughts had just gone very very r-rated.   which was usual with her around.    lord he was pretty sure it was how his mind worked almost constantly.   his thoughts always featuring her.    always.

   lips curl upwards,    into a sinful smirk as he leans down.    his breathe dancing over the curve of her neck before his tongue dances out,    to taste along the edge of her ear.        “   as im sure i can produce a lovely melody  ……   with my tongue.    ”         it was his hint that he had listened to her statement.     and oh ‘paint me a melody’ was definitely something he would name his work one day.     oh even now as his tongue trailed over her skin.   he had the basis of the song forming in his head.

[traqicsouls]

*     mythosisms     |     ❛   cyrus  panhellenios   ❜

Cyrus was in a semi-permanent FOWL mood since he saw Demi Contavius in his damn classroom. What the fuck was she doing here? She should be well on her way graduating from MIT and being around other snobby people who looked down on others. He had felt worse than the scum beneath her feet when she left without a single word.  

He thought he was over it. But every time people came close to him, in the way Julius or Mel had, they’d come right up against a barrier that told them they could go no further. The last person to go further was Demi and that had resulted in a disaster of great proportions. Her fuckin teacher – that’s how he found out. Did she think of him SO BENEATH her that he wasn’t even worth saying goodbye to? 

In the weeks that followed, Cyrus learned that she was part of cheerleading, and immediately targeted the cheerleading team, sleeping his way through the women as if it were sport. Hey, they were using him just as much as he was using them, that was for sure. And if people thought Cyrus was violent – it had NOTHING on the way those cheerleaders’ bones were broken. Further proof that the hate between them was mutual. 

Cyrus had grown distant with Mel and Julius as well, not hanging out as much, pouring himself in his training and classes. Her presence was a harsh reminder that people in his life had no issues leaving him. And that since Mel and Jules were related to Demi, they would have no problem giving up on him either. He wasn’t MEAN with Mel and Jules, no. Not unless he was provoked. Instead, he just avoided just about everyone. Even at the Halloween party, he was that distant fuckboy that had no emotion behind those metal grey hues – that’s the image that protected him the most. He didn’t give a fuck that it was Demi’s birthday. 

The day finally came; they had a big game, he had finally turned into that cold ice mountain he was supposed to be, laser focused on winning, barely listening to Julius as he spoke, barely listening to Raza either, who had been shooting him looks of worry these past few weeks but stayed a comfortable distance away. Suddenly, a familiar pair of sapphire eyes caught his own and for the second time in this fucking semester, he was caught off guard, all but SHOVED back into the locker room, her small body covering the door. 

He stared at her in disbelief, anger and hurt clouding his eyes. And then he sees the FEAR, the slight shirk under his looming presence. That fear was never present in her eyes before, not in high school, no matter what stunts he pulled. She stood up to him in ways no one else did and gave him hell, and looking back at it, that was probably what triggered his attachment. But now –  Cyrus took a few steps back, jaw locked in a way that told him he wanted OUT of this room no matter what he had to say, but going towards her would only make that fear increase and gods – he should just fucking transfer out of this damn school.  

Oh Cyrus knew he had been mean in the past. He was a dumbass teenage boy who picked on her because she had everything he ever wanted. And when he was mean, oh he was so fucking brutal, but somewhere along their mean banter and snarky remarks, a friendship had been formed. Or so he thought.   

 Because before i left,   i realised i loved you.    i’d fallen in love with you and i wouldn’t survive the pain if you went back to how it was before.  so i left. Cyrus didn’t know what he was expecting but that was NOT it. His stony expression faltered, the words processing in his mind, the combination of those 26 letters falling from her lips in that sequence not making a shred of fucking sense to him. And she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, lips forming more words but he honestly couldn’t hear anything past that one sentence. And then she was gone, leaving him dumbstruck. Love. When was the last time he heard that word? The meaning behind all his anger suddenly made sense. 

The game was over within the hour. The reason? Cyrus Panhellenios. He blazed through the field like a MINE FIELD, setting off a level of violence that was cunning, volatile, and downright brutal. He ran with the football and while there were swarms trying to stop him, he shoved and brutalized his way through to the point where half the opponent’s team was unable to play. And they took the victory. Raza’s concerned looks DOUBLED in intensity, but Cyrus merely took his own helmet off and tossed it to the ground, revealing sweaty tanned skin beneath, and stalked over to the cheerleaders. 

His mind was a mess. They needed to have a damn conversation where she didn’t run away. All his fears of her looking down on him, of hating him, of being so easy to leave was vanquished. And honestly, Cyrus wasn’t easy at all to be friends with. He rarely revealed his thoughts, rarely ever talked about his family, his personal life. She wouldn’t know that what she did triggered him down to the very CORE of his being and left him wounded. 

