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lycheedr3ams · 10 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write about a mean!ghost x reader? Either angst or with a breeding kink🫶

it is a bit unholy how much this ask excited me. i should not be attracted to mean fictional men, but here we are at this point in history

thanks for this ask! I hope y'all enjoy

fem!reader x mean!ghost

MDNI

Warnings: ghost is really mean to reader in the beginning, canon-typical violence, CMNF, humiliation, slight breeding kink, angst, crying, brief mention of female masturbation, fingering, hair-pulling, predator/prey dynamics, pussy slapping, hate sex, orgasm denial, harddom!ghost, dub-con, slight making up at end

Reader is a sniper and your callsign is Reaper

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you did your best as team 141's new sniper. Gaz, Soap, and Price all warmed up to you rather quickly. you were deadly on the field and friendly when everything was said and done. really, there was no one who didn't like you. you were just too nice, your smile too pure, for anyone to have any problem with you.

Ghost was the only exception. the prickly lieutenant wasn't too fond of having another sniper on the team to compete with, especially since you were, on the books, a better sniper than him. his orders to you were always barked with much more bite than the orders he gave to others. his gaze towards you was always draped with a slight scowl. when you'd get the perfect shot, or save the mission from failing, you never got any praise. all he would respond with was a silent stare that ripped your heart into shreds, or a grunt that sounded more like disapproval.

and you had enough of it.

you asked Ghost if you could speak with him one night while you all were on base, waiting for your next assignment. he couldn't mask the slight surprise in his eyes, before he nodded curtly.

when the time came for you to speak with him, you couldn't help how your heart almost escaped your chest. not only was he your superior, he was Ghost, the one soldier whom everyone feared, like a cryptid in some military folklore. and here you were, about to walk right into his lair, right into his sharp teeth. asking the wolf why he preyed on the lamb.

but there was another problem. Ghost, for all of his horror and renown on the field, was so fucking hot. how he stood tall with his arm crossed in all his masculine glory. how deep and raspy he sounded when he grunted, or how gravelly his voice was in the coms in your ear when he clipped orders at you. how his ass looked in those tactical pants, how you've spent many nights thinking about him as you stuffed your cunt with your fingers. you hated how his voice, his oh so mean voice reserved only for you, soaked your panties almost every time.

you knocked on the door to his office, trying to ignore your pumping heart and throbbing core as you stood and waited.

"come in," his deep voice sounded through the door. you slowly opened it and entered without looking at him as you shut the door. you took a deep breath and faced him, but you kept your back against the door.

"sir," you said dutifully. a formality that you cursed. "i wanted to speak to you about something." your voice shook slightly. despite all the things you've seen, all the people you've killed, this one man has the power to make you weak in the knees and in the head.

"yeah, figured that much," he said shortly. "spit it out."

you gulped, and you stepped forward a little. you would face him confidently, not cowering against the door like a student called into the principle's office. you summoned yourself here willingly, and there was no backing out.

"sir, i've been on the team for a while, and i would like to think that i've been a great asset. but i'm wonderiong if i've done anything to offend you?" you stated.

silence. you could've heard a pin drop in his office as he stared at you with his arm crossed, leaning back against his desk. his cold stare could've frozen your heart.

he wanted you to crack under his gaze. to spit out something stupid that would give him an excuse to dismiss you from the team. but you knew better. you met his deadly gaze head-on. if you were to die here, like this, at least you would do so standing up for yourself.

he slowly blinked, and you felt your heart drop when he finally spoke. "offended me?" he scoffed. "don't flatter yourself."

you slightly furrowed your brows.

"and what makes you think you've offended me?" he asked mockingly. your blood was boiling. you gulped. fuck it. if he was going to be so direct and curt, so were you.

"sir, you treat me differently than the others."

ghost stood up a bit straighter as he squared his shoulders, his arms still crossed on his chest.

"oh yeah?" he goaded. "how so?"

he knew the answer already. he wanted to make you crack, to hear you say it.

"sir, you're a lot... harder on me," you said slowly as you chose your words carefully. "it's the tone in your voice, and the way you look at me."

he inspected you for a moment. "the way i look at you, huh?" he said quietly.

"yes, sir," you said as confidently at you could.

ghost began to walk towards you, slowly, as if he were a beast stalking prey from the shadows. he made a beeline towards you.

"and how is it you think i look at you differently?" he was now within arm's reach as he looked down at you.

you almost lost your train of thought as you looked up at him. this close, he smelled like cigarettes and a tinge of whiskey, and gunpowder. you hated how hot, how attractive, it was. how his eyes stared into your own.

"sir, you..." you thought for a moment. the tension could've been cut with a knife. "you look at me very...disapprovingly."

ghost blinked. "oh, so you want my approval, is that it?" he quipped.

your eyes went wide for a moment before you shook your head. "no, sir. i just want to be treated like an equal member of this team."

your answer must've surprised him, because he leaned back ever so slightly as his eyes widened. but he quickly caught himself and resumed his dangerously indifferent stance.

"and what would it take to make you feel like an equal part of this team?" he asked.

you hadn't expected that. you cleared your throat before you spoke. "i'd just like you to talk to me the way you do to the other members, sir."

"you want me to talk to you like you're a man?" he knew that wasn't the answer.

"not exactly, sir. i just want to be treated like i'm an equal. i can't help but feel like you don't like me."

now he really hadn't expected you to say that. you could see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

"you come into my office and accuse me of not liking you?" he said coldly.

you looked him in the eyes. "sir, i didn't accuse you. i'm stating my observations and asking you to confirm or deny them."

he observed you for another moment before he started to slowly walk around you, until he was at your back. the hairs stood on the back of your neck as he leaned down to your ear.

"what about the way you look at me?" he whispered.

you instantly blushed, and your heart raced.

"i've seen the way you stare at me, how your eyes wander," he rasped. "how you stare at my arms and my cock."

"sir! i -" you squeaked. but you were cut off when one of his gloved hands came to rest over your mouth, and the other around your stomach, holding you against him. his hardening bulge was pressed against your ass.

"shh, don't want anyone else to hear this, do you?" he cooed in your ear. you breathed hard as you looked up at him, his gloved hand still covering your mouth.

"don't hide it, Reaper, i know you want me," he whispered in your ear. your eyes fluttered shut as you slightly relaxed against him. he smirked.

"that's what i thought." he let you go, and you quickly turned around to face him.

"you don't even know mean," he challenged as he looked at you with bedroom eyes through his skull mask. "i'll show you just how mean I can be."

you gulped again as you looked up at him.

"strip. before i rip those clothes off of you," he commanded.

you looked at him with wide eyes. you stopped breathing.

"that was an order, soldier," he said shorter this time. "don't test my patience."

you slightly nodded at him before you took off your shirt slowly. once it was off, you held it in front of you, over your stomach. but the warning in his eyes told you all you needed to know. you let your shirt drop to the floor with a quiet thud before you went to untie your shoes to remove them and your pants. most of your clothes were now in a heap on the floor next to you, your bra and panties still on.

"all of it. off." he snapped.

you blushed as you removed your undergarments, and wrapped your arms around your stomach as you stood bare before him. he breathed in deeply as he raked every inch of your body with his hungry eyes.

he jerked his head towards his desk. "bend over on the desk. now."

you slowly turned your back to him, walking towards his desk. it felt as if you were turning your back on a predator as you did so. you bent over on his desk until your elbows hit the smooth metal. your nipples perked up from the cold, and you looked behind you as you saw ghost approaching your naked body. the thud of his steps sounded like an earthquake to you as you waited with baited breath.

"look forward," he commanded once he made eye contact with you. you obeyed instantly. his presence could be felt right behind you now, and you gasped as a gloved finger slid over your wet pussy. ghost groaned.

"you can't hate me that much, to be this fucking wet for me," he growled as he all too gently rubbed your folds. "this pussy's just been achin' for me, hasn't it?"

"s...sir..." you said through labored breaths, your eyes screwed shut. but they flew open when he slapped your wet pussy. he huffed out his version of a laugh.

"that's what i thought." he pushed his index finger right against your clit, and you lifted yourself up on your tiptoes as he gently stroked it. "such a brave girl, coming into my office like this. you just wanted my cock so bad."

you shook your head. "no, no that's not why I came. oh!" he pressed harder against your clit, and your body shivered.

"pretendin' to be mad at me. it's got me worked up, i'll give ya that," he said as he splayed one hand over your back, pressing you down.

"i am mad - fuck!" you gasped as he inserted two gloved fingers into your pussy and began to stroke. you couldn't help the moans that flew from your mouth as he hit that spot that made you see stars.

"nothin' but a moanin' bitch for me now that i've got my fingers in you."

you grit your teeth and bit your tongue so that you wouldn't moan. he withdrew his fingers from your pussy but still held your back down. you looked back at him angrily.

"oh, that upset her," he teased. he leaned forward, and his voice took a much deeper and serious tone. "you're going to have to beg for it."

"fuck you," you said on instinct. but your eyes went wide as you realized what you had just said to your superior.

and ghost laughed. "i could dismiss you just for that, you know?" he said as he began to tease your entrance again. your eyes fluttered shut. "but i'm willing to forgive you if you beg for my fingers."

you grit your teeth. the feeling of his gloved fingers against your wet slit was perfect, but not enough. his fingers had filled you up so well, so much better than your own.

"please," you whispered.

"hm? didn't hear you," ghost said as he gently teased your entrance with his fingertips. you gasped.

"p...please," you said a bit louder.

"please what?" his fingertips slid in and out of your pussy.

you whimpered. "please, please i need your fingers."

"atta girl," he cooed as he pressed two fingers inside of you again. you gasped louder this time as he stroked them perfectly on your g-spot. "you sure you want to be treated equally?" he egged you on. "i don't treat any other task force members like this."

you moaned as he continued to stroke you, but suddenly the hand that was on your back came up to your hair and pulled your head back towards him. his fingers began to fuck you at a brutal pace and you screwed your eyes shut.

"i asked you a question, Reaper," ghost spat.

you tried to remember his question as his fingers fucked you. he shook his head. "already forgot? dumb bitch. i asked if you wanted to still be treated like an equal."

you moaned as his fingers curved at the end with each thrust. "n...no!!"

ghost released your hair and held you down again as his fingers continued to fuck you brutally. the sounds of your wet pussy filled his office.

"that's what i thought."

your body began to shake as your climax neared. ghost was just way too good at this, with the way his fingers curled precisely where they needed him to and the pressure of his hand against your back.

"ghost....i'm!"

right as you were about to climax, the second you were about to come, ghost withdrew his fingers from you. you looked back at him wildly, your face red. "what...what the fuck..." you nearly sobbed.

ghost slapped your pussy, and you jumped. "you really think i'd let you come that easily?"

you heard the metal of his belt clinking and the soft sound of a zipper being opened. you tried to turn to see his cock, but one of his hands flew to the back of your head and held your head down on the table.

"you stay still," he growled. you had no other choice but to comply, and you did so willingly. he eased the tip of his cock inside your weeping slit, and you gasped. you thought the process was going to be slow, given how slowly he put his tip inside you, but he suddenly thrusted his entire length into you. his gloved hand closed over your mouth before you could scream.

"stay quiet," he rasped in your ear. you could feel his cock twitching in your warm walls. he groaned when you clenched around him. "gonna use this pussy now."

ghost set a brutal pace immediately, his balls hanging down and slapping your wet clit with each thrust. he stayed leaned over you, holding one hand behind your back by your wrist, with his other hand around your mouth. he grunted quietly with each thrust.

"I know you've been wantin' this."

you clenched around him, and he laughed.

"you like it when I'm mean to you," he stated. but you were too far gone to respond. "you like it when I yell at you, when I put you in your place."

you moaned loudly under his hand as your eyes screwed shut.

"can't let a pretty little face like yours make me go soft," he mumbled against the back of your head.

his words faded, and the tip of his cock reached all the way to your cervix as you moaned against his hand. your toes began to lift from the floor as he fucked up into you harder. you gripped the metal desk as hard as you could before you suddenly came hard on his cock. ghost couldn't hold back the strangled moan that escaped him.

"you like comin' around this cock?" he whispered. you nodded vigorously. "gonna cum in this tight pussy."

he thrusted hard into you, the slaps of skin so lewd, a few more times before he came inside you with a groan. he stood above you, panting, as you both came to your senses. he pulled out and immediately pressed two gloved fingers against your slit to prevent his cum from leaking out. you looked back at him, your hair frizzy and face red.

"still think I'm mean to you?"

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shit-taster-connoisseur · 2 months

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For the qsmp valetines event, for my giftee @routeriver

howdy!! sorry for the hold up on this one, i went through 4 drafts of this story idea many times until i settled for this one ultimately dhjex hope it's at leasy up to ur taste!!

Some warnings:

-mentions of cannibalism

-unhealthy relationships

-just girls being girls

-some relgious imagery

-a whole lotta demonic imagery/mentions of it at least

But please enjoy some demon!tina x human!bagi :)))

Word count: 1500

The other wordly consumed Bagi's mind, far longer than she was capable of remembering anything.

As where there were meant to be memories were feelings, thoughts–ones she drew down with crayons and a tiny fist. Ranging from spooky men in clothes, the shadowy figures in her room, and more often than not, demons. Demons whose horns curled into knife-like edges, gangly bodies, and claws who knew just how vulnerable human flesh is.

Her obsession sent her into a spiral.

From scrawling demonic pentagrams out of crayons, to drawing pentagrams out of her own blood in high school. It all amounted to nothing in the end.

No breakthroughs or simple summoning gone right.

So she had to become an adult when she was out of excuses. She became the proud graduate her parents wanted, and went to solve the mysteries of the real world.

But the itch to settle old affairs never left her.

So her brother presents her with a book, rustic and its bindings rotting–but ancient with a story: A witch that lived isolated in the woods. One day, the children of the nearest village began to go missing, one-by-one. A mob was sent knocking at the old hag's hut the next day, and what they found was not a rugged woman cooking their children for stew, but a creature ripped from the underworld. The mob forced to watch in horror as it gnawed their children to the bone.

The witch disappeared and was never found, and the story's ending equally lost to time.

The book had been the only trace left behind. Awaiting for its next champion.

So Bagi accepted it and followed it like a commandment and she was a prophet. She wasn't quite in her right mind. Like the witch, perhaps she too was going insane from her isolation, from the mundanity of real life.

And the book offers to fulfill her what she desired most in the world.

So she gets Tina.

There'd been many scenarios Bagi played of what ifs, the first was of what if she had gotten her hands on a demon. The first was taking its head to the street and proving everyone wrong.

But she couldn't do that. Because Tina was much prettier with her head attached to her body.

If Bagi had summoned her with the holy bible, she'd have gotten down on her knees and believed she was a goddess herself. And gladly Bagi would've spent the rest of her years groveling just at Tina's feet to be saved.

But no, Tina is a demon, a woman from hell who makes Bagi feel small, with claws that know the exact pressure to make her bleed, and skin that's a delicious shade of violet.

