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Sara Raasch
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October 28 - October 30, 2025
What’s the point of magic if you don’t get to use it for silly shit anyway.
“I get no respect around here.” Nick twitters.
Fuck me up a wall. I forgot my shoes.
Wrong day to mess with me, buddy.
Remember, no is a complete sentence.”
“Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.”
“I’m taking the high road. I’m a reformed wizard now, gods damn it.”
“I’m being held hostage.” “Yes. Hug me, dumbass.”
I guess Elethior and I are … not friends now, gods forbid. But … partners? What is the world coming to.
Stop distracting me. You should wear the hazmat suit.” “I should—what?”
Am I attracted to Elethior? Oh. Oh, fuck no.
He was only supposed to be another greedy, power-hungry Tourael. He wasn’t supposed to buy treats for my fox.
He played a prank on me. Elethior, king of maturity, played a prank on me.
Fuck him. Fuck him for being okay with this boring-ass dynamic. And fuck me for being the one to implement it and stick to it.
“Fuck,” Elethior growls against me. “Sebastian, yes.”
Oh my gods, I kissed Elethior. Then turned invisible.
The softness of his mouth. The contrasting bite of his lip rings. The way he’d groaned. The clench of his fingers in my hair. How he’d seemed relieved I’d kissed him, like he’d … like he’d been wanting it.
“What if I want to talk about it,” he repeats, “because I can’t stop thinking about it?”
He feels … safe.
He’s holding my body to him with his hand on my neck and fuck it if I’m not a boneless, compliant mess.
I don’t share. Even if this is only physical, I won’t be fooling around with anyone else. And I don’t want you to either. For safety reasons, and because I’m a possessive fucking bastard.”
It’s just physical. Just sex. With Elethior.
My brain shuts down. No one’s home, forward the mail, hire a plant-sitter.
“I’ll help you forget, I promise. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name beyond me calling you baby. But I can do that and still respect you, so look into my eyes and tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”
“Please,” I break down. “Please suck me. Just—touch me or something, Elethior, please.”
“Shit, Sebastian—need you to come again, need to see it.” Elethior takes us both in the hand that he came in and he uses his own cum to jack us. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“The outcome of your meddling cannot be used to counteract the treachery of the meddling itself.”
Great. Now I’ve got a boner on the bus.
“I’m guessing I shouldn’t ask how you slept, then.” Better than I have in weeks, but I woke up and you were gone.
“I’ve had your dick in my mouth. Figure you can call me Thio now.”
How hot can the human body blush and not get internal third-degree burns?
“Baby boy, you keep standing there, I’m going to pull you onto my lap.”
Why do I want him so much?
Horny chicken?
He doesn’t want this to just be physical. I don’t think he ever has. Would it be so terrible if it were more?
It doesn’t matter. Thio’s going on a date with me.
Why did I think this was a good idea? Oh. Because I like the guy. Probably more, and for longer, than I’ll let myself believe.
I’m going to wine and dine the fuck out of you. I haven’t had many good things in my life that my family didn’t ruin.” He interlaces his fingers with mine. “So this? I’m going to do this right.”
“You can cook.” I take another bite. “Oh my gods. If there’d been any question about whether I put out on the first date, you can assuage your worries. I will. Done and done.”
“Which of my piece-of-shit family members were part of that program?” he asks through his teeth. “Which of them did that to you?”
“Oh.” “What?” “Oh. Just oh. An unremarkable exhalation of sound. Oh, it’s Friday. Oh, it rained a few days ago. Oh, a hot guy did the one-handed cross-body shirt-stripping move. No biggie.”
“Please,” I relent, tugging at his arms, his neck. “Please, Thio, fuck me. Fuck me, own me, ruin me—” He kisses me to silence. Eats the last few garbled words. “Oh, I’ll ruin you,” he tells me. “But you’re mine, so I’ll always put you back together again, too.”
“This ass.” He digs his forehead into my shoulder. “You’re too good. Gonna make me come. You want that? My cum in you. Filling you up. Gods, Sebastian—wanna mark you, wanna come inside you.”
Translation: he immediately pisses me off.
We’re both broken, though. And our jagged pieces don’t exactly fit together, but we know how to move around the sharpest points of each other’s, how to adjust and make space so no one bleeds.
For two people who built a relationship on screaming at each other, Thio’s good at saying things I can’t argue with.
Everything with him is so good.