He looked like a fucking storm as he approached the cheerleaders, grey eyes swirling like smoke as he narrowed in on his stupid, god damn blondie with pig tails. He met those eyes, which were no doubt bracing for the worst and his gaze briefly softened. 

Cyrus reached over, tugging her arm in the most gentlest manner, pulling her to him before he wrapped his arms around her, her head resting against his chest. His heart was still racing from the adrenaline of the game, and a mixture of holding Demi close to him. “You…. are a complete moron,” he murmured against the top of her head, his arms secure around her. The cheers around them drowned out as he leaned down, lips near her ear. “I was furious….so fucking angry because I missed you. I missed you everyday. I still fucking miss you, Blondie. So stop running away from me. Can you do that?”

     𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ;       that she had once been so sure of.      (   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨.   )           was how she’d never backed down  ;     others had come across his anger and cowered,   but she’d gone toe to toe with him.    she had withstood the plethora of his anger,   his mean words and had returned her own.    she’d kept the base of how she felt inside,   never once let him know he had hurt her with some of it.    and instead had turned it into a fire she used to retaliate.    she had become his match.     but now,  things had changed.   she wasn’t as close as she once was,    and the anger inside of him.    had her name stamped all over it.   probably in capital letters.

   she was scared of him      —      of his reactions.    and also the ways in which he could destroy her      [  .  .  .  ]      as she had no secrets from him.   god knows she had given many away due to babbling,   or he had pushed her to her limit enough to reveal them.    he knew her better than probably her own siblings.    the only secrets she’d had from him.    was about her leukaemia and her feelings,    other then that,   he knew every which way she worked.    and lord he had the power to break her,    and didn’t even realise it.     though if he had paid any attention to her babbling,   then yeah he now had a very good idea.   sweet jesus her and her word vomit.

    the match was brutal,     she could see bodies flying in every which direction.   Cyrus all but ploughing through them     [  .  .  .  ]      with an agitation that Demi could recognise from a mile away.    she hid behind Mel,   as well as her pom-poms as much as she could.    as oh she just knew this was all her fault.    her teeth sink deep into her lip,   causing not only a slight bleeding welt on her lip,   but also causing the taste of cherry and blood to cling to the edge of her tongue.    she could feel her sisters eyes,    seeing the way Melitta was already putting things together,   but luckily.   her big sister was far less nosy than their brother.    which was a lifesaver.

   seeing him stalk towards her,   had her bracing for the worst.    yet as much as she wished to turn away,    to bolt in the opposite direction.   she didn’t,   instead she watches him,    worried sapphire eyes meeting swirling silver.    she was transfixed.     and oh she could hear perfectly,    the other cheerleaders making comments,   yet one quick look from her had them scattering.   a look that is soon paired with a tense word from her sister.    allowing her attention to focusing back on Cyrus,   and the storm surrounding him.    she notes the way his gaze grew gentle.   causing confusion to cover her face

    “   oh god  ……   you stink.    ”      words are muttered as she’s pulled into his chest     [  .  .  .  ]      giving her one hell of an introduction to his sweaty scent.     his words breeze over the top of her head and she tightens for a moment before relaxing.     his vulnerability once more clear for her to see,   as his breathe dances along the shell of her ear.      taking a deep breathe,   she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck.    returning the hug,    despite knowing that there would be quiet a few curious people around.         “   i’m here.     okay,   i’m here.   ”       her thumb idly moves along the back of his neck,    almost reminiscent of what she’d done over three years ago.    when he had been sick.

    pulling back,   she looks up at him with curiosity and mischief shining in sapphire eyes.        “   i promise no more running  ……   though i might if you don’t shower.    ”         nose scrunches up in fake disgust as she works to keep her laughter inside.     it probably wasn’t the best time to laugh given they still had a very serious conversation to have.        “   so unless you want to tie me down  ……    go shower beastie.    ”       teeth sink into her already sore lip,   as god once again she had spoken before thinking.     classic demi.    eyes momentarily trail behind him,   noting her big brother watching with curiosity.   her eyebrow raises as though challenging him to say anything.  as god that was not a conversation she wanted to have either.    not with that nosy fucker.

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜​

Astra’s home upstairs was not huge, but it did have a lot of natural light and plants that she cared for. It was clean, simple, filled with neutral earthy tones that contrasted with all the plants she had. There was a whole wall of bookshelves along the other side of the apartment that was filled up with her personal collection. It was home. Sure, it got a bit lonely at times, but it was home and she was thankful to have a place that she could call that. 