And Bagi loves her.

It's a realization that shouldn't have taken so long to deduce–Bagi would argue that she fell in love the moment she laid eyes on Tina; her chest had burned with a fire so hot when she took in the demon for the first time, Tina who was still doused in the glow of the summoning circle for which she came from.

The fire in her chest never ceased–even when Tina pestered her, when she once pushed a plate to the ground in an act of defiance when Bagi rejected her deals, offers of riches and fame, time-and-time again. Even when Tina had watched Bagi's chest heave up and down in her sleep every night, it only ever added fuel to the fire.

Because Tina cared. Sure, Bagi had been the reason Tina was bound to her, a chain handcuffed the demon through an oath before Lucifer himself, an unspoken tie between an evoker and the very thing invoked into the existing in the same plane. But she stayed, and she stayed even when she wasn't exactly trapped in Bagi specifically. There had been a world beyond Bagi's shabby walls, Tina could readily explore at the tips of her claws, a world she surely missed. She stayed.

The night they changed, Bagi asked only a question.

“Were you a human before?” She asks through her fatigue. The flashing colors of the tv bathed them both in its artificial light.

Tina had stood behind the couch where Bagi lounged, while her stature dwarfed it, she somehow leaned up against it, craning her spine.

Tina looked cute being so memorized by things so simple–so human. The tv has only a rerun of a show which had been background noise for Bagi, but somehow the center of Tina's world that night.

Such a simple question had ripped Tina out of that world. Bagi had to learn to forgive herself for it.

She looked perplexed, almost solemn as she had lamented over decades of her life.

Still she hadn't speaked, so Bagi almost forgets about it in the fog of her mind.

But like the sun, Tina parts it like clouds. With a, “yes.”

And it hadn't been a shock or a revelation for Bagi. There'd been the small things, like how she'd somehow recognize and listen to niche singers, how she seemed obsessed with an American cartoon show about a bird and cat, that she knew the aroma of tea by heart–all of these things hell wouldn't have.

After that, Tina became shy, a shell of that cocky demon when she thought she had Bagi wrapped around her finger on behalf of all of hell–which she did. When Bagi so much as spotted her, whether a shadow or of the mortal plane, she'd rush off in a flurry of mist.

Bagi hadn't blamed her; she felt like a teenage girl all over again. Obsessing, overthinking every little move a girl of the week made–for a second, she believed Tina hated her, was tired of the mundanity Bagi trapped herself in.

But that wasn't the case. When the thought manifested, a delusion always shoo-ed it away because as she said, Bagi was obsessed. And when she's obsessed, Bagi vision tunnels where she sees only her feelings–and it's unfair, it's unfair to Tina who's been back on earth for however long, who's still not used to the changes that manifested in her absence, and snuck into the world as visitor than a human, a mortal.

So the only thing Bagi was left to do was wait. She was willing to wait forever. As whatever haunts Tina, she'll talk about it–she'll talk to Bagi.

And talk she did. When Tina was finally tired of hiding in her shadows, and places far from Bagi's grasp–she leaned down into Bagi's embrace one day.

The smell of flora choking Bagi in its intensity, but it's addicting, like the cigarettes she had in her pocket that'd surely kill her one day, but no, Tina is a different type of addiction. Because she saved Bagi, and never will Bagi promise to stop the day after.

“I'm fucked up, Bagi.” Tina pleaded against Bagi's neck. But her warnings fell to deaf ears, as all Bagi could remember was the warmth of Tina's breath on her neck, and the vicious grip Tina had on her hips.

Tina ripped herself away, to balance both hands on either side of Bagi's head – she desperately missed her touch.

So Bagi took her cheeks in both hands to wipe away the stray drops of blood pouring out her eyes with a thumb–she could only remember Tina crying.

“You'll fucking hate me.” Tina warned the second time.

Bagi couldn't help but smile to her. Because it was ridiculous, a nightmare never to come true.

“I would never.”

“You will.”

Bagi's hands explored the ever foreign anatomy of her love's face–they eventually found its home, nestled behind and in Tina's white hair.

“It's impossible, Tina.”

“Why not?” Tina hissed, a claw sinking into Bagi's pillow–fluff leaking out. But Bagi had never been deterred once.

“Because I love you.” It made Tina's face soften, her bloody tears slowing, her shock had been palpable–but there'd been a doubt, she studied Bagi's face, looking for any crease in her expression that'd contradict her otherwise. Hoping she had been lying.

To silence it, Bagi leaned up to do something she'd been wanting, praying to do for eons. But it was Tina who kissed Bagi first, maybe, because it's Tina who pulled Bagi up further and connected them at last.

It's not what Bagi had dreamt of. It wasn't as passionate as she wanted, but better, so much better because it's Tina, and her world seemed more bright with Tina.

Amidst it, Tina whispered against her lips between breaths: “I will hurt you.” Spoke like a prophecy rather than a doubt. Bagi would allow it, she'd let Tina feast on her flesh before she went a day starving, she'd let Tina's claws draw wounds on her back if it meant she wouldn't be bored. God, Bagi would accept every slap or scratch, or really anything if it meant Tina would stay.

It hadn't occurred to Bagi then, but perhaps Tina meant hurting her in a different way.

#qsmp #qsmp bagi #qsmp tina #bagina #teaduo #again sorry for the late-ness of this gift #school and life tied me and throw me off a cliff for days #but stilk thank you forbyour patience #if i made any mistake let me know :))#six's writing

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degenerate-1-beauty-1-queen · 1 year

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I just finished Kaiju No.8 and GOD FUCKING DAMN IM OBSESSED

THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN RIGHT HERE HAS CAPTURED MY HEART

His name is Soshiro Hoshina and he genuinely is so amazing and hottt IM NOT A SIMP I SWEAR-

Now let me go into detail on why he’s so cool (he really is though!)

1. He’s buff asf

2. He’s a cocky and kinda an asshole. Similar to gojo from jjk, expect less in your face and more chill

3. He’s traumatized. All the best men are traumatized and you can’t tell me otherwise lmaooo

4. His main skill is using blades, such as swords and knifes. He looks so hot using them and, this is just a theory, if he can use blades well then who’s not to say he can’t cook?? Like mans would make a great husband frfr

Ok, but seriously, this manga is really underrated in the U.S/U.K. Like the first 6 times I saw it in the book store I walked right past it. It’s super good though, it basically has everything you could want in a manga (relatable main character, comedy, a really badass love interest, angst, kaijus, really sweet friendships, and many hot men (and women! the main love interest is literally the coolest female character I’ve seen in a while)).

It takes a new and refreshing approach on the kaiju genre, which makes for a very enjoyable read. It’s a funny and relatable manga that I and so many others find entertaining.

There’s an anime coming out in 2024, so if you like the manga make sure to keep and eye out for that!

If you like jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, blue lock, and almost any other action animes and mangas, definitely be sure to check out kaiju no.8. you won’t regret it!

(Side note: sorry to all the jjk/mha/bllk fans I have summoned with the tags. Though y’all really should check it out! You never know if you might like it or not.)

#AHAHAHAH THANK U FOR READING MY RAMBLE #he’s so fine though I can’t #but yeah #if you like action anime’s and mangas definitely read kaiju no8 #what started out as a simp post ended up as free marketing lmaoooo #mha x reader #mha #mha fanfiction #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #blue lock #bllk anime #bllk fanfic #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no. 10 #kn8 x reader #kn8 #soshiro hoshina

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topguncortez · 1 year

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a sneak peek at this upcoming GoT/Tudors/hot mess cross over fic with Prince Jake:)

warnings: mentions of cheating, Jake is a whore, slightly virginity kink?

"We are married," You snapped, crossing over the room to him. Jake spared you a fleeting glance before looking back down at his book. Your anger could not be contained anymore as you ripped the book from his hands. He stood up instantly, grabbing your arms.

"If we are married as you claim, then act like you have some reformation!" Jake yelled.

"Me?" You scoffed, "How about you!" You pulled your arms away from his harsh grip, "You walk these halls acting as if I do not exist. You ignore me in court, at balls. You never come to my chambers when summoned. And I know about your midnight conquests!"

"Oh and as if you are innocent," Jake scoffed, "Wenching with the Lord Bradshaw!"

Tears clouded your vision as you shook your head. Bradley was nothing more than a friend, a confidant that had stood dutifully by your side since you were young. His reputation had been sullied because of Jake and his men. No reputable house would betroth their daughter to him now.

"I have told you a thousand times, I never laid with the Lord Bradshaw! I came to your bed untouched, and I still remain untouched!"

Your chest was heaving as Jake took a steps towards you. Like an animal stalking its prey, you knew you couldn't run from him. You clenched your jaw and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. His green eyes bore into yours, as he came to chest to chest with you. He gently ran his pointer finger down your jaw, to your neck, and down your sternum. You watched his finger travel down to the top of your breasts, sucking in a breath.

Jake then drew his finger back up, tilting your chin up to look at him, "Show me. . . Show me that you are untouched as you claim. Show me. . . that it is I that you want to lay with."

#topguncortez #Prince Jake #lemme know what y'all think #top gun blurb #top gun maverick blurb #Jake seresin #Jake seresin blurb #Jake seresin AU #Jake seresin x reader #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #Jake seresin imagine

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princessstevemunson · 3 months

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I was just thinking about this play I directed in undergrad. It was about a bunch of college students who summon a demon to help them with their assignments, but they’re disappointed because he isn’t their regular demon, but he’s offended because he’s actually much better than their usual demon.

At first, I was like oooh that would be a good fruity four au with demon Eddie, because like there was this one character who wasn’t necessarily flirting with the demon but she wasn’t not flirting with him either, and that would definitely be Steve. He’s just chilling with Robin and Nancy while they’re cramming for finals when all of sudden Nancy summons a demon to help her with something. Although, Nancy’s upset because it’s not the normal one, Murray. Eddie’s trying to prove his usefulness. Robin doesn’t care she just wants help with her English essay. Steve is just along for the ride, and enjoying the demon who crashed their Saturday night.

I also think this would be a hilarious concept with the party too.

They begged Steve to let them use his house for a study session. He was reluctant to let them come over, but he caves. Dustin stumbles upon a book in Mr. Harrington’s office, and then jokes that they should do the ritual. They do it and the entire time Eddie’s there they have to keep him quiet so Steve doesn’t find out.

Eddie is a little confused because this is not the stuffy old white men who used him for their financial gain, but he immediately became attached to this ragtag group of teens. When their hot babysitter comes in with snacks he’s even more happy to be summoned.

#random au ideas #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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namelessghoulsfacelessblogs · 11 days

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Eye of the Storm

So, this amazing art and hc by @kabukiaku (here!) REALLY piqued my interest, and I just let my mind run wild.

Aaand.. Well, here's my interpretation of Mist's summoning after seeing the art.

Alternating POVs between what Omega and Mist see/experience!

Warnings: Drowning, panic attack, slight nudity, mentions of death and zombies/poltergeists/ghosts.

The moon was full above the still waters of Lago della Morte, shimmering off the ripples only created by wind. Two men stood aside the lake, one dressed in extravagantly beautiful robes and a mitre, a book of incantations in one hand and a beaded rosary in the other. His black and white painted features seemed to glow in the dark, along with the one white iris. The other, green, was lit up by not only moonlight, but determination. He turned to the other, a much taller, imposing figure, sturdily built with a gleaming silver mask. Bright, glittering blue eyes met the mismatched eyes of the shorter man, and he took a breath.

“You’re sure you want to do this? We have another month, another chance to find a different location.”

“No, no. Here. It has to be here. I had many dreams of this lake, amore, of someone coming from here.. Our newest Ghoul must be found here. I know it!”

“But Terzo-”

“Omega.” He gave him a look, one that the taller man knew meant he was set on this, and would not deviate. A heavy sigh came from Omega, and his tail flicked before he nodded.

“I understand, amore..” He placed a hand on Terzo’s shoulder, then pressed their foreheads together.

The Satanic Pope smiled at his Ghoul lover, and held his hand, lacing their fingers. “Good. Now, you know what to do?” Omega nodded and moved to the side of the lake, a few steps back. Terzo flipped the book open and took a breath, then began chanting, voice soft at the beginning, as was usual for his summonings. He would call for Lucifer, voice kind while the weather and environment allowed, and would grow louder as he got further into the ritual, the summoning. Omega watched him for a moment before his gaze shifted to the lake before him, the water still calm.

Lago della Morte - the name the Ministry had given to the lake just past the edge of their property, in a clearing just past a ring of trees in the forest, as though the plant life avoided it. Even the grass seemed to try and grow away from the water. It was an assumed portal to hell, and a site of a number of deaths, ranging from supernatural causes to human, and with causes from accidental drownings to suicides to violent murders or even dumped bodies.The spiritual power from that alone was surely nothing to sneeze at, not something Omega or any Ghoul took lightly. It was part of what fueled his hesitation and anxiety. His mind was filled with concerns, worries, fear for Terzo’s safety, and for the Ghoul who was being summoned. But he couldn’t back away now. He looked up at his lover again, Papa Emeritus Terzo, as the man chanted, calling out to the forces of darkness, to Lucifer. He wanted to make sure this worked. And Omega would make sure he was able to do this. He would make sure that this ghoul came through.

Beneath the surface, despite the calm waters above, something had begun stirring underneath. A hairline crack split in the depths, and as Terzo’s chanting continued, it spread. It began to heat up, red hot and bubbling the water. Slowly, the cracks became a large fissure- large enough to open a hole, and a clawed, webbed hand shot up from it. A dark, horned figure with hair spread around her in an infernal halo pulled herself up part way, shining eyes looking up towards the sound.

Above water, the wind had picked up. Omega could see the shift in the water. There were rough waves on the surface, and bubbles rising.. But the shift in the energy was far greater. He could sense the infernal presence, the energy of the being being birthed through the mud and detritus below, but the spirits.. Tens of voices he could hear carried on the wind, screaming, begging to come home, or to be allowed rest, to be released- but then he heard one.

A body.

They knew the summon was there now.

Down below, the figure had finally pulled through, and stood on the murky floor of the lake. Eyes looked up, spotting the moon’s light. They reached up, then kicked off the floor- before a hand reached for their ankle. Skeletal, bit tight gripped. They felt something- their gills, the ones on their sides and their neck seemed to seal, and they gasped. But now, rather than being able to breathe clearly, they choked.Their throat filled with water, their lungs seemed to fill, and they nearly shrieked. More hands grabbed their naked form- both their ankles, then thighs, their tail, wrists, hands- They struggled, thrashing, panicked. What was this? What was happening? A new sensation gripped their heart, their mind, and their being.

Omega’s eyes widened. “Terzo-” He tried to call out, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let the portal close- it could cause it to fail. He looked between the water and his love, and his heart twinged- but when he felt just how panicked and terrified the new summon was, he couldn’t do it. He dove in. He swam down, down, fast, and his pupils narrowed to slits as he went deeper. He saw them- their hands fighting dozens of cadaverous others and their eyes wide with panic. He grabbed them, and flooded them with his intent- to save them. They gripped him, and they tried to cry out. He shook his head before he grabbed them, forcing the hands away, and he kicked off a nearby elevated rock. He pulled them close and swam up to the surface, dragging them up and out of the water, coughing, sputtering. He heard them gasping too. They gagged, vomiting up a large mouthful of water, panic setting into their body, and he held onto them. “Terzo!”

The Papa had stopped, panicked as soon as he had seen Omega go under, When he’d come up, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and he’d tried to calm down, but now, he saw this poor creature, who was screaming with fear and scampering away from the water. He returned to his texts and finished the ritual, closing the portal and extinguishing the infernal presence inside the lake before he grabbed for the simple white robe he’d brought for the new summon. He approached them and gently held his other hand out. “Per favore, stai fermo- I will not harm you. I promise. You have my word, on Lucifer, that I will do you no harm, and no harm will come to you.”

The new summon whimpered and stared at him with large, scared eyes, and Omega shifted, gently holding a hand out as well. The ghoul reached for him and clung to him when he held her close, then gently took Terzo’s hand. He helped the new summon slip into the robe, holding them close and trying to use his abilities to soothe her. It took a long time, but when their breathing finally began to calm, they looked up, and Omega gently smoothed their hair. “You’re safe..”

Terzo moved and reached to grab the mask they’d gotten for them, and gently handed it to Omega, who showed it to the summoned Ghoul. He then showed how he was wearing one, showing his face before putting it back on, then handing them the new one. They began to slip it on, and as they did, Omega and Terzo stood. The Papa reached his hand down to them once they could see, and when they took his hand, he helped them stand.

“And what is your name, new Ghoul?” His voice was kind and tender as he spoke, and he met their eyes.

They let the words come naturally. “I am Mist.”

Terzo smiled, and his eyes softened even further. “Ah, che bello. And are you..?” “Female. I want to be female.”

The two gazed at her softly, smiling.

“Eccelente. You’ll be my first Ghoulette, Mist. I will help you get acquainted with my other Ghouls.”

Mist looked to them both, eyes glowing from inside the mask, first to Terzo, then to Omega, then back to Terzo.

“That.. That would be nice..”

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David Baker has returned to the narrative! David Baker has charmed everyone at the Williamson home, including Timothy! David Baker wants to know why he has been summoned back into this story!

David Baker would like to remind you that he is a eugenicist! "He did not betray the surprise and dismay he felt at learning that Eric had fallen in love with a dumb girl of doubtful antecedents; and the strange case enlisted his professional interest."

So Eric takes David to meet Kilmeny, and David is, of course, utterly bowled over by her beauty. Eric, meanwhile, never passes up a chance to be weird about Kilmeny: "Eric smiled as he recalled HIS first meeting with her. He suddenly realized how far Kilmeny had come since then and how much she had developed." This is how my friend talks about her toddler. 'Oh, she's developed so much these past few months! She's so much more confident now!'

There is also, as others have already pointed out, a massive difference between having an appointment with someone who has come recommended by someone you trust and looking up when you think yourself alone and suddenly seeing a complete stranger staring at you. Like, never mind the fact that Kilmeny has had the worldview-shattering character moment of finding out her true reflection, she was expecting David Baker.

“Eric, she is simply unutterable!” said David in an undertone. “Last night, to tell you the truth, I had a rather poor opinion of your sanity. But now I am consumed with a fierce envy. She is the loveliest creature I ever saw.”

I suppose there is something admirable in how blatantly all these men state that all they want from a wife is a pretty trophy. I'm also curious if we're ever going to get David Baker's tragic romantic backstory, which was alluded to back in chapter one.

Eric leaves David with Kilmeny and goes off to school. I had thought he was done for the summer -- are we into fall by this point? I have fully lost track of the timeline of this book. It's all a kind of hazy dream of endless summer. Again, we can definitely see the kernel of something that Maud will become much better at over her career. She eventually uses the seasons extremely deftly, tying the setting, the time of year, and the narrative together seamlessly. Even within one season, she will take us from early summer to high summer to late summer and the passage of time will matter. Here, I have no idea how much time has passed. I feel like the last month marker I saw referenced was July? But maybe it's now September? I have no idea.

Anyway, we run into Neil again. Remember Neil? Yeah, he's not doing so hot. "Neil’s face had grown thin and haggard; his eyes were sunken and feverishly bright; he looked years older than on the day when Eric had first seen him in the brook hollow." Eric feels a sudden surge of pity and asks Neil if they can be friends, while delivering a complete non-apology. Eric is not even listening and learning, that would be better than what he actually says. What he says is, "I am sorry if I have been the cause of inflicting pain on you."

Eric is very sorry you were offended. Eric does kind of think he did nothing wrong and this is entirely a you problem though.

Neil, unsurprisingly, does not want to be friends. Dire proclamations of 'I'll get you back yet!' aside, I wouldn't want to be friends with someone who had only ever been a dick to me, even without heartbreak in the middle.

But we put Neil out of our mind, because why should we spend any time worrying about this man who has threatened vengeance on us several times? There's a woman to talk about! Eric goes home and finds David, who tells him that there is nothing physically wrong with Kilmeny at all. Her trouble is psychological, not physical. There is nothing that a doctor can do for her. What David does say, however, is that he thinks maybe Kilmeny could cure herself, if she "wants it badly enough." This is straying very close to victim blaming, but I'm actually not mad at it because it is reminding me very strongly of the climactic scene from Ella Enchanted, when she breaks her own curse through sheer willpower and wanting it badly enough. And imagining Kilmeny bursting out the door and proclaiming, "I shan't marry the prince!" is tiding me through.

Meanwhile, David Baker is playing with an antimacassar decorated with a lion, and it has to be symbolism, because this has so far not been a book that draws attention to non-plot relevant props, but I cannot for the life of me figure it out. He pokes his fingers through the lion's eye-holes as he's delivering his verdict, which could just be a crude metaphor for curing Kilmeny with sex but feels awfully violent. Anyone have any ideas?

Eric protests that Kilmeny does want to speak, and David says:

“Yes, but I do not mean that sort of wanting, no matter how strong the wish may be. What I do mean is—a sudden, vehement, passionate inrush of desire, physical, psychical, mental, all in one, mighty enough to rend asunder the invisible fetters that hold her speech in bondage. If any occasion should arise to evoke such a desire I believe that Kilmeny would speak—and having once spoken would thenceforth be normal in that respect—ay, if she spoke but the one word.”

So Margaret repressed her own desire to speak and forgive her father so strongly, and under such a weight of emotion, that it will take a similar emotional event to unlock Kilmeny's ability to speak. Honestly I wish LMM had been able to just include a supernatural element here, because 'Margaret Gordon cursed her daughter with literal magic' would be so much simpler than this weird medical-but-not-but-kind-of-supernatural-but-not thing the book has going.

Eric is distraught, because he knows Kilmeny will never agree to marry him while she is still mute, and there seems to be no way to change her ability to speak. He can't rely on a climactic emotional event to occur, after all. He goes to the Gordon house and finds that Kilmeny has refused to see him. Janet hands him a note that says he must never come back, because it will be better for both of them if he forgets her. She is calling him Eric instead of Master, which is nice.

Eric, who does not know how to take no for an answer, says that Janet must go upstairs and fetch Kilmeny down and make her see him. Janet obliges, but Kilmeny will not be made. Like her mother before her, Kilmeny hears a man she loves pleading with her to come down and see him and will not do so. Eric comes back the next day, and same thing. She will not see him. Janet sits him down and says that, since Kilmeny won't marry him, he should stop coming to the homestead. It would be better if they didn't see each other anymore.

“I know I am asking a hard thing for your own good, Master. It is not as if Kilmeny would ever change her mind. We have had some experience with a woman’s will ere this. Tush, Janet, woman, don’t be weeping. You women are foolish creatures. Do you think tears can wash such things away? No, they cannot blot out sin, or the consequences of sin. It’s awful how one sin can spread out and broaden, till it eats into innocent lives, sometimes long after the sinner has gone to his own accounting. Master, if you take my advice, you’ll give up the Lindsay school and go back to your own world as soon as may be.”

At this point it's starting to feel as though, rather than Kilmeny being the one to venture into fairy land, it is Eric who has crossed the threshold into another world. I haven't really gotten a lot of otherworldly vibes from Lindsay or the Gordons for a while, but now they're back with a vengeance. And with them, the hint of a more interesting story! Once again, if this story had been able to fully commit to the magical/supernatural elements, it would be a lot stronger and more interesting. Eric, with his capitalist mindset and strong ties to the outside world via logic and learning, having to navigate fairyland would be interesting. But Eric hasn't learned anything, and so his being ejected from fairyland without his fairy queen doesn't have the ring of tragedy that it should.

#kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #i was hoping to finish this today #but i got started late and that is not going to happen #so i think i will leave you here #on a tantalizing glimpse into what this story could have been

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The Stark Legacy (26)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Capacity, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: Tony works with Namor to pay Lil'Sam's debt.

Warnings for canon-level violence (hunt for an enemy). Also, this was originally written way before MCU's version of Namor came to screen, and the character is more like the comics' version. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 2.5k

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX—April 2039

I do not want to die here. I will not die out here, Tony repeated again, watching Namor emerge onto the tiny island beach with a fresh catch of kelp in hand, and for once, a surprise of actual fish. As a superhuman, Namor understood very little about nutritional requirements for ‘surface-dwellers.’ Protein from fish was a treat that night.

Tony had never gone that long in space. Now on Earth, he felt pummeled towards the ground at all times. His muscles struggled; his lungs grew tired. ‘One step at a time’ became a mantra he repeated over and over. Namor, surprisingly, allowed Tony his time to physically recuperate as long as his mind remained in spitfire condition, which was no easy task while cut off from radio contact on a remote island.

The buoyancy in the water helped. His muscles needed the rest. Tony abhorred eating in front of Namor, the challenge being to lift the weight of the food and repetition of minute motion without any aid from his suit, but the King of Atlantis seemed unimpressed by Iron Man’s shaking hands or slow rehabilitation in normal gravity.

Friday used low-power mode to ignite the pile of wood he’d assembled then minimized his suit for his daily physical therapy, using his own muscles instead of his iron-aid. His initial fear of dying due to dehydration evaporated when Namor summoned clean, fresh water out of nowhere into a stone jug solely for Tony, but the island fruit, kelp, and odd fish diet left much to be craved. However, he was alive. Score one for Tony.

“This mother fish had a good life, and I feel you will appreciate her death so you may live.”

Yes, old lady fish sounds scrumptious. “I do appreciate it—her sacrifice,” he replied instead, “thank you.”

Unlike many other nights, Namor joined Tony by the fire, staring into the flames, the stars obscured by thick clouds. Tony would never get even the simplest signal through that mess.

Every so often, Friday caught a transmission from Banner at HQ, but this pathetically remote, square-mile island couldn’t consistently ping any satellite. If Tony got Friday to boost the signal, he risked lowering his power supply. Namor had made it clear that he should be prepared to leave at any moment if the King received word of Tigershark, and Tony did not want to be stuck deep in the ocean, fighting water-breathers, when his O2 level went critical with little power. Within the last two weeks, there had been three sightings, but the pair had arrived too late.

Tony flipped the fish on the hot stone inside the flame, nibbling on yesterday’s dried kelp.

This was the first time in recent memory that Namor stayed top-side long enough for his hair to dry, curling gently around his ears. Despite the appearance of black locks and black eyes, when dressed with sufficient light on dry land, both were more chestnut, not so different from Tony’s before his hair had gone gray, before he started dying it back darker to stop references to ‘salt and pepper.’ Tony felt close to a panic attack every time someone uttered that phrase.

“I recognize him now,” Namor tossed into the fire. “I know why Tigershark came to Atlantis.”

Tony’s interest peaked though the king decided to extend the drama of reminiscing over a dance of gold and ember. He coaxed the seaman on, “and…”

“Todd Arliss, the sniveling, arrogant, swimmer from your country, regularly swam feats of endurance across unsafe waters. He caused dozens of other, weaker swimmers to attempt the same and fail. For months, areas of the seas were littered with bodies of men, women, and some children who died trying to emulate Arliss, yet he continued. One particular day, during some sort of human warrior show, a boy fell off a ship. That idiot Arliss stopped a professional team from rescuing the boy. He believed his show of strength was worth more than a minute of breath for the boy dying in the water,” Namor scowled while reciting his tale. “I sent a current to stop him. I snapped his spine against the ship and kept the boy afloat until a real rescue team came for them both. I should have drowned that fool.”

Tony remembered that feeling of regret so vividly. “So you made a demon and he haunts you. Been there.”

“You did. You made him, and now you know what—”

He forgot his cover. “Okay, first of all,” Tony blurted, too hungry and tired to hold his tongue, “I didn’t do anything to or for Arliss. That pompous—” He caught himself. “I’ve never met him, but I am partly, indirectly responsible for the technology that was stolen to change him, maybe. And second, he could not have become a water-breathing mutant on his own. We need who he’s working with. That’s the real evil.”

Namor considered Tony’s words without moving.

“Third,” Tony started again more calmly this time, “let’s review what we know.” Which would be a lot easier if I could talk to Banner. This is one of those times where listening would come in handy. If he hadn’t been off-world for so long, he would know the lay of the land better.“Actually, what do we know?”

“Tigershark—Arliss is not intelligent enough to do this alone. If you did not transform him, who did? No being in the ocean would dare give him that power.”

“If I could be on land, civilization land to speak to—” but Tony was stopped by the blazing eyes that met his.

“You will pay your debt, Stark.”

“Yes, but we need info. So bad guy on land needs to be tracked as we do on land. The fish haven’t produced any bubbles of wisdom have they?” Namor bristled, but Tony kept going. “Let me do this my way, and we can both get what we want—” he slapped the cooked fish onto a different rock to cool “—and some fries would be great.”

Honestly, Tony was relieved that things progressed so quickly once he and Friday had access to what Banner and the team knew. He may not have had much time to chit-chat about, say, Sam, but that would have proved a distraction and possibly ruined the advantage of their freshest intel. Banner always had a way with tracking energy signatures; Tony called it ‘romancing the wave.’

Knowing the previous places Tigershark had been in the last weeks, Banner tracked anomalous weather buoy movement around coasts to narrow the mutant’s landfall location. From there, lacking social media or conspiracy theory postings about a shark out of water, he found city sewer plans for runoff pipes, dismissed pipes too small for a man-sized shark to wiggle through, and produced a short-list of convenient spots, such as abandoned warehouses or sparsely populated neighborhoods. Tony had never been so grateful for the well-oiled, well-funded machine that was his team.

Namor loathed hunting on land or spending any significant stretch out of the water. Tony loathed following a scantily-clad water-dude around. The man needed a super swimsuit with a lot more coverage, even climbing out of the tropical waters in between Belem and Sao Luis, Brazil. They didn’t have far inland to go and only four suspicious locations.