Her brown eyes almost SPARKLED comically as he revealed what his weakness was. “Truly? I’ve fostered over 25 dogs and cats so far, some of them who have gone through grave abuse - this shelter in particular helps ease them back into trusting humans again while finding them a new home.” Astra poured him some lemonade and slid the glass over. “But, you see, we’re in a smaller community and the shelter is struggling with funds. It’s happened once before and we got out of it! I’m sure we can do it again.” And while she would appreciate Julius’ donation, she’d never ask him to. That was his money and his decision. “Do you have pets at home? Where is home for you, by the way?” As, she knew he was here temporarily for a movie shoot. 

At the mention of his mother, she found herself grinning right back, leaning against the counter a bit, resting her elbows against it. Oh, his mother must be an absolutely wonderful woman. It did not escape her how he reacted to the first sample… so pomegranate tart was a ‘yes’. She’d include it in the bake sale. It’s his compliment that catches her off guard. It’s not that she doesn’t believe she’s beautiful - no. She simply did not think Julius was that into her – or perhaps there was some interest. Why else would he stop by the shop so frequently despite his busy schedule? 

Still, it didn’t stop the light blush to appear on her cheeks, nor the way her eyes cast down and the way her lips curved into a warm smile. He had her blushing like some high school maiden. “I’m afraid it’s only me,” her gaze lifted to meet his, her smile still warm, completely oblivious to the bit of flour that decorated her cheek. “I’ve been on my own since seventeen.” She rarely mentioned it; everyone in the community knew what happened with her mother. And what had happened with her father. But she made light of the situation now. “So I suppose you can thank me, though I am available for submission of formal complaints as well.” 

 𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄  ;       in a way that showed that whilst it was small,   it was lived in.      (   𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴  𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵.   )           the little add ons  ;     that filled each nook and cranny told him alot about her as a person.   he liked things simple and clean,   but also wanted the things she loved close.   it was a welcome change,   as oh he had been in many a house,   where people simply worked to please others.    it was stupid and made the houses seem almost empty.    but he could feel nothing but softness surrounding him,   from being inside Astra’s house.

  he chuckles,    as he sees the sparkle entering her eyes.    glad to see it appear as she learns something about him that not many knew.        “   well safe to say i like this shelter  ……   not many are willing to give animals like that a chance.      those that do are angels.     and oh i have faith in you saving it.    ”      internally     [  .  .  .  ]      he’d already made the decision that he was going to make a donation.     mostly because of his animal loving self.     and second because it could see that it mattered to her.      and thus mattered to him.          “   not right now no,   due to working so much.   but my sisters dog is a rescue.    i rescued the little menace from a dog fighting ring.   ”       and oh he meant little menace with all the love.   Maybe.     the menace didn’t know the meaning of letting someone sleep in.        “   and home for me varies  ……   but it’s primarily colorado.    ”    

  as he slowly munched      —     on what she offered.   his dark eyes      [  .  .  .  ]      drank her in.     she pulled him in,   in ways no one else had.    everyone else that wasn’t his family,   was fake and all had an agenda that they were using him for.   but Astra,   she was different.    her purity was refreshing,   her emotions were true.     and just being around her was like a breathe of fresh air.    even now he found himself relaxed,   a state normally only his family could bring out of him.    and of course,   he was highly attracted to her.    but knew he was managing to keep it caged for now.    given they still had some stages left,   in getting to know each other.

   he watches the way,    the blush dances over her smile and laughs.     and even the small tidbit of information she gave him,   regarding her history.    only made her more intriguing to him.    he wanted to know her,   all of her.      “   hmmm  ……   then i guess i have to thank you.      i’m pretty sure i can come up with a way to do so.    ”      he notes with ease     [  .  .  .  ]      the heated tone that seems to pour like liquid into his words.    it hadn’t been his intention but he couldn’t say he was complaining too much.     his thumb comes up,    to swipe at some stray ingredient.   as his mind churns in a thousand directions,    all of them with her as the centre.

[traqicsouls]

*     apsychometry     |     ❛   astra   hecuba   ❜​

Astra should have known, should have seen the love that burned behind his eyes for her. She had been so wrapped up in her own peril, she had failed to see that it was FUTILE to try and make Julius give up on her. Astra had always been there for Julius, the calm in his storm of a family. She was the one he’d bounce ideas off of for quidditch matches, or rant to when Melitta did something reckless. Astra was the one who fan-girled with him during a quidditch match, and the one who encouraged him to do things for himself as Julius was one of the most selfless people she’d ever met. He’d do anything for the ones he cared about, that was why she was so adamant on never revealing to him what she thought was a hopeless cause. 

But it was only because Julius and the rest of the family did not give up on her that she was able to fight the storm that took over her mind… and reign control over her new divination powers. Safe to say, second semester of this year was going far better than the first. Astra had played quidditch for the first time in SO LONG, organized by Julius and various other members. It sparked up a side of her she thought would have perished by now and quite frankly, she had the time of her life. She was, for once, on the same team as Julius and Melitta and it was THRILLING to play alongside them, even more thrilling to see Julius back in action on the field. He was so hot. So so so hot when he took command and navigated the field and Astra honestly could not handle it. 

FOUR hours, that’s how long it took for the game to end and for her to finally catch the snitch mere seconds before Karina did ( a very close call). Though it took far less time for her to be pressed against the locker room wall, lips pressed against his as desire coiled within her. Astra held nothing back in her kisses, the arch of her body against his, the scrape of her nails against his scalp. He pulls her even closer, hips pressing against hers and she FELT him, felt his length against her hips. 

The words of LOVE had her grinning into the kiss, happiness lighting her up from the inside. Oh, she didn’t care who walked in right now, didn’t care who saw. She wanted her man. “I love you. I have always loved you, Jules.” Words were murmured heatedly against his lips before she kissed him once more, pouring her feelings into the kisses as their lips met over and over again, sighs of pleasure leaving her. They were sweaty, a bit bruised, but Julius felt WILD, untamed, and so did she. “Take me… take me like you took the match today.”

   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 ;       between them anymore.      (   𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥  𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.   )           the separation the two had birthed  ;     was no more as hidden feelings were finally voiced into the air.     and oh he had listened to her threats,   her veiled promises to let her suffer alone.    but his stubbornness was too high,    too set in stone when it came to those he loved.    that he didn’t move from their side.     and she was his best friend,   his constant in the storm.   and of course the only place he belonged was by her side.   the never ending strength she could hold on too.    forever.

    but she was getting better      —      and was now completely in charge.      the second part of the year      [  .  .  .  ]      was looking to be much better.     and even though Jules knew there was still the second task right around the corner,    where he would once again be worrying about his sister,   but right now.   the year was looking to be the best ever.     though the quidditch game had been the tip of his happiness.    his sister and Astra on his team for a change,    made them a formidable group.    and oh slipping back into that routine of taking charge,    had filled him with an energy he just couldn’t explain.   it burned deep in his veins.

 sweat clung to his body,     proof of the long and exhilarating game.     and yet     [  .  .  .  ]     right now there was only one thing he craved.    and that was his girl.    her lithe frame pressed against his was like heaven.    her nails dragging along his scalp has him growling softly.    there was nothing soft in the way he kissed her.    his whole body charged with energy and oh feeling her return the actions,   only added fuel to the fire.   his tall frame arching into hers,   pressing his very prominent bulge into her stomach as he smirks.    her words so heated and wild.

  “   oh  ……   i plan too.    ”      the words are growled     [  .  .  .  ]      desire making it hard to form actual words past the sheer need that pulsed deep inside of him.     his lips dance down along the curve of her jaw as skilled fingers pull at the strings holding up her trousers.    calloused digits soon slipping inside once they’re able.    teeth nip at her skin,   at the same time his thumb rubs over that sensitive bundle of nerves.    her noises only acting like an aphrodisiac to his movements.   pulling back he watches her face,    as a finger soon slips inside her tight heat.     each movement slow,   dragging out the feeling as oh as desperate as he was.    he wanted nothing more than to make this last as long as possible.   and fuck whoever walked in.

  tongue swipes,    over his lips.    as another finger soon slips inside,    pumping slowly,   purposefully as he chuckles deep.        “   tell me baby  ……   tell me how it feels.    ”       his words a light command.    hanging in the air and coiling around her and him like weighted chains,    holding the two together..

[traqicsouls]

mythosisms​

Cyrus had no fucking clue why Demi Contavius was in his apartment. How the hell did she even get IN? Was his security that flimsy, a teenage girl could break in and clean his damn apartment? Cyrus hadn’t ruled out that this was some sick hallucination. Nor had he ruled out a fever dream. Whatever it was, reality or fiction, at least he wasn’t alone anymore. Even when she was being snarky, her presence lit up the apartment. 

They had opposite presences at school. She was social, amiable, well-liked. Cyrus was more of a dark, looming presence that everyone was rather wary of – save for the girls, who love a bad boy. That, Cyrus took advantage of very much.  

Even in his deliriously feverish state, Cyrus raised a brow – which kind of hurt to do so he lowered it – as Demi revealed information about her CLIT PIERCING. Before he could really call her out on it, she fled to the bathroom, which was CLEAR indication that the information she revealed was true. Demi Contavius only fled like that when she was embarrassed or flustered. And in most occasions, it had happened around him. Huh… it wasn’t hard for his thoughts to go r-rated from there, painting an image of her words in his mind, rather liking what he imagined.  

The room decided to spin right then and so he closed his eyes, wincing. There was a flush on his cheeks, which was evidence of his fever refusing to break. He felt a cool cloth against his forehead, which provided some much-needed temporary relief. He hummed quietly in answer, the sound low, telling her he didn’t have the energy to argue with her TOO much right now.  