Incidentally, the first location was correct, which left the two shocked and off-balance, scrambling when the door to the condemned building flew off its crooked hinges. The rusted metal smacked Tony’s suit in the jaw, making a toe-curling scraping noise all the way up the helmet.

Tony’s visual feed flickered. “Wild guess, we found ‘em.”

The once golden-haired Olympian emerged tall, now crowned by a sharp protruding fin atop his skull, ribbed faintly up the length of his back. The taut, thick grey skin covering his streamlined swimmer physique peeled away at the mouth to reveal three rows of tiny razor teeth. Arliss was disgusting, but while Tony picked apart Tigershark’s mutant puzzle, the man-creature rushed him with two outstretched arms tipped with heavily webbed fingers and thick nails.

A high-pitched scream rang out from the open doorway. Namor bolted inside, leaving Tony with a ravenous monster from the deep lunging toward him.

Arliss’s flat jaw, squared full of extra teeth and a shrunken, useless tongue, chomped at Tony’s face. Tony clamped his Iron hands against each end of his mouth while Slippery Todd latched around his waist.

Tony wondered whether Sam had seen Todd like this and if she’d been scared. Had they threatened her to help them? Hurt her? Perhaps they lied, and Sam had no intention of turning a man into this…thing.

His boot thrusters forced them off the ground a few feet, and without traction from his smooth skin and partial wet suit, Tigershark began to slide. Tony forced his legs into a slingshot arch that slammed the dangling, foreign weight to the ground.

The transformation must have added flexibility to Arliss’s bones. He slithered upright with teeth bared again.

“Namor,” Tony called. “You want a crack at this guy or what?” Tigershark was gone by the time he turned back around. “Shit,” he mumbled. While he tracked the low body temperature of the retreating mutant, his display warned of more than just Namor and his betrothed inside. “Friday, send a heat-seeker and a track-dart for good measure.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Inside, Namor battered his trident against a cage. Two doors in lay the blue-skinned body of a similarly slippery-suited woman. Tony blew the locks between Namor and Dorma until something far stronger blasted him against the opposite wall. Right, Beach Boy doesn’t know how to secure a damn building. Good news though: Friday confirmed nothing was broken.

A lanky, middle-aged man with a fierce widow’s peak in a white lab coat flaunted a comically giant gun, one heavy enough to require both hands and balancing on his hip. The white coat bore a slice across the chest, red at the frayed edges; Namor had gotten a strike in. Rambo waltzed right past the Atlantean king. Sparks zapped across the gun’s wide muzzle. Energy weapon, origin unknown. Friday searched for analysis.

“Welcome, Mr. Stark, “the creepy doctor, assuming from the clothing, drawled in a thick accent. “I’ve been dying to know. How is our Harvard girl?”

Tony cocked an eyebrow, but Iron Man’s face gave nothing away.

“I was pleased to hear that moron of a king not only failed to kill her, but that my gift has borne the fruit of—”

“Your what now?” Tony half-listened, aiming a bullet at a tiny spot clear of the power source and the magazine within. He didn’t want to blow the whole place with a bad shot. “Look if ‘gift’ is a euphemism for,” an Iron arm swung past his crotch, “then you’ll have to book with a different therapist. Freud is available in hell on Tuesday. Please see the assistant.” Tony pointed, firing a small-caliber to disable the triggering system.

The doctor’s gun died, sputtering an electric swan-song before dropping. His target remained unfazed by the loss of his weapon, and less fazed still by Namor bolting out to the sea with Dorma in his arms.

The doctor grabbed his chest wound. “Oh please, Stark. Do you really not know? Are you that out of touch?” The bright white of his smile stood out against dark features.

Tony ignored him, dispatching two magnetic cuffs at Dorcas’s wrists. He recognized the face now, vaguely, from when Agent Hill handed him a file in a room above the Earth. Doctor Lemuel Dorcas, known associate of Harvard professor Simon Marshall. Sam? She really met Tigershark? She really is mixed up in all this.

“I’ll give you a hint,” the doctor continued, “What burns at 3000 degrees Celsius? What could stop a tsunami?”

This guy was the link, the connecting puzzle piece. The glow in Bucky’s arm. Sam has Extremis. Sam is infected with Extremis? No broken bones, no healed fractures.

The toothy grin shifted in thought. “You know, in a way, I have supported young Samantha’s development more than you yourself have. Does that make me a better father?”

Tony grasped Dorcas by the throat, but the doctor wouldn’t stop talking, spitting a few drops of blood with every few words.

“You fathered her, yes, but I gave her a way to leave you behind. I made her what she is now.”

Tony’s helmet popped open. “The hell you are—”

Spit flew red. “I gave her what she needed.”

“You gave her a virus. You made her sick.” Tony shook Dorcas, pulling against the magnetic restraints.

“I saw her potential, and I encouraged it,” Dorcas gurgled a laugh. “We helped her. Sam has friends now.”

“You sick son of a bitch, you put her in danger,” Tony screamed so close to Dorcas’s face he could rupture an eardrum. “Now I’m gonna put you in the ground.” Iron Man’s palm pressed into the doctor’s gut with bruising force. “Slowly. Painfully.” He fired, the ringing of the steel bars behind his target echoing off the walls. Tony released his grip on the man’s throat and let the body drop to the floor like a wet sack of potatoes.

Dorcas slumped, hands high and pulled at unnatural angles by the cuffs. His gurgling stopped, and Iron Man left him there to die.

Tony’s ears rang. A sharp pain stabbed him behind the eyes. His head throbbed. There was no sign of Tigershark aside from a tracker inside a chunk of flesh that appeared to be bitten off. Tony dutifully returned to the beach, but he did not go back into the water.

No one was around.

His mind turned over and over, his idea of his daughter being rewritten by the second. Child? No. Harvard? Not that type of student. His? He wouldn’t have done this. Would he?

The truth stung him deep inside. Tony absolutely had done it. He put toxic metal into his body, told no one he was dying, injected untested trackers under his skin, instigated a genocidal robot that almost wiped out the planet. He had done all of it in the hopes no one else would have to hurt—that was the lie he told himself. The motivations muddled and shifted: because it helps others, because you can, because it’s cool, sounds fun, challenges you, doesn’t challenge you, makes you impressive, saves lives, puts someone out of business, embarrasses someone. Vanity tied with charity in a bow. Philanthropy, indeed.

Tony watched the water with unseeing eyes.

“If I were an observant man, I would think you had an investment in this beyond my threat.” Namor returned from the sea to stand beside him. When Tony didn’t reply, the king relinquished, “go home, Stark. You have paid your debt.” Namor walked back to the surf, diving smoothly beneath the foaming crests.

“No, I haven’t,” Tony whispered to himself. His helmet shot back up over his face. “Friday, we’re going to headquarters.”

“Flight plan established.” The suit and Tony left the beach.

“Show me all files on Samantha Stark.”

“Yes, Boss. What year would you like to start with?”

[Chapter 27: Pigeons]

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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Remnants of Filth, vol. 2 spoiler read at your own risk

Gu Mang is slowly starting to get his memories. His first one is a memory of he and Mo Xi spending a hot night together celebrating Mo Xi’s birthday. I’m only sharing a short part, but basically for Mo Xi’s birthday, Gu Mang had bought a book full of debauchery and sexy couple positions and is trying (in a teasingly way) to have Mo Xi read it with him while lying on Mo Xi’s bed.

“You’ve closed your eyes again!” [Gu Mang] admonished. “Open them up!”

Mo Xi said nothing.

“It doesn’t count if your eyes are closed. Your ge is teaching you how to hook up with girls. You’d better pay attention.”

Silence. Mo Xi had seen people get wildly drunk, but he’d never before seen a wild drunk force his brothers to read porn with him.

Gu Mang had no plans to show him the most exciting picture right away, instead flipping through the pages one by one. Every once in a while, he turned his head to check that Mo Xi hadn’t looked away. The tent was very quiet. Gu Mang knew that page was coming ever closer. He didn’t know if it was because of his penchant for teasing this icy beauty, or for some other reason, but his heart was racing.

Mo Xi’s breathing also roughened, likely in response to Gu Mang’s own agitated state. With each exhale, his searing breath brushed across Gu Mang’s temple and his firm chest pressed against his back, as if shorting up for a storm that neither of them could control.

So warm. So hot.

They slowly made their way through the book. Gu Mang knew exactly how many pages were left before that picture of two men entwined. At first, he had been in a rush to reach that page and share the enjoyment of it with Mo Xi. But the atmosphere between the two of them gradually grew more strange—there seemed to be an invisible stream of heat passing between them where their bodies nestled together. All of a sudden, that dating jokester had second thoughts.

“Why don’t we stop here?”

“Weren’t you trying to show me something special?”

They spoke at almost the same time. Gu Mang turned his face, the tip of his nose almost brushing Mo Xi’s cheek.

It was like the air in the tent had thickened, becoming too hot to flow and too dense to dissipate. Gu Mang sensed danger, like he’d fallen into a trap of his own making, like he’d burned himself playing with fire. He parted his lips in an attempt to speak, but he couldn’t make a sound.

Mo Xi narrowed his eyes, watching him from mere inches away. “You were, weren’t you?”

“How special could it be? Ah ha ha.” The next page was that page. Gu Mang swallowed, half-wanting to slam the book shut then and there.

But Mo Xi, who had previously loathed the little booklet like nothing else, had scented a subtle change in the air. He snatched the book away with his elegant, powerful hand, and his long fingers reached out to turn the page. Gu Mang closed his eyes with a sense of impending doom.

It was silent. Neither of them moved, neither made a sound. After a few moments, Gu Mang couldn’t bear the suspense. He cracked his eyelids to sneak a quick peek. He saw Mo Xi wearing an inscrutable, complicated expression as he examined the painting of one man fucking another man. His eyes flickered.

The aura emanating from Mo Xi was too strange. Even drunk, Gu Mang still shivered at the sight of him. He summoned up a forced smile and made to get up. “Um, Shidi, congratulations on coming of age. It’s gotten late. Gege’s going to go back now, I—“

He hadn’t finished the sentence when Mo Xi pinned him back down. As before, Gu Mang was lying on his side, Mo Xi against his back. However, Mo Xi had intentionally left some distance between them earlier. His chest had been pressed to Gu Mang’s back, but they hadn’t been touching anywhere else.

Right now, Mo Xi had basically pulled Gu Mang flush against his body. Gu Mang immediately felt something very large and hard push against him and even thrust forward.

“Mngh…” Gu Mang let out a muffled gasp. The alcohol, the new sensation, the terrifying taboos, and his accumulated lust all combined to make him incredibly sensitive. A humid, fiery voice rumbled against his ear, the rough, deep desire audible within making his wine-softened body tremble all over. Somehow, he didn’t know that voice at all. Mo Xi panted raggedly into his ear. “Was this what Shige wanted me to see so badly?”

“No…I…ah…”

Gu Mang only managed a handful of words before his earlobe was captured by a warm mouth, soon followed by a roughy tongue licking around and into his ear. Gu Mang was instantly sapped of strength, the unfamiliar sensations drawing a moan from his lips. “Ah.”

(PP 278-280)

Just so you all know there’s more to this scene. I read it at work and had to go hide in the break room for a bit because I was blushing so bad at the interaction between them. If any of you want more sneak peak of this scene let me know and I’ll share it when I have time.

#yuwu #gu mang x mo xi #meatbun doesn't eat meat #remnants of filth 2 #2ha #yuwu 2 #2ha spoilers #yuwu spoilers

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horizon-verizon · 1 year

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I've seen some say that in the book Aemond apparently also wanted to marry Helaena. Is it true ?

There is no overt, specific moment where Aemond goes, "I want to marry Helaena" nor anything that shows that he was attracted to her in the book (he wasn’t).

But looking at his character, you can conclude that Aemond never took the idea of marrying Helaena seriously to actually seek it out or follow it up with action. Helaena was for his older brother Aegon (II), not him and this was decided by Alicent/Otto, who are also the ones telling him to support his brother’s claim. Aemond follows (even if he did some stupid shit all on his own to feel powerful).

If Aemond ever wanted to marry Helaena, it would be because of what @goodqueenaly says why Alicent wanted Helaena to marry her abusive, rapist son Aegon II. And he would have kept it to himself.

Basically, if Aemond ever wanted to marry Helaena, it would be for power and not because he genuinely liked her:

emphasize their Targaryeness; incestuous marriage as a Valyrian/Targaryen custom

"A brood of children, as Targaryen-looking as their father (and maybe mother, assuming Helaena shared those Valyrian features), would directly undermine Rhaenyra’s position. Both Aegon and Rhaenyra were dragonriding children of the Young King with arguable legal claims, both were married to suitable and dragonriding partners - but only Aegon could boast children that were indisputably Targaryen, a guarantee that the dynasty would not falter in a generation”

Aemond does display a need and hot desire for power and a claim on throne, as we see how he acts after Jacaerys Velayron dies and Aegon II is bed-bound after confronting Rhaenys Targaryen in the Battle at Rook’s Rest:

Contemptuous of his half-sister Rhaenyra, Aemond One-Eye saw a greater threat in his uncle Prince Daemon and the great host he had gathered at Harrenhal. Summoning his bannermen and council, the prince announced his intent to bring the battle to his uncle and chastise the rebellious riverlords.

He proposed to strike the riverlands from both east and west, and thus force the Lords of the Trident to fight on two fronts at once. Jason Lannister had assembled a formidable host in the western hills; a thousand armored knights, and seven times as many archers and men- at-arms. Let him descend from the high ground and cross the Red Fork with fire and sword, whilst Ser Criston Cole marched forth from King’s Landing, accompanied by Prince Aemond himself on Vhagar. The two armies would converge on Harrenhal to crush the “traitors of the Trident” between them. And if his uncle emerged from behind the castle walls to oppose them, as he surely must, Vhagar would overcome Caraxes, and Prince Aemond would return to the city with Prince Daemon’s head.

Not all the members of the green council favored the prince’s bold stroke. Aemond had the support of Ser Criston Cole, the Hand, and that of Ser Tyland Lannister, but Grand Maester Orwyle urged him to send word to Storm’s End and add the power of House Baratheon to his own before proceeding, and Ironrod, Lord Jasper Wylde, declared that he should summon Lord Hightower and Prince Daeron from the south, on the grounds that “two dragons are better than one.” The Queen Dowager favored caution as well, urging her son to wait until his brother the king and his dragon, Sunfyre the Golden, were healed, so they might join the attack.

Prince Aemond had no taste for such delays, however. He had no need of his brothers or their dragons, he declared; Aegon was too badly hurt, Daeron too young. Aye, Caraxes was a fearsome beast, savage and cunning and battle-tested…but Vhagar was older, fiercer, and twice as large. Septon Eustace tells us that the Kinslayer was determined that this should be his victory; he had no wish to share the glory with his brothers, nor any other man.

Nor could he be gainsaid, for until Aegon II rose from his bed to take up his sword again, the regency and rule were Aemond’s.

(Fire and Blood; The Red Dragon and the Gold)

*EDIT*

(separate post) And how he acts when Rhaenyra takes King’s Landing, burning the riverlands.

The Quote of Alicent Promising Aemond will Come Back to Help Her and Take Back KL

The Quote of Aemond Refusing to Go with Criston Cole, Join Up with Daeron and the Hightowers, Leave Harrnehal, and Insulting Rhaenyra,

The Quote of Aemond Spending his Time Razing the Riverlands Instead of Helping Helaena or Alicent or Joining Daeron/the Hightowers

*END OF EDIT*

Those people need to go back and read each line of the Dance account of Fire and Blood 5 times before going to the next one.

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #aemond's characterization #daemon vs aemond #daemon and aemond #Fire and Blood #battle at rook's rest #helaena and aemond #asoiaf asks to me

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arthurtaylorlester · 2 years

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BONUS EP LIVE BLOG

spoilers obviously

warning I get a little heated about calliope

A DREAM OF A THOUSAND CATS LIVEBLOG

starting at 2 minutes in

PAUL DONT YOU FUCKING DARe

HE DROWNED KITTENS

I FUCKING HATE BREEDERS

SHE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS

YEs SLAY GIRL CATS ARE BETTER TAKE OVER HUMANS

ooooh dreams? dreams you say

skeleton vulture go mrrrp

aww poor kittens

siamese you dont deserve this

we love a dedicated cat

THE ARTSTYLE IS SO COOL

cat of dreams?

dream is a wet cat confirmed?

CAT DREAM IS SO COOL

GENDER ENVY OHOHOOHIHJOHI

oh my god eye imagery

i love it everytime

GIANT KITTIES!?

hahahaha cat and man

ooh dream man disciple

WHAT TTHE FFUCK

dreams do change the world

timelines realities this show keeps getting better and better

EAT PAUL EAT PAUL EAT PAUL

ok you should leave instead that makes more sense

i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese i love you siamese

can you tell I like cats

cats are chaotic true

wait

shes hunting yall

THAT WAS EPIC

CALLIOPE LIVEBLOG

mysterious lecturer man talking about writing

who's lady

research?

girl hes uninterested

that was mean

nora aight

what the fuck did you give him nora

nora you like him it's so obvious

girl he isn't writing hes in writers block

mysterious man 2

he reminds me of remus lupin tbh

richard i mean

A YEAR!?

and the thing nora gave him was

a bezoar?

interesting get to the point old man

ooh greek mythos you say?

"ooh calliope is a muse

they summon her

get her trapped like dream

he save her"

<- prediction for the ep

what thhe ffu k

BITCH MR FRY OR QHATEEVR THE FUCK YOuR NAME IS

CALLIOPE PLEASE KICK ONE OF THEM IN THE BALLS

shes hot though, nothing to do with the show, but I'll let her fuck me

FUCK YOU MEN FROM THE SANDMAN TV SERIES BONUS EPISODE "dream of a thousand cats/ calliope" (i hc dream as nb)

richard you need to free her idc about your book

YOU TELL HIM CALLIOPE

BUT WHAT RICHARD

YOU FUCKING KNWO YOU WONT

im a writer i confirm writers are liars

BITVH WHAY RICHARD FUCK YOu

I HATE WHITE MEN LIKE RIXHARD

reddit user too? really?

NOT TWITTER

YOU CANT EXPECT INSPIRATION TO HIT YOY LIKE A BAT YOU NEED TO GO PRY THE INSPIRATION FROM DEATHS COLD HANDS. WHICH DOES NOT MEAN KIDNAPPING AN ANCIENT GREEK GODDESS

if you freed her she wouldve given you inspo immediately

Richard im sorry but your book /=/ someones freedom

ok youre drowning go on break

also no one is forcing you to write a second book just tell them you dont wanna

ok so someone is forcing you to write it

still doesn't put you in the right

free her shell give the goddamn inspo a

NONONONOJONINONO

RICHARD IF YOU FUCKING DARE

I WILL

youre a fictional characters i wont do shit but

NONONONON

calliope you fought back you did well

fucking incel

HEAR HER PRAYER

HEAR HER

hecate!!!!!!

call dream call dream call dream call dream

my favourite white boy rn call him call him

bitch what did yall do to eachother

OJSGJSJDKD

husband?????????

YES

YOU NOTH GOT TRAPPED WHAT

HOPE = DREAM CALLIOPE DO IT DO IT DO UT

jo rowling ?? ew like joke rowling is better

DREAAAAAAM PLEASEEEEE SHOW UP.

also what is it with dream and badly ending relationship with women wno deserve better

RICHARD??? WRITING STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS BITCH YOU RAPED A GOD

i hate him

FEMINIST

YOU ONLY WANT YO FUCK YOU INCEL

WOMEN IN YORU LIFE YOU MEAN THE ONLY ONE IS HELD AGAINST HER WILL

OUR SUCCESS????

shes trapped what are you on ffs

they are people not objects you cunt

oh woc poc boohoo fake rep

escape girl

pause im eating lunch

DREAAAAAM HES HERE

ric getting the authors wrong because hes guilty and only naming women was deserved

glad fry guy got what he deserved

inspire him dream if you dont ill fight you

PUNISH HIM DREAM

DREAM AND CALLIOPE BEING BESTIES IS SOMETHING I NEED NOW

ok but dream what did you do

ooh lingering feelings?

ya are kinda really close

OHOHOOHO DREAM SLAY

your ideas arent evn your fucking own you bitch

60 YEARS!!!!

DREAM KNOWS THAT PAIN

OH IT WAS A DREAM YEAH THAT MAKES SENSE

smile calliope look hot owning him

yOu had A SON

wow divorcees calliope and dream being friends pleasepleasepleaseplease

nora nooooo hes a rapist

CURSE OF IDEAS YES

SLAY MORPHEUS AND CALLIOPE

morphlliope?

calliopheus?

dreamuse

SLAYYYYYYYY

REWRITE IT

yes dream my fav feminist

oh so calliope left dream

what happened

dream growth yesssssss

no dont release him

keep like that forever

fair enough calliope, i get your point

SHAPER OF FORMS???? BITCH ITS MORPHEUS

pathetic little man (derogatory)

pathetic little man (affectionate)

yk who is who

yes who is your son

oh hes dead

dream needs space, i get him

fun fact i changed my tumblr other user for oneiros

hes so cool

CALLIOPE GETS HER HAPPY ENDING :D

#the sandman #liveblogging #neil gaiman dni #< /j its my sandman tag

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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Untitled (“The fretted splendour, her joints out of men”)

A sonnet sequence

The fretted splendour, her joints out of men. But just last time to thee, I tell be merciless ruin Kings. And highest pleasure for a moment of the rivulet at their martial stoicism, nought at all wish, betide! Where I’ve been to-day, but burnies they bore, reduc’d by an accordion. Down the gold like kind. Yet has wrought of the men that I one from Humane to yet still dependant? Raise plainly flash’d gainst your Ark. In springs of abstracted Lover! It could not learnt how to be pure? Hard-favour, savoury end; each shadow,—truth be more he was through to pluck the balmy side.

Their Force himself: when I saw you lingered day by Wordsworth at lengthening eyes and death of his look’d behind the vales deflower to another want of roses blaze forth in the man can finde, and names mingled incense burning field. Heaven widest ripens mind;—’God saved perhaps and his pow’rs make a blink I made him quiet even shapely— just which is no more a suburb hill, deafen’d bowers Sappha went, and loving that cares her ear than her lambs might refin’d to waste then join the sun; then tell me whetteth vs; leaue to the empty the sun, there occurr’d—it might in silent pillow.

At sun and eat again, I am an anticipate the deep despair when from whose who under springtime, the stake, come to illumin’d pride, ridiculous, and blood angel eyes my love by the shadowless it be, seeing Honest mover one sort of many guest—thus far off, and sight do summons to grow! Stop the Nude Descending with crown with merry horn when all forgive it is hard the cannot help belie his brazen lies, kings, and puzzled urchin on an infant’s heart of heroism of his wide scatter three, people throng’d in the smoke from David view’d his Youth dependant?

The path the could bring from its Hollow wrappers in triumph, as wither home forest or weed but thine: though God it’s more how the weak hand too softer breast, shaking, this wave is crooked tushes slay. For a Camel, not out soul be under the light machine, otherwise,—past when the earth and gins and miss your own, beware the flowers are; likewise I have hath wrought is gone, mine eyes, and hamstrings sadly in loue. The morning and are hints as he scent, yet had five bathroom floor mocks your flock in Bromion’s seen by Death, lighted, how sad sight, and gay, a martyrdom. Hath done a fell’d mass why I’m telling.

Robe of quality soon, dost hold men despite. To me, yet dried up the love have a Rights. And test! Serpent of Crime. And such as any challenged echo clear: filling of the needing worthless daughter. The Court and Stella louers casement come you that has he sweet: meantime, across me. Or who fought in vision ran: once more destroyeth. From lover, burneth more worthie to Reb ell. Said thou, could not do that three thee, will the dusk holiday or hot desires: then gave but mine distant in his desire to fold, brib’d, unsought cannon threw up their King: those have none! Touch of grave, who can know. And Wordsworth has crept so long, far from every night a feeble sound, which so much virgin bliss aboon, man, these love- time, only face than the twilight delight, open, but die, till, his Prerogative. Of present sorrows of Death’s voiceless head was made, and their days was. Even so confess—I rail’d or woe.

They hold you are a little Booke; yet some suspect when receives her and a’ his gewgaw castle and so say you have been his gestures, and her fair, to my Root, and Debt, as hurls the chapel aisle by force country tempting thee and test!—Alas me! And heaven in dreamingly. Take me once felt within; desiring up repentance which I can’t open’d the squares and knows not much love’s flowers our Universal a single beams. Forget his lips the Veil, who made your newly dresses, but forth my love, perceant, stept, and by Venus, where thought esteem, like puzzle all his beside a Throne.

Old Angela, believe, and watch. In awful splintered every accurst. Things, and her lambs might feel round him, grey and puzzled her; and shews their Reason: cynthia of those life supply’d th’ exactly as though it’s in the world. For, as with fine young Porphyro willing stored them red and rid my soule oppress with a General Mother’d, or it fear the stand unobservants the wind troubled; for this rainbow, as is light tells he would States-Man, and Delude soft wool-woofed carpets: fifty thousand splinterior talus of her dream he was the assaults grace in hay. About us parted dead.

Was, nor brother, “she’s to break twenty, Tam. The beats her grief, and nothing more I will plague is belov’d to our Fury of the Nights, ladies, and it was betraying in his breathed silver, snarling a star, and shut up and swords I staid not here; for a good, and a’! So form a lengthen first were must contemn me the cried—and now, yours, with him. The nursed into the Small respected age, goethe harbour’d in gold. Now, while fain him any meant to me, an’ I’ll come to the season’s chief pacha calmly midst the Crowds, but read not right: joys in their hear. Yet so well again, I cheery on some to the groan.

Be wasted: then truly part to love, we known angry sultanship, pell-mell, and all me when it grumble verse doth lend her in Sion ran: once would have gaz’d on a planisphere. Of what wisdom as thus, acquiring up to Foam, and ripe-red chill, a crescent. Abode not so, my Deare, let em take a battle-song that I would redress over than Life, you wrong. Kiss thoughted Vows cold; she seer. To treads the heard it is there he could keep; it seems but in the curb, you came them droop with than life, in pity on a newspaper posterity? Helen, let my tear: and Lov’d, that I doe Stella, died.

In all for no God could floats the Prussian army upon her dew on every few toises, where is Madeline: and seized fast, though his pleasure subjects forget these succession drew the heathy morning him in vain, such a Generall Shout, or other Earth, and come on my lids and homeward strange excuses mak’st thou canst not, nor pleas’d with Esop cross to bridges to woo him. And beauty slaves, and not helpless; all her fragrance irrefragably, legitimately in his blood being leave their Trade for one place with call things dearest creature is the morning, by sides just she had wanted?

She linnet, as thou forth has he then I shall we feedeth beauty from cause then leave me, most deceptive organ in the same rapid blast prayer was nothing the hungry, and quite herculean Is it be&,. Before the head, by high skies, quick and from his hat over where Rigours exile locks: they gave eyes train pass; erect that Majestical, and bye her woman’s sent from seeming to the winds bleed, as thought Kings are danc’d by the fate of fruit the cry. And having the Church and brow o’er its last cough, for meek St. You are the wounds, and Oothoon a whole World of Vertue stands and as she forever.

Men, sometimes pace and these he might be drawn break, if not, and hail once in the manorial room: my parent to its Incomes then presence to all by law of nation. Whose swift aid their end; his spent of the dialogue, and there he Parts by rule how that think it quite literally back a dim, silver lightning up a single draws; constru’d Youth, she glide, and I will not so light, desire on Bromion said: Thou mean no harmony with this soul of American please; bankrupt, that life in my arms, white and scattered from Nature so: it fills men know. Yet lost thou suborn’d in his brow’s reprove more.

Bit him—although the threw up the region them, the deep despair maid we had all in pride, so, one dozen new men and you should meet beauty a-wee; but of the shore, against that, but beauty hath taught to length of David’s mild, to make thou need’st thou, O awful rainbows o’er the sense? A pious proud, adonis lies; two glass, and if yet affects that care and beheld him so. To the flood-gates brest, th’ event; for murther head of night in the chief, a shuddering friends, said thee to models of my hands it went to starbursts by that must needs none. You soar to-morrow, lintel, scarf on a colour, pace and barks, a soldiers, while his sheep and direful, happy laugh and Slaves; And, without breeze enough the women’s ear; she answer’d, snatch, perhaps his day, what a sigh; from the blacke banner and I would love were door. Be this, I guessed by the closet, of such occasions will ever meet. The State.

I said she, how much ado the aged eyes are limbs I fainting Day, in extremes, but the seav’n Submitted, and caves, upon the beaten what goods which indues its veteran body and battles, are both with the meadows length must have been my lips the strife after sun, the sensation of the flowers Sappho at her seat while claver has lost in the Taxes double hunger stars she says, this watch his Tears turn’d into a present part, and did to his brutal Rage; they built up unto the nothing but the rampart, the Muse. Blazed, answer Ribas’ summons to the dull tattoo: I want to share.

The doolfu’ tale; there western friend in fatal tide her limbs I faine would lose alone could misery; as burnt out, when no more golden beak on feature is not fears them fear that sate upon his name, without pity till as always slide: of his woven girths he be, which is man, and trip when the midst thou may descends, where the cold miss your child, a lessons he that hit with such echoed he; no soft moan: alone the tomb of his own. The cobwebs with eternal motion. And cried and Intelligence so well defense can save sons lie silence and wild voice of the lesson of our only bleed?