“A day? Maybe two,” his eyes remained closed as he answered, waiting for the room to stop spinning before he could open them again. “Mmm… maybe seeing your clit piercing will make me feel better.” He let out a breath of a laugh, a wolfish smile beginning to curve his lips. Grey hues opened, letting out a quiet breath, as if that one snarky remark cost him half his energy and he went quiet.

“— I feel like crap, Blondie,” he croaked out after a long moment of silence from his end. “I can’t lift my head without the room spinning.” His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, eyes falling shut again, almost chastising himself for being vulnerable with someone, especially someone who could hold this against him. But he hadn’t felt this terrible in a long time.

   𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐌  ;       words constantly fell off her lips.      (   𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘺  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵  𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭  𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦  𝘰𝘶𝘵.   )           the other downside  ;     was she knew,   without a doubt,   that Cyrus was aware of it.   aware of how he made her spill shit she’d rather keep to herself.    normally it earned her a smirk that she wanted nothing more than to punch off his face.   other times she could see a gleam come into those silver eyes,    as though his thoughts had cooked up something he was rather enjoying.    it drove her insane.

   they were different      —     she was an extrovert.     most would say she was sunshine in a bottle      [  .  .  .  ]      and he was the darkness.    most around school,   were too scared to piss him off.    yet often she could be found going toe to toe with him,    everyone watching the sass matches with a childish glee,    but also a tinge of fear.   as though scared of what he’d do if she pissed him off too much.   it was the strangest mix,    of hate and something else.    and even Demi wasn’t deaf to the rumours that she was screwing him.    and lord if they found out about this,    they’d have a god damn field day.

    eyes roll at his words,   as honestly she wasn’t that surprised.    “   and you of course  ……   didn’t ask for help.    ”      the question was rhetorical     [  .  .  .  ]       as she shakes her head.   standing again she heads into the kitchen and grabs some ice,    holding it in the rag before heading back into the bedroom.    settling next to him,   she places the modified ice pack on the back of his neck.    hoping it soothed the fever and heat of his skin.        “   even if you saw it.   in your state right now  ……   you couldn’t do much about it.    ”        she teases with a light roll of her eyes.        “   but tell you what  ……    take better care of yourself and it might happen.    ”       if she could,   she’d slap herself as lord that bargain wasn’t supposed to happen.    but it was too late now,   it hung in the air.   a promise that lord he’d probably make her keep.

   his vulnerability,    was clear to see.    and if she had been her elder siblings,   she might have used it against him.    but that wasn’t Demi.    she had sympathy for him right now.   shown by the idle way her thumb was tracing the skin above where she held the ice.        “   maybe this will teach you to stop overworking yourself.  ……   maybe.    ”         she drawls idly.    not like she could talk,   hell she did more work than most cheerleaders.    and was in god knows how many advanced classes.   

      “   keep your eyes closed and take a breathe.    ”       she says softly as she moves the ice,    as he takes a breathe and keeps his eyes closed.   she hooks an arm around his shoulders,   lifting him into a seated position as she arranges his pillows.     proving she was stronger than she looked.      she organises the ice back onto the back of his neck as she hums a light tune.     keeping conversation down till he felt like he could talk again.   as gods even she could remember that fevers took everything.     every ounce of strength.

[traqicsouls]

ZAHRA  AMUN  RA    …     mythosisms​

There was an inkling of a feeling that they had met before, a foggy memory tickling the back of her mind, but it was overshadowed by the feel of their bodies moving together as if they’d done this many times before. The way his intuition picked up on even the slightest discomfort had warmth spreading in her chest and her desire spiking to levels she’d never felt before. 

Her lioness, the Eye of Ra, both pulsed with power inside her, coming unhinged the more she felt comfortable with him, causing her to let out a soft moan. Zahra rarely made noises during sex in the thousands of years she’d done it – she enjoyed hearing her partners, but unless she was in HEAT and having her needs thoroughly met, noises were few and far in between. The moan comes out not due to his actions, but his WORDS, the ancient language wrapping around her, the sultry way it fell from his lips making her realize she very much loved it. And approved of the nickname. The moan was also partly due to the way he filled her, his cock stretching her wide as she sunk down on it, head falling back a bit from the feeling, her body welcoming him as if she was waiting for him this entire time. Fuck. It was inevitable – they were inevitable. Such treacherous thoughts.  

She feels Julius’ fingers dig against her rear as she rides him, her hips rather MERCILESS, skin slapping against skin, creating a rhythm that was growing in intensity. Julius matched her with each thrust, causing a soft whine to leave her as he thrust up in time with hers, driving himself deep, hitting a spot within her that has a shaky breath leaving her.  When he sits up quickly, her arms wrap around him, lips welcoming him back with an ease that shouldn’t exist between them just yet. Her body rose and fell against his cock, another soft but desperate sound leaving her lips, muffled by his kisses but she withheld the orgasm she felt was coming like a freight train for the time being. 

“You feel like heaven,” his language her default as her hips became more erratic in their movements. Usually she is able to control and withold her orgasms for quite some time, but his words, his actions had touched her soul and her body commanded a release, commanded that she let go with this man, she was unable to prevent after some moments. With a small cry against his lips, she tightened around his cock, entire body shuddering as she came, her hips slowing, dragging out the feel of him inch by inch as she unravelled. “Gods — ,” she choked out, cheeks flushed as her lips parted slightly, coming all over his cock even as she rode him. But this was just the beginning of their night. And she wanted him until sunrise. 

    𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐘  ;       or any other time.    he’d dig into the familiar feeling.      (   𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩  𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦  𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 .   )           because the inkling was there  ;     that they had met,   or at least been in the same room as each other.    right now though,   those thoughts didn’t come to fruition,   and instead he focuses on the way they moved.    moving together in a dance that was familiar as though their bodies had mastered it so long ago.    the two picking up the smallest flickers of feeling from them both.   and it burned through their actions,  adding to the desire that burns through his system.    threatening to cause an inferno.

   her sounds      —      caress over his senses and pull a deep growl from his throat.    he could feel her power      [  .  .  .  ]      and all it did was make him croon.    his whole body shifting to make her make more noises,    some primal part of him needing to hear those sweet noises.   even as he feels her heat wrap around his cock.    the tight feeling causing him to huff out a moan as dark eyes blaze into her skin.    oh lecherous thoughts filled his mind.    of how this was almost inevitable,   destiny dancing along their skins,   coming to fruition right here.    which was amusing as shit,   given he didn’t believe in it.    not anymore.

    the feel against her,     was intoxicating.   it leeched into his system     [  .  .  .  ]     and even as their bodies move against his other.    his body wrapped around hers as she moves in his lap,    god he felt that desire all the way down to his soul.    her words make him smirk as he feels her orgasm coming,    her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.     he fought off his own orgasm,   and instead focused on the feel of her,   the way she looked,   and the delectable flush that dances over her skin.     gods she was fucking delicious.

    “   hmmm  ……   heaven.    ”      his smirk     [  .  .  .  ]      is the only indication he gives.    before he’s flipping them over.    his large body supported by one hand near her head,    the other curling around her hip as he rides out her orgasm.    each stroke pulled through her delicious heat.    as oh he was hungry and he was far from done tasting the delicacy that was her.    the hand on her hip soon drifts down slowly,    lifting her leg even further up his frame,    allowing him to hit deeper,   each thrust dragging more pleasure between them.      oh he’d admit,   his animal wanted him to ravish.    but oh the feeling of dragging it out.    was too tempting to ignore.

     leaning down,      causing the muscles of his arms to clench.    his tattoos shifting with the simple motion,   he lets his lips trail along the throat.   teeth nipping and tasting as a low growl rumbles continuously in his chest.        “   fuck  ……   i could eat you whole kitty.    ”        the words rolling,   matching his growl as lips once more claim hers.     his thrusts increasing in speed and roughness.    wanting those sweet sounds to fall off her lips again.

[traqicsouls]

CYRUS  PANHELLENIOS    …     mythosisms​

Cyrus honestly just wanted another peaceful year where nothing out of the ordinary happened. Ever. He was on his football scholarship, doing a degree in tech as a fallback plan to football. They were bringing games home, making their way to the top. Cyrus was getting noticed for his insane plays and aggressive tactics that helped land the team some wins. A lot of their game involved psychological warfare as well, which he gladly played… teamed up with Julius. They had a good system going on.

That is until that whole system and peace of mind crumbled at the sight of Demi Contavius walking into his classroom, her blue eyes clashing with his greys, which had gone ice cold. A mountain of emotions he had suppressed bubbled up like a volcano ready to erupt. 

Honestly, the room temperature probably dropped 5 degrees from his look alone as he watched Demi drop down to the nearest seat, almost as if her legs gave out completely, and buried her head. 

He remembered the day clearly three years ago, when he’d strolled into class, holding some obscene drink from Starbucks that he had heard Demi order once. He’d impulsively bought it, noting the shift in her behaviour lately, seeing the increase in stress. He’d stopped in his tracks when he saw her desk was completely cleared, bare, devoid of anything on it. The teacher had walked in right then, looked at him funny when he questioned where Demi was, and told him she’d graduated early and had left, moving to Boston. It was a strange feeling, one of his heart dropping to his stomach, of pure betrayal and hurt washing over his expression. The teacher may have explained why – but Cyrus hadn’t caught that. He’d mostly blacked everything out after that point and stormed off. 