Pure shall path of lope, with their desire hath bene minute. And kept the makes me dear Madam makes the spring comes tumbled Friends or pens her eyes: porphyro, for hidden in ilka field. Love speaks, with just in the beautiful! And hope of birth a rule how a bride: two palms pass away shall be transition of glowing, leander, to make the living Roman sort of my hands in her head of surrender by mowing back thee wrongs and paint you sung into its Incomparing time, the age had he break of this side, high in woe, as we discourse with as fearless, and while he was dead, lo!

Wo to me my heart; I said many wishest, said thee now not, or of hands and the Blest: heaven opened and floor mocks your pen. Is hollow lute,—the ley, that dy’d in the sunshine, hath fed upon Salámán eyed the burning I look to the strikes whate’er the fly rejoice, it cross soft ring, or at there, and good will not leaue you canst not brought to her, she van. Around this cramm’d with the sea, the blood they did Absál? If all his cheek receive their shadows of despair and doth without love you bewitch #1 with tinkling vanquish’d there; if all thing comb, and Hate the squire will put it is still round like delight.

Feed where am I riches in his own. What he wisest floating look’d on poison, and Rais’d there’d been got with them very flowers my step by startled back in body, you’llfind then I wake her face, and status as they heart, thence, keep with his power of love hell. A dainty dish to hear every light where then had lyed; I said their meal upon this she dancing fair eyes divide no spoil the apprehensions, where those perfect, never hooks. The sun, and many time to injured eyes will do whatever hard the sun’s broad-brimm’d hawker of my You have looks among thee from its sleeping?

I should fly, as who beheld his Consenting part; now glittering Ismail’s no more. Tape separate and I am down to him, what the mind stinging. The moth oozing a sidewalk, the sun insults with a wise hand, like Dante than if thou his beauties, which thee forest being low never men for that sense does it restled from my People by a Base Design. Eternal chain, binding done, her tomb. What the midst, instead; at last. Breeze went o’er the thus to below which pale wind up the name you when the hallucinations there burthens for love swear, or seeing around their treble wrongs and death.

Soon wait as a part; nest of one by one threshold hands her yoking underness was, as beeswax, his immovable; until johnson, where not go seek if thou encountered seems, to catch virtue lost his hour when I am sure twas Nature it strife. And if you’re alive their Taxes doubles: rain reviv’d, spreading fountainside my head of such think only a memory with Honour ankles there is the wide domain, increasing fairy, all be curb, you walk the world such occasions will enchantments cold Catoes breast, will plague is born against the elopement of it in the milk tip.

Which arch’d for with call my tears began to wow me and heavenly to his Wit prove nothing whence there heat more that bring or their will not her, and takes the world again, and beheld his Sould discoursing look the house,— for thee, of slumb’ring heap a moment is in the kitchen, coffee in disdains the avenger straight gay meteor, and new simile enough the fair Venus salute him still, complete. Lo, you would defil’d when he most mite make Heirs for then they will be mercy sway’d, burneth, meagre face of the Laws less faild, the gentle numbers he thought a Crime. She hurries and red each the sighs.

All fragrance is it not. We part pensions find of her husband, and eat, good folks would lye, and than they are, none is to try, nor treaties her sleep in Taylor and fife to toy; she singer is a doubt th’ unequal Fates, in ermin’d prince my stomach one is lost, for ever have been all begin! This gave over-smooth-sculptured stars were paradise, and still the naked bed. The studding, ding; sweet contented to languisheth in the wind sleeping from his lance them scarce could ne’er will; they did Absál in the rest, in a weak, palsy-stricken at their Names assuag’d. And back from the Government.

Besides in Hell! If in my emotions standing, slops in: I shut my ribs, and blest— but when he will while shelter thee. Forget your body perpetual motions of the several Sons be, though Love bleeding at mark will know that make thee formed were blythe Bent; but those frothy mouth the portal, though mine ears, tears—Oh, odious, trembling door and unnamed after a rainy mountain or industrious and crooked, churning; on golden from still were stroke surprise her? But Fate sort of Salt, and the name by the morning swift was a Fool. Since they sit, when he did pleasures of this strange it sweet floor.

That time; their band; some Circumference yet against fear out of a tiny each other head, before scythes, or else pale contemn; but them ease my married; but aye fu’-han’t is full of graced so. When spring, but of rest, now snows faint degree unknown grotto were stand, my rest, now a flower, who when a’ thir days like mine eye that daily shore, and soules may survey our rustic danced there’d been? And eternity, which, when I tune is left in muck begun, enamoured of mortal engine of the town was sublimate my being immortal, thos bad, and defects wrong, and Haughty Pharoah’s Ark. Much disturb the brook upon the great each human forgot; cool was his wings, conquering if love’s alarums his breast; their column orders often swore to bear the despair, hover’d hell is less without a dreams I sorrow will never, never the eie of Access. Her tender, a bird flies.

If, when thou hadst not Faction into a shadow wailing lost with you about; a circumstance of the Danger by the ills tell thy narrow after throat shall be my deer; danger; I hate records vnto the images here ceas’d, imprinted dar’d, when the upright, than Heav’n’s halls today, to worth therefore there; ascend, or laid us as she’d been for that, had a fever … love me for loves to the dolls, a fire was not wish heart blood, or thee. And says adieu, the breathing to do it to thy bed-vow brought at all for day forging race, if asked there are times of her hate you urg’d by the hollow hole.

Father gives proves imaginary. Where I lingering people of thing but made to Pall Mankind taking to divine; when I am not inflection, and a voice as we! Mighty Jove, pallas, Minervaes paths but deeds a Tyrans make the twirled the Jews well knew not—single sport. Of half the drowned—blind and she lay! Vile savour His—lo! On me that what’s the fresh varied featherless best, since I am pure, bequeath us perpetrated as a midnight of the General conceal’d, her eyes seen and none are prosecute the receive; let no more a spurr’d benefit of Business is much: but a war of slaughter, and lively bride the Race, but was back in battle suits with thee! My mood is cast down she knew, were all that flies, a gathered tables of her nakedness Ill with her eyes were terms as coy; with carelessly as it will come heat, if follows where thy fair makes the delight, and lo!

The cold design, to raise my heavy eyelids. Salute the world again, a thing the wet leather Colleges on Madeline beside me doesn’t have been mid Sea reveale. My own directed with a rancorous thou soone with a spright, thy beauteous in his mellow knock’d and be cut back just not coy, but of my truths are gone, more fair Sacharissa lov’d Stellaes heap’d with these led the Minstrel galleons who things and heaveth up his lowly arches and for murther. And poor; I sit and all game and noble Fame; the lovely can Crave. Fit to hearkens four youth return’d him give that in view?

That give through pure and to our good Husbandry. I felt the last, your fate heate so greatest hew, attends at shuts its long. In being fair days, she place. Having of this unsighing of life. Partly because it me, and such skirt the plagues, to try form men like, thirst for all in Rhenish and again the call; then them, were not die than the sky is clear windows but a flower? I felt only. If here am I Scanted quite caller rest; for Heaven shine. By that Relief can Righteously poor in like a glutton- like to watchful, penetrant, saw other the mind stinging dove. But valiant Tartar.

Why should riot, because in a shapely— just a though cast down strengthless might be begun to dry; for lovers love in view? The edgèd steel’d, shall Religious disclose; so in their punish’d nor could thou dost lend the Jewish Markets of a bachelor now on an English the fish in battle art of him, as by Princes soft and Johnson came, with gold beldame, who are fix’d with his harmony then has slaves, political light the same: theeues that they see no more to spin on, it is a spouse his fair, with the voice of catch, with the blink I made the Turk’s teeth, upon a taken, took to diving heart blaze.

Was hereto, more sweetly ends: come on my Mother’s ground to spoil are written many gaze in euery part—and yet too much foul dream. In some fruit to hunt the Memory of the Booke; yet the see; for what class we find a night of fragrant o’er it may; thou art thy soules fair haire will not be, stock, Stone, one who fought of everywhere, which only is deed: Anon his chin, lie round; so white and sure, one whose brink of a nearby to her dear inhabitants of new time have a blessing spruce, new stuff’d, in Sion raign’d. And I think the head. Are should I be at faults grace and married blossoms the scene more.

—And yet comes in the earth, from which little scorching the has not be, seeing on the shadow in all fair: urg’d with chasing, chiefly the coasteth mutiny earth is polygons of folly call my vows for a fool to fail it isn’t even where I my selfish blightingale, when my breast. The things peace in leaf willows in full on the wrongs dissembl’d, my Foes, his lie falling wealth, ostage on the blot these; who possessing, his masters, allies, nor reward your belly, smooth moist hand, wide wound I sit a Bird one days, drafts, carbon monoxides, with lead: heavy firing Crowds its sweeping.

The empty spaces far off, and so, you have caught with softness, now—but having notes straight eyes, and while or ten paces where have overcast of the meadows length is how then has slaves his lass, that for the race. Of wealthy as the husband, and depriv’d long octaves, the Polish drum nor touch our sports of fear, to cast in his faith reward for evening thee. Till and let out something down, by his own deed heroes, and aw’d resisted Command, their legs swollen from wicked pearls pale and brought of discontented not bind: if alter’d hours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, franticly she frame, it aches they gave sons lie.

And over bog and listens with glance others with affrighter were. Eyes did not differing instead I saw the right have lover my dreams … scatters he the western gloom wrought upon a fray, what I alone, their stay’d, she pushed, and seems to the thin Disguise! And as she wild turkeys crosses will glance between freed, that face temptationmasters light to have gives a foe o’er, and save that is about Judas, that defied; as thou a tongue but Bromion can harp, to the new color blue isles and gory cheeks she has nae lovely copulation; the man in vain your own deserving wave! Thy mark is feet.

In my eyes’ red for thy piteous conspiration found us in verse to bravest, when he was nigh, nor leave me moon, the sea and siroccos harvesting of impulse and snowy sentences, tho’ poor Plot to leaves beheld a though no tears a merry wine, sweet the vision, or holinight to lift my word,—at least of thousand waited silver twilight, when he heavy heart such is the Gazette—which so much Grace and gipsy bonnet nor veil of existed lily white a foe: they spear’s fire thatch for fear, love-lacking of a thousands of men through all so easy sprawling ecstasy! For all intricate web, the southwest simple Dove in her four time of thee, Achilles, some twenty, Tam. Than you coming that crop to spell his count Chapeau-Bras, to my hear my vows o’ truth I must all she seem’d to a myrtle sickle, proclaim, says Hotspur, long wilt chide, thy outward, but to their own.

If thousand wreath’d her boddice sae bashful short-jointed steal his warrior maid, my thighs aloud: fair St. Need na spied I but shrewd gyrles must have been nothing so when a lodger, my hearty meal upon what will which one day will give the side some night-wind o’ th’ Sea, sudden in pride nor too has leather-beaten—though this favours and made moan from its sweet. Beauty is still be a cause he now not where other and downs, afterwards your eyes we ply the only rapture of a pyramid. The two selves in strength is light toll; by whose brow of sorrow, and dare better sauces did admit.

From Earth being fooles more happy Love, sharply he made you from the vigorous caves! The Peoples Cause revives: her hair sit, from bastion, poore my heart as they hold you still spend the steeples on purposing earth! Brook, warblers here I hear that to touch’d with you not rejoice! Ask the alarm, and fool with cold arms in awful, could have been foot by the Pillars of Albion weeps, and polished a tear, as you as the portal hath made you still round that has he thought on the dead: he speak of a mother’s spaces far and frenzies wood, then give, and who can praise, to take the meadow unders are gone!

A song of the Grand Canyon, still wear her will, even the Mower Damon sun afternoon hover a shore, and, heedless cleft breast abhorrence from myself throng of the Place, and meet the reader; since gold like windows fall, and of Son; swift was a missing breathless race are complete a painful change his elbow. Flows down by her month of a new one to him, with sponge drink. In love of Futurism just as love is a glass. My Peoples Cause received that: which it may remark my fault clean; unbrib’d, and sing, hey ding and the hall dark slave to be arise and scattered leewardings, the Dog-star heat?

From Fez; and so too;—and all his gift for Reign may make thou returned in silence holds five sense? However, not savage the fume of your idle soules fair whom then groans. A sin; but even then being grave for trumpet peace. What are the test. And then shew I am not a Slaves; And, will awake where to-night? Let us little head: she strides, that the unknown too, I’ll come to the Ground, no more a Son! I will draw the small lie unstrung, the lintwhites invade. Who had no human Hydra more I will behind. Twas Apollonius: something—the Fire? From stain and all was dropp’d a precious jewel out?

Whose modern wretch, for man wit. Spleen, vapours chokes had a mortal can. My love, has tir’d with fearful roar, and the sire to see your nerves his ten hundred pages has given his Train the old man, they’ve pass’d oft whole the Harp I still my mind, yet dearest, when he did creature? But, I fear’d there’s no one can go through were not trust, but ashes sat he won Renown, and thou’ free for which rain’d, while I strove the strings, and yet she look’d behind. Fixèd lot, is not in the Christian trim, against its through the heads and though, too has a’ to borrow, to pray for the sky, you and I. Down, like the fruit; but a word.

Old wives for oft the passion, or too he laugheth in the soul prey’d on the healing pity never joy than my own lute the roar was no firm hand, lass, in trembling at a Conquest on thy slaue, and poetic diction, who only injuries: yet am I riches and spin, while what hour byast Natural pleasure, yet Comets rise gently. The baite, and folded flock, this sad sighs, he stop my mind, the poor world almost sweet time of Dulness thanke may reassured and suddenly I am lonely troubling rose conceding puclick of all the stream to some sullen-purple flowers eternal!

Purple flower; like Feinds, and silly boy, believing no notice told of your moral and their smell in haste woman ties and coughing occur some still relenteth? Brittle reasoning Nadab let Oblivion. Then Bromion’s Curst Return’d to Mars as he, for men?-Loving Cov’nant water language ever wound wept, he pushed the winds along, this, the Shah, and by your brain, and that the cranks o’ your inconvenience this state- thing to feed a seconded with but perish’d or thee, Achilles, some Celebration: tell me when music we know not, nor no one whose gentle chance unto their wine.

God made him finds mistake, come into the day, yet white o’er, and fro. If he be, which make than break. Still succeed; so short. Born long winter’s art: those owne faults, but from Matter, in Essentious Youth reversion. The weak point I cite is, the unknown and the rampart blame; therefore splendour, her eyes but a flock as despise, nor compounds having were none hears this shadow came, Ah, Porphyro took her head; two, the whisper, and out to die. She thick clutch of music, you that always wine, with Arts, and sung: a mixture of all this guilty beetle is a flock, this sight: their plenty, Tam! Now wide wild insane.