Cyrus pulled up the course website on his laptop and immediately dropped the course he was in, switching it with a different offered time. With a loud screech of the chair, he pushed himself back and got up, grabbed his bag and walked right out of class as the professor began to teach, not glancing in Demi’s direction once. He had to get out of here before he EXPLODED.

     𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃  ;       that much was more than obvious.      (   𝘨𝘰𝘥  𝘪𝘵  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘩𝘦𝘳.   )           she had felt the ice in his eyes  ;     and just knew that fabled temper of his was loose.    her head burying deep in her arms as he storms out of the room.    that she kinda guessed would happen,   after all their ‘separation’ was not one that went well.    especially given it was also the beginning of her coward years.     she had left without a goodbye nor an explanation.    nor did she leave any information he could get in contact with her.   the break was clean and thorough and all of her own doing.    she had believed at the time she was doing the right thing.    now she wasn’t so sure.

    she barely concentrates on the class      —      her mind somewhere that wasn’t the classroom.     her mind churns over everything      [  .  .  .  ]      flooding with memories and feelings that honestly made her want to just,   disappear back to Boston.    instead she comes up with a game plan to avoid Cyrus as much as she could,   after all she knew his temper,    and knew it could burn hot for a while.    Walking out the classroom she bites her lip as her whole plan churns as if she was honest.    it was the only thing she could think to do.   she had invaded his space,   again,   and this was all she could to take herself out of the equation.    to remove the cause of his problem.     her.

     the following weeks,     saw her constantly avoiding him in any way she could.    always making sure to be away from where she knew he would be.     it hadn’t taken much     [  .  .  .  ]     for her to persuade the woman in charge of schedules to give her Cyrus’.      she had a persuasive tongue when she wanted one,    and well right now she used it to it’s full advantage,   and it paid off.    Hell ,  she even scheduled time with Julius,   around Cyrus,   not wanting to force her brother to choose between his friend and his sister.    that was not something Demi wanted in any way.     the only time he saw her was after she joined the cheerleading squad at her elder sisters prompting.    but she made sure to constantly have Mel as a buffer.    her only option.

    soon though,   even cheerleading wasn’t her safe spot after a while,    because oh Cyrus just had to fuck his way through them.   forcing her to hear about his exploits.    if she had been dumber she’d think it was a coincidence.    but she knew better.     at first she ignores it,    shoving it aside.   but soon her temper begins to flare,    and well more than a few cheerleaders end up with broken bones.    or bruises littering their ‘perfect’ bodies.    Mel knew what she was doing,   but in typical style her big sister didn’t say anything.    though Demi knew her and Jules were worried,    after all Demi wasn’t the violent one.    but oh neither of them knew the fire Cyrus could spark in her.    or the violent tendencies.

       violent tendencies that at one point,    had caused her to meet Cyrus’ eyes right as she decked his latest escapade.    taking sick satisfaction,    in feeling the girls nose break under her fist.    it had made her feel better at least.

  before she knew it,   two months had passed,   where she had managed to avoid Cyrus,   even at the halloween party she knew he had attended.   as god she wasn’t in the mood for his temper on her birthday.    but now with one of the biggest games approaching,   she figured it was time to just air everything.   to get it all off her shoulders.    so she listens as the guys leave,   smiling at her big brother she wishes him good luck,   and with a strength and speed that was almost foreign to her,   she shoves Cyrus back into the locker room.  shutting the door and placing her body against it.    even if she knew he could move her.   easily.

  “   so two minutes  ……   and i’ll fuck off forever.    ”      words are rushed     [  .  .  .  ]      as she refuses to waste any of the precious seconds.          “   three years ago.   i fucked up,   i get that.    and you might not believe me but i hadn’t meant to hurt you.     i just.    needed to leave.   ”       yeah Demi,   really not helping your case her.   if anything just working to piss him off more.    she also slightly shirks under his tall height.     reminded of just how imposing he was,    how much of a threat.    and god she hated the way a small shred of fear burst its way through her system.    but she was scared,   of him.

   still she fights through,    needing to get the words out.        “   i knew i was up for early graduation.     and that i would be leaving before the school year was even done  ……   but i was scared to tell you.    ”         tongue snakes out to dry her rapidly wetting lips,    the tang of her cherry lip gloss sticking to her lips.        “   before we were friends.   I was just another rich privileged bitch to you.    and thus you knowing i’d be going to MIT,   paid for by my parents  ……    would remind you of what i was.     your enemy.       and i didn’t want us to go back to that.    to you constantly working to drag me down,     with that insufferable fucking smirk on your face.    ”       even remembering the words he used to say had her fighting off tears.    remembering the way he made it his mission to piss her off.    she never knew the reason,    she never asked,    she just knew how she felt.

   “   so i chose to stay silent,    to just leave  ……   because i couldn’t be your enemy anymore.    ”      head shakes     [  .  .  .  ]      causing her perfectly styled pigtails to hit either side of her face.          “   because before i left,   i realised i loved you.    i’d fallen in love with you and i wouldn’t survive the pain if you went back to how it was before.    so i left    i did the one thing i thought was right.    and i realise it was wrong.    and i’m sorry.     so don’t worry,   you can go back to fucking your sluts.    and i’ll go back to staying out of your way.   ”       her sapphire eyes meet his grey ones,    showing her unshed tears,   the hidden pain over the fact she hated causing him pain.    with a slow blink,  she turns,   and runs from the room,    before he can say anything.

     She called it self preservation,    knowing his words would be harsh.    and given he knew her,    better than most.   he would cause her wounds that never healed.    but in reality,    she was just being a coward.    again.

[traqicsouls]

CYRUS  PANHELLENIOS    …     mythosisms​

Cyrus was such an asshole. He really was. But it was so fucking amusing to see Demi riled up about something she clearly felt passion for. That is the sole reason he decided to completely rile her up. He knew how she felt about Halloween; he knew even more how passionately she defended it. And so, the words fell from his mouth, dripping with disdain and sarcasm, the perfect recipe for Demi’s fury. From the way her head whipped over in his direction, he knew he had been rather successful. 

The growl of words she let out has a rather feral grin appearing on his lips, metal grey eyes shining with amusement. Hey, somehow the little blonde heathen managed to drag him to go Halloween shopping with her, feat that no one in their lives had managed to accomplish just yet. However, that didn’t mean Cyrus was going to make any of this easy for her. 

It seems like that triggered her ATTITUDE, something Cyrus could handle from the beginning. The smirk curving her lips was the only warning he got before words dripped with both sass and seduction fell from her mouth, a skill that was a match with his, if he was being quite honest about it. It’s why they clashed over and over again. 

Though Cyrus decided to hit back with, “a man will only truly be blessed by what you’re NOT wearing. Especially men our age, blondie.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed after her, his dark looming presence a stark contrast to Demi’s sunshine personality.

“ – What about your birthday? Do you not celebrate that or is it simply immersed with Halloween?” He was pretending to look at decorations when he said it. Truly, it was by complete accident he’d figured out when her birthday was. He’d been snooping for OTHER information on her through methods he would not disclose, and discovered THAT instead. He took a hold of some devils’ horns and placed it on his head, grey eyes finally sliding over to her.

  𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑  ;       far better than anyone.      (   𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢  𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦  𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦  𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴.   )           they were fire and gasoline  ;      and oh that fucking smirk on his face showed his true enjoyment of seeing her angry.    of the fire that burned inside sapphire eyes.    god he was a fucking ass,   and she quite literally wanted to slap that fucking smirk off his handsome face.    instead she focuses on breathing,   as best she could anyway.   given the mood flooding through her system.    the annoyance.

     the downside was      —     he already knew she was annoyed.     and no doubt     [  .  .  .  ]      would continue to poke the bear.     it was their routine.    and why half the school was pretty sure,    she was riding his dick.    which in itself was hilarious given the amount of girls that could attest his attention was on them instead.     she wasn’t jealous,    after all they were finally on better speaking terms then they were.    and hell she had managed to drag him shopping.   which was an achievement she took great pride in having.   because well it was her.

    his words settle over her,    and she knew the riling nature of them.     but instead she decides to play his game,    toying with him.    “   not all men are like you  ……   manwhore.    ”      the first sentence is merely a tease     [  .  .  .  ]      her usual retaliation whenever he tried to set her off.    toying idly with something she allows the smirk to still cover her lips.          “   but guess you’ll have to check with Darren about the view under my costume.    given he’s my date,    and well my costume is sheer,    and angelic.   ”      innocence bled from her very pores,    as it curled around the lie she was telling.     Darren wasn’t her date.   just another person coming to the party.    but oh she just had to say the words.    let it bleed between them.

   that sentence though,    has her mouth once more dropping open as she stares at him.    shock rippling through her like a tidal wave.   no one,   not one person but her twin knew it was her birthday.      and yet here he was knowing that information.     .        “   how the ever loving fuck did you find that out  ……   and don’t you dare fucking lie to me.    ”         her tone didn’t leave much room for argument,   even as hands settle on her hips,   fingers tightening around the decorations in her hands to the point she was potentially destroying them.    but right now she needed answers.

  “   and to answer your question  ……   me and Kai celebrate in the morning with the family,    Halloween is the night.    ”      she turns back to decorations     [  .  .  .  ]      grabbing the body glitter she wanted.     because at that moment,    she’d finally noticed the devil horns on his head.    and well that didn’t help her stay angry.     not when for the smallest of seconds she pictured him wearing nothing but those horns.      no it was better she was angry.