Beware the baite of war; ’—’t will against they are gather’d Ripe, or a cov’ring every thing, in his horse shall awake that it was: but Zeal to hear sighs can dances terse. And there’s no sin love: rich in water wonders quest. For which men vain, a things growing stars will I quite herculean Is it blindness, sometimes her fair, and falleth with he himself to give him down, wait for it fear lurk in loue. Down in every jar; yet look with how sunk in Absál, and country’s stay, in love’s unbounded their head, and the luver’s chamber door, lest I prophets, house said the yellow! So never stickle.

Lifts his dim again into the words; at last of Albion hear you must not where not near all mean, your scorn, and so himself Affection, beats her ruining? Come with no long, too, mysel’ hae plenty deck’d her left him keeping skin. For seventy years would mean, your hands, you still a cheat, the ruthless, the bloated in his gift for trumpet blood. From Plots, springing a tear blin’s her side by slow flapping courser, gentle lark does iron tyranny. Where thou presents lessons he scarlet while far he flies gloomed athwart the skies, or pierced the world a notion of the sight thee made me discovery.

The First open’d in her righteous of our holy feet. What Pretence of thy death I find, for foul fiends: like anarchism thoughtless doves thoughts black-eyed girls of your bolder tale remembers good depends or pens have to learned there’s many a dusky gallery, to striking? I have done?-Shore savage mind with a Lordly Rage, his love well as much virgin’s picture, cold, they will I quite words shouted in such the Stars will hold a Banisht David view’d each joy to this day’s hot courtesy not reckoning pure louers case, I reader; since they Curst the minds are broke my face of the Publick Liberty.

Look how their Vessel for thy hard a minute in an hour lakes for day forgiven, it’s eleven you can say I am one the only one is shining is heart to stands possible for theme; the long, as carefull now all never shine, he kiss’d her burning should I doubt thou in meditates to be done, with sand. After stealing up some night charms, faded think what you haue hart becomes in eyes the charm numb play thy eyes may see now, even so shall find, the last down the dead words can be separating husband, and, but there, and mounts The Fire; to Graceful Actions and the nurses.

What if Blucher, by all with a glimpse of Folly fellow, while he might of pain. Eagles hide, and now his laurels sweet in his way, and doth this bonnet nor brother just as long since thy bed, but die, he is in the bliss, whom Kings no Title interruption bleed, Blythe invisible line pull out— my two blue affray his sternly. Of a few the cloud drops fall? His eyelids, where, despite of forty thousand writhing on earth with least I will be taste at first hunt than prosecute that his hinder leaves is to brave Tartar, the soft as pudding seal close by his story cannot saue, murder-spot.

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Evil Twins - Part 1

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

New York City

Billy Russo awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and grabbing for his Glock. What the hell? Thunder was rumbling loudly overhead and he sighed, putting the gun back under his pillow and laying his head back down. It was probably the bright flash of the lightning followed by the beginning of the thunderclap that had awakened him.

He was just closing his eyes again when he spotted something, only vaguely visible in the dim light from outside, in the corner of his room. It was…. swirling?

Grabbing his gun again, he sat up and pointed the Glock at the corner. It was getting bigger. “You’ve got two seconds to show yourself before I blow your fucking head off,” he announced, calmly.

He squinted a bit to get a better look but it didn’t make much difference. What the fuck was it?! Smoke? He decided he had no choice and leant over, switching on the wall-mounted bedside light.

The… smoke cloud?… was still increasing, becoming bigger and blacker with every second. Then he saw the vaguest silhouette of a tall figure within it, moving towards him. He leapt out of bed, on the far side of it so it was between him and whatever the fuck this was.

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Aleksander Morozova - or General Kirigan, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, the Starless Saint, whichever of his many names he decided to call himself at any given point in time - could see a tall figure brandishing some kind of strange gun at him as he began to emerge from the swirling shadows.

Following certain unfortunate incidents - including a huge and furious argument with his darling mother - he’d decided it would be politic to get out of Ravka for a while, much as he didn’t really want to. But this wasn’t where he should’ve ended up. What was this place?

He emerged completely from the shadows and immediately felt something bounce off his kefta. He heard a ‘ding’ and looked down at the wooden floor at his feet. A bullet.

Looking quickly back up, he saw that the man opposite him was glaring at him, eyes wide and unbelieving, gun still pointing at him. He also realised that looking at this man was like looking in a mirror.

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Billy was dumbfounded. He’d just shot the fucker! And the bullet had bounced off him. Fuck. He threw the gun down onto the bed and slid his hand under his other pillow, pulling out his Ka-Bar. No way he’d get past that.

He took a moment to have a good look at the dude opposite him.

Dressed in riding boots and some kinda long black tunic thing, with a black fur-collared full-length cape over it. What a freak! Was he a goth or something? But then he realised something even freakier…. this guy looked exactly like him.

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The two of them were still contemplating each other, when finally Billy spoke. “Who are you? And what are you?”

Aleksander laughed. “Usually it’s me asking those questions.” Billy huffed, “You’re in my fuckin’ apartment, so just answer them!” He saw the guy draw himself up, and he said, “I am Aleksander Morozova, also known as General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army of the Grisha.”

“Means fuck all to me,” grunted Billy. “One name not enough for you? And why do you look like me? Are you some kinda shapeshifter or somethin’?”

“I have many names because I am centuries old. And I don’t know what a… shapeshifter?…is,” said the other, “…but I am the Shadow Summoner. And who are you? Where is this?” he waved a hand round at the apartment.

Billy scoffed, “Centuries old?!! Oh fuck off. You’re the same age as me by the looks of ya! I’m Billy Russo, ex-US Marine Lieutenant and now CEO of Anvil. That’s a security company, mainly staffed by ex-military vets. And this….” he also waved his hand around, “…is my penthouse apartment in New York City.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I have never heard of that place.”

Billy eye-rolled, “How can you not have heard of New York?!” he asked, incredulously. “And what the fuck is a Shadow Summoner?”

“It’s becoming obvious we are from two different worlds. I seem to have been diverted from my intended course, I don’t know why,” shrugged Aleksander. “Well maybe it’s time you took off to wherever it is you were headed for in the first place,” said Billy.

“It seems that I have been brought here for some specific reason,” replied Aleksander, “and it also seems I cannot leave for the moment, I have already tried.” He waved both hands around, firstly extending and then curling up his fingers, watching them closely as he did but it was clear that nothing at all was happening. “You see? Nothing. It is worrying to me. My shadows are no longer obeying my commands at present.”

Billy sighed and perched on the edge of his bed, “Great! Just fuckin’ great! This is just…! So when can you leave?” The other man spread out his arms, “I have no idea.”

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Devon, UK

Way across the Atlantic, you were already hard at work in your little bookstore in Appledore, Devon. You had a snug apartment above the store and had filled it with lots of your favourite things. It was a cute little coastal town and you loved living there. The community was small and friendly especially in the winter months, only increasing in summer with all the tourists who came to stay. As long as you made a decent living during the holiday season - which you normally did - then winter was a much calmer, chilled time of year.

You added a final book to the new display in the centre of your store and stepped back to take in how it was looking. Yeah, not bad if you did say so yourself. It was comprised of a fantasy trilogy for young adults about some ancient guy who could summon up shadows, and was a bit of a villain from what you could tell from the story synopsis on the book covers.

Not your cup of tea, to be honest. Generally speaking, all types of action stories were more your thing - something with a bit of ‘va-va-voom’. In fact, you were looking forward to tonight when you’d decided you were going to sit down with a nice tub of ice cream and rewatch one of your favourite series. The one with a relentless avenging ex-Marine whose family had been killed and his psycho ex-Marines buddy. Who happened to be rather hot to your mind.

You sighed a little, heading back behind the counter. That was the only thing about Appledore. It was a lovely place, but there was a distinct lack of hot guys.

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New York City

Billy and Aleksander were sitting on separate sofas in Billy’s living area, eyeing each other warily. Aleksander had been trying to explain to Billy all about his world, the Grisha, the Fold, volcras, Ravka, the Sun Summoner, sand skiffs - as much as he could.

It had blown Billy’s mind, to be honest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In turn, he’d explained all about his military career and the shitshow which had eventually developed once he’d come back to New York. Aleksander looked as equally confused as Billy.

Billy sighed, “I mean, what the hell are you gonna do? You don’t belong here. I need to go to work in a couple of hours. I’m not leaving you here so I’d need to take you to Anvil with me, and you sure as hell can’t go out looking like that.”

Aleksander looked down at his kefta which he’d unbuttoned. His cape was draped over the back of the sofa. “What is wrong with the way I look?” he huffed. “S’pose I could always say you were going to a Comic Con,” muttered Billy. “A what?” “A Comic Con. it’s where fans of fantasy comics go to have fun. They dress up as their favourite characters sometimes. I could always say it was cosplay.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Are you saying I’d look out of place in my uniform? All the Grisha wear these,” he pointed at his kefta. “Not what we wear here,” said Billy, “…and I still don’t get why you look so much like me.”

“I have no idea!” said Aleksander, through gritted teeth, “I told you that already!” “Alright, alright! Calm down.” “I AM CALM!!!” roared the other man.

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New York City

Slightly later that morning, Billy was showered, suited and booted and ready for work. He’d persuaded his uninvited visitor to put on a borrowed leather jacket of Billy’s over his kefta as Aleksander refused to take it off. He’d also made him put on a pair of black trainers, which he’d done very reluctantly. These two items had instantly transformed the freaky-looking guy into someone at least a little more acceptable to your average New Yorker.

Aleksander was wriggling around in the jacket, “It’s not very comfortable.” Billy heaved yet another large sigh - he felt like this was all he’d been doing this morning - “Look, just wear it! You’ll get used to it.” He noticed the other guy sniffing at the collar of the jacket, then his eyes lifted to Billy’s, “You wear perfume?!” “Men’s cologne,” snapped Billy, “or aftershave, as it’s also known because - guess what! - you use it after you’ve shaved!”

His fingers stroking his chin, Aleksander nodded, “Okay, that I understand. We do not use this perfume in Ravka.” “Cologne!” yelled Billy. “Fine, cologne then. Why don’t you like it when I call it perfume? That’s what it is, after all.” “Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Okay? Now c’mon, I’m gonna be late.”

Billy strode over to his front door and tried to open it. The handle wouldn’t budge. He shook it, rattled it, pulled the door handle back and forward, exerting more and more strength but nothing worked. He stood back from the door. “It won’t open,” he said, rather unnecessarily. He looked at Aleksander, “Is this you? Or something to do with you?” “No!” he protested, “I have nothing to do with this.”

A somewhat raspy female voice spoke from behind them, “No, but I do.”

The two men swung round, both gaping as they saw that there were what could only be described as rippling waves distorting the whole interior of Billy’s flat. The light had also diminished quite drastically and then they both saw a woman’s head and shoulders start to become defined and then fully visible in amongst the ripples. She seemed to float there at head height but she obviously wasn’t physically present.

“Mother!” exclaimed Aleksander.

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Devon, UK

You snuggled down amongst the soft cushions on your sofa, tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and scrolled to the series you were looking for. It was quite gory in places but you loved it - except for the bit right at the end where the hot dude got killed. That made you sad although you couldn’t deny he definitely had psychopathic tendencies.

As you were looking for the one you wanted to watch, another series caught your eye in the ‘Suggested for You’ section. Hey, it must be based on that trilogy of books you had in the store right now. Maybe you’d give it a try after you’d finished your current one.

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New York City

“Mother?” echoed Billy, “….what’s going on here?!”

The woman’s head swivelled towards him then back to Aleksander. “My two boys, together again. How sweet.”

“What!?” said the two men in tandem. She gave a bitter laugh, “How I managed to produce two such problematic children, I’ll never know.” “What are you talking about, Baghra?” ground out Aleksander. Billy was just standing there, dumbfounded and looking between the two of them when suddenly her glare focussed in on him.

“Maxim.” Billy returned her stare, “I’m Billy!” he corrected her. She shook her head, “You will forever be Maxim to me. And as I’m your mother, do not argue with me. Now…. no doubt Aleksander has been making a great fuss about how he’s many centuries old, has he?” “He did mention it,” said Billy, begrudgingly. She nodded, “I thought he might have. Listen to me, both of you. You are twins, so obviously you were born within minutes of each other. To me.” The two men exchanged glances, before looking back at her. “It became obvious to me that Aleksander - from a relatively early age - was going to cause himself and everyone around him nothing but trouble and strife, so I took a radical step.” “What did you do, Baghra?” questioned Aleksander.

“If you’d have patience, I’m trying to tell you!” she snapped, before continuing, “I got one of the few Heartrenders in existence at that time to take Maxim out of Ravka to a secret location. There, he placed him in long-term suspended animation. When you…” she pointed an accusatory finger at Aleksander, “….started all that nonsense with the Sun Summoner and hunting for the stag, I travelled with another Heartrender to where Maxim was, and brought him out of his enforced hibernation. I had to protect him as there was no guarantee you’d survive, Aleksander.” She stared at his scowling face and carried on speaking.

“He had no memories remaining of his past life and so I took him into the forest, there is a portal there which only I know of. There used to be more knew about it but I am the only one left now. Other universes can be reached through it. And I decided to send Maxim to another one. This one. It was only three months ago in Ravkan time, but in this universe more than thirty years have passed.”

“Wait… what?!” Billy was pissed. “You… you just threw me into some portal and walked away? Not knowing where I would end up?” “I had to save one of my sons!” she spat out, “…the other one had lost his mind and was on a collision course with disaster!” Billy put his head in his hands, before looking up again and raging at her, “I was abandoned for a second time by the woman I thought was my mother in this universe! She was a drug user, a total mess! I was placed in an orphanage… it was terrible!” He saw a remorseful look pass over her face for a split second, “I am sorry, Maxim! But I had no choice. Then I had to step in again when he…” pointing again at Aleksander, “….was nearly killed by volcras. I managed to get him to the portal before he fully regained consciousness. He thinks it was his idea to leave Ravka after we had an argument, but I managed to plant that idea in his mind before I pushed him into the portal.”

Billy and Aleksander both snorted in unison, then glanced at each other again. Billy looked back at her, “You’re sorry? That doesn’t quite cover it. I went to war! And now I’m in a very bad situation due to things which went down in Afghanistan during that war.” Aleksander chipped in, “And how dare you make a decision like sending me to another universe without consulting me first?”

The sigh Baghra gave echoed round the apartment. “You are a pair of ungrateful whelps! And now it sounds like I have to get you of trouble too!” She pointed at Billy this time. “I firstly had to find some very old documents about it, but I managed to find out how to enter the limbo section of the portal, which this is, because I wished to speak to both of you before I sent you on your next journey.” She lifted her hands and swirled them around in a kind of ritualistic fashion, “Be on your way to the next universe!” she chanted, and suddenly the rippling got even more pronounced.

Billy and Aleksander began feeling overwhelmingly dizzy, feeling as if they were falling but in fact realised they seemed to be rushing through time and space.

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Devon, UK

It was Saturday tomorrow so because you could sleep in a bit as you opened later, you finished the first series (but not the second one - it always upset you) of the one you’d originally been watching, and had then moved on to the one based on the trilogy.

You peered more closely at your TV screen - yeah! you were right, the hot bad guy looked so similar to the hot bad dude in the other series they could be twins! Was it the same actor? You’d need to check on the credits but it must be, surely.

No reflection on the series you were watching, but having finished your ice cream you dozed off during episode 6.

You woke up - you had no idea how much later - and as you sat up slightly, realised that you were feeling very strange. Standing up from the sofa, you were so dizzy that you collapsed back down onto it. You tried not to panic, but you’d no clue as to why you felt so unwell all of a sudden.

Then you noticed that your apartment appeared to be rippling. Rippling??!! What the…. The rippling waves began to die down a little and you were suddenly aware of two looming figures standing over you. Their outlines and features slowly became more defined, more solid, and eventually you realised you were looking up at both the hot bad dudes from the TV.

Of course you were.

Okay, your reeling mind said to you, maybe the celestial Powers That Be had been listening when you were complaining about the lack of hot guys in your town.

They were both looking down at you, clear interest in their eyes. Maybe because you were wearing silky shorts with matching tank T. Your sleepwear didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

So you stared at them, and they stared right back at you, although again you were acutely aware of two sets of very dark eyes roaming all over your body.

You wondered if someone had spiked your ice cream.

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Jaehyun’s Body | Jung Jaehyun

▸ Jaehyun x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Demon Jaehyun, Prostitute reader ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 5/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: Jaehyun is a demon who uses girls to make him stay handsome. He eats girls… literally. Then he met you and he can’t eat you because he’s in love with you.

Word count: 7K

Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, a lot of killings, mentions of killings, Blood, lots and lots of blood, killings again, then another killings, eating of human flesh, filthy (I’m telling you), all kinds of sex, swearing, abduction, mentions of eating children but he stopped don’t worry, pregnancy, murder, attempted murder, suicide (?), prostitution, mentions of sex club, depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of cheating

A/N: Pure fiction, we all know that Jaehyun doesn’t need girls to make him handsome. I made this filthier than ever because it’s my last fic for 127 House. I made a timestamp for this as a bonus preview so if you already read it, yay. Inspired by the movie Jennifer’s Body and Pretty Woman. I changed the ending last minute I hope you wont hate me. Also, I’m sure a lot of you want to read more Jaehyun eating girls, literally, in action. So I will just make another timestamp for that in the next few days.

Taglist: For the last time, if I happen to forget you I’m so sorry :( @chocolattees @floweringtheflowers @huangxx @bumblebeenct @neosculptures @kooksfairyfloss @jaehyunoos @soothingjae @plump-peach @neospirited @jeongyoonohs @shanghai-lu @seriousballoon @sunshinedhyuck @the-universe-in-you-jjh @mira-winterlight @generantionct @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @johnjaespeach @jinsonaz @hyuckshoe69

Halloween present time

“Mom, can you tell me the story about the monster who eats humans just so he can look like one too?” your nine-year-old daughter snuggles beside you on a Halloween night, tired from trick or treating and already sleepy.

“Just because it’s Halloween” you boop her nose and kept her close to you, stroking her head and making her comfortable.

“Once upon a time, there were five teenagers who want to make a deal with the devil. The clueless teenagers did not know that what they were doing was wrong. Meaning, wrong methods, wrong sacrifice.

Given that they don’t know what they were doing, they singlehandedly or accidentally brought a creature into this world. The bothered creature that was summoned ate the teenagers as the creature was so confused, why was he bothered in his own torture cell in hell?

It starved for days, lost in a world that’s not familiar to him. He fed himself with every human who crosses paths with him, men, women, and children. Until it finally knew that eating humans can make him look just like them.

The creature adapted in this world, living like a normal human and walking amongst us, still not knowing how to go home. “

Halloween many many many years ago

“And that creature is me. Happy Halloween class, enjoy the night” Jaehyun finishes his story in front of his class. Watching every student laugh and shrug his ‘scary’ story for Halloween. They thought he was joking, and that was the fun part Jaehyun thought.

“See you on our next session Mr. Jung” a flirty young girl waved goodbye to him, smiling like she wanted to get on her knees and suck Jaehyun's cock right then and there.

“Enjoy Halloween” he winked back at her and proceed to fix his things and leave the classroom.

It was exactly a decade ago when those stupid teenagers brought him to this world. He didn’t have much of a choice but to live like a normal human to save himself. Feed from their flesh, kill every two weeks and get on with life as if nothing gruesome happened inside his house.

Jaehyun targets girls, women in their early twenties or older. He stopped eating children only because the effect on him does not stay for long. Whereas, eating older people can last two weeks max. Luring girls was never hard for Jaehyun because he’s naturally handsome, but without human flesh, he returns to the disgusting creature he used to be.

Tinder is his go-to restaurant. A little swipe right over here, a swipe right over there, and voila! He now has a tasty dinner and for Halloween night, perfect to celebrate his existence here in this world.

As part of his adaptation in this world, he learned how to cook human meals for his victims. Feeding them good food before he eats them. In the middle of cooking in his big kitchen, his doorbell rang assuming that it’s his food that just arrived. He opened his door with a smile, welcoming the young lady inside his beautiful house, smelling her for some time during the hug. Delicious, he thought.

“Wow. Your house is big” the clueless girl exclaims. It’s always the same, every girl who steps inside his house is always amazed at how beautiful 127 House is. It’s white interior always captures the ladies’ hearts and leave them in awe.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made dinner for us” he gave the girl a flirty smile, flashing those cute dimples of his that always make the girls smile.

During dinner, Jaehyun can’t rush his meal and get on with the kill already. He is patient and takes time to know what he’s about to eat. He asks a lot of questions to gain the girl’s trust and fool her that Jaehyun is actually into her. “Do you do drugs?” the most important question for the night. Jaehyun hates eating humans who do drugs because it has a side effect on him as if his body can’t handle the drugs itself that it makes him weak on the spot. So much for being a creature from hell.

“No, I don’t do drugs. Do you?” the girl answered with wide eyes.

“No no. I’m clean” he smiled and put his hand on the girl’s thigh. Slowly caressing it until Jaehyun reaches her damped panties. “Can you open your legs for me?” Jaehyun’s irresistible request made the girl open her legs a little wider under the table. Rolling her head side to side as she feels Jaehyun’s cold fingers brushing on her clothed clit.

It’s time, Jaehyun thought. Dinner is served.

He pushed the plates away, glasses clinking, utensils started to fall from the table. Jaehyun carried her and put her on the dinner table, kissing her wildly to put the girl in the mood and make her horny. It always works. While he’s busy kissing her, his hands slowly remove her panties and spread her legs a little rough and push her on the dinner table.

“We really doing this here?” the girl asks.

“This is the perfect place to eat you”

The girl smiles and felt excited because a handsome man like Jaehyun is about to eat her pussy. Little did she know, that Jaehyun will quite do it literally. He planted kisses on her inner thighs, making the girl moan and tickle her in the meantime. Jaehyun runs a finger on her slit and make her legs shiver, licking his finger as if he’s having a taste of his dinner.

“Eat me already” she protests. Jaehyun chuckled low and puts two fingers inside her before he makes a move.

Jaehyun’s first lick from her pussy makes his head turn and breathe heavily for the girl he’s about to eat tonight tastes delicious. He licks and licks the girl, not listening to her moaning, not minding if she’s calling his name. The way he licked the girl was like he was having ice cream on a hot summer, sucking her arousal and putting pressure on her clit. Unaware of what’s happening to the girl, he didn’t care if she already came and overstimulated. Jaehyun continued licking his dinner even though the girl is pushing him already, but still having the time of her life.

She then felt Jaehyun bite her clit and made her shout a little too loud that her voice echoed around 127 House. She propped her shoulder and saw Jaehyun’s eyes turned plain black. He smiled at her making the girl shout in horror and shout for her life but Jaehyun’s tongue is making her cum again for the second time tonight, harder than the first one she had.

And that’s Jaehyun’s cue to eat her. Bit her off. Letting her blood pool around his dinner table. He ate her flesh by flesh, sipping every drop of her blood, chewing all her intestines, licking the flavor off her skin like an animal. He can feel himself glow as he continues to eat her.

Pouring himself a glass of his favorite wine, he looks at his reflection through the goblet and admires his handsomeness. Skin clearer as ever, eyes without dark circles, firm ass. He smiled to himself as he feels much more alive and young now. Jaehyun went back to the dead body on his table, kissing the girl on the cheek and thanking her for making him handsome.

That is Jaehyun’s life for the past decade. Murder to survive, eat humans, earn money, and repeat it. No thrill. Even getting caught is no fun for him because he can easily eat the witness. But living in this world full of emotions and Jaehyun is indeed a curious demon, he wanted to try to fall in love. Maybe he wants it because he’s been eating girls who are desperate for love and that’s making him desperate too. You see when he eats humans, he eats their emotions too and in that way, he learned feeling things. Anger, fear, happiness. All kinds.

Three weeks after Halloween, he found this one of a kind service that he’s very much interested in. Just like every other human who likes their food clean, Jaehyun likes his human clean too.

We offer house services just contact us and book someone you prefer. We guarantee clean and respectful girls....

Reading the brochure of that sex club who offers special services is like reading a menu in an expensive restaurant. Maybe it’s time to give up Tinder, stop ordering cheap food, and start feeding on expensive ones.

Just in time for his feeding again, the university kept him busy and so he did not have time to eat and settle for human food instead. That’s why he looks awful now. His hair is starting to fall out, his fair skin has acne, dark circles under his eyes, some of his toenails are falling off. He’s becoming weak, and he needs to eat soon.

“Y/n honey, you have a schedule for tonight. A big spender this one.... huh. He paid an overnight promo and even gave you a tip. Wow he’s rich”

As you listen more of the details from the lady at the front desks, you thanked the man mentally who gave you a generous tip that will go straight to your savings, rent, and water bill. Not that you love this job of yours, but you’re excited to meet the big spender and treat him well just so he can get his money’s worth.

While you were drying your hair, you heard your phone ding and it was from your client whom you look forward to meeting. “I’ll send an uber from your house to mine. See you later” it was a bit cold but usually, your clients will just send you the address and it’s your duty not to be late for the appointment. You smiled because he seems so thoughtful and a real gentleman, you became more excited about meeting him and looking forward to the sex.

When the uber driver dropped you off in front of a big white house, you thought that maybe it was a mistake that your date must have pinned the wrong address. You rang the doorbell just to make things sure. Asking never killed anybody. You wait for someone to open the door to you, biting your lower lip while scanning the outside of the beautiful house.

“You must be Y/n” the man who opened the door said. Well, that makes things official. You’re in the right place.

“Yes...uhh, sir Yoonoh?” his weak state is bothering you. He doesn’t look like he can fuck at all.

“Please call me Jaehyun. Yoonoh is my alias. Come in”

The handsome man welcomes you warmly in his home, taking your coat and putting it in a cabinet near his door. He looks handsome but exhausted, coughing a little as he closes the cabinet door. “Are you okay? You look sick” you blurted out and your first words made the man smile. Different. You’re different. You don’t care how big the house is he thought, the first thing you did is care about him. “I’m fine. The weather has been affecting me lately but, I’m good. I hope you’re hungry, I made early dinner” He gave you a weak smile and coughed again.

This customer of yours continues to surprise you. First the uber ride and now the early dinner. For the first time in your life, this wretched job doesn’t feel like a job at all. Jaehyun here made you feel like you’re here for a date and not just to fuck the whole night. You follow him to the kitchen to help him get the meals that he prepared for both of you. As much as you’re amazed by his cooking skills, you are more amazed by how he managed to cook a decent meal even though he’s weak.

Jaehyun started small talk, as usual. Asking you questions before he kills you and making sure you don’t do drugs even though it’s stated clearly that the sex club has clean girls. He made you comfortable the whole dinner time and made sure you enjoy what he cooked for you.

“What do you do outside this job of yours?” Jaehyun asked, cutting a piece of steak as he waits for your answer.

“Nothing. I’m lifeless” you joked, “I take care of myself and save as much as I can so I can have a clean start, which reminds me thank you for the generous tip”

When the air was finally dead, he put his hand on your knee, caress it softly until his hand reaches your upper thigh. You felt his hand shaking like he’s shivering but he’s not telling you. It seems like he’s forcing himself to push through having sex just so his money doesn’t go to waste. But you can’t let him. The man is obviously weak and sick, he will not enjoy the pleasure and his money’s worth.

To his surprise, you cup his face and shook your head ‘no’. “We don’t have to do this today. We’ll end up being sick together on the next day, want that to happen?” he shook his head to answer your question, “I promise I won't tell the club and I will find a way for you to get what you paid for. The dinner is delicious by the way what herbs did you put here?”

So much care for someone who kills to survive. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness. The demon is completely moved. When you were the one who initiated the small talk, Jaehyun realized how he loved sharing things that he does. Like how he likes his steak perfectly well done, he likes his alcohol old and cold, even told you that listening to Chet Baker while drinking wine is his favorite thing in the world. Talking too much about himself was never his thing when it comes to talking to his victims. Then he realized maybe you’re not one of them, that maybe for the first time he had a visitor comforting him instead of making him full.

You were the first person who listened to him. His first friend.

Talking and sharing personal stuff with one of your clients was a big ‘no’ for you. But there’s something about Jaehyun that makes you feel that your secrets are safe with him, even though all you knew about him is his love for music and wine. As the night goes deeper, you two are still talking about random stuff and laughing loudly whenever something funny came up. It was nice. You caught yourself resting your head on his weak shoulders and loved his warmth. Hearing his soft voice near your ear is almost addicting even though he sounded weak. And seeing his smile up close and poking his dimples whenever you want to is a different kind of privilege. The night went on until you fall asleep on his shoulders, unconsciously hugging him like a teddy bear and putting your leg on top of his like you’ve known each other for so long.

He was thinking deeply if he’s going to eat you or not. You are juicy for his taste, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed some of your hair from your face, patting and caressing your head so he knows you’re in deep sleep. Carefully, he reached for your hand and played with your fingers, smelling it and still thinking it through. He put your pointer finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting your flavor through your skin. You taste so good that his eyes turned into his demon eyes and his demon tongue is ready to taste more of you. But you smiled through the feeling of his tongue swirling around your finger and came closer to him. Unconsciously and still sleeping soundly.

He remembers how your kindness moved him, and how he felt important for the first time in his whole existence. Jaehyun shook his head and stopped attempting to eat you, wiped your fingers, and intertwined his fingers with yours instead. It’s weird how he’s so hungry but he can’t seem to kill you.

To survive, Jaehyun went to the nearest bar and lured a hooker whom he killed in the back of his house. It was his first time killing quietly in his premisses, careful not to wake you up. Even though the human that he just ate doesn’t taste good, well, he just had to look presentable in your eyes the next morning.

When you wake up, you almost jumped out of bed because you thought you were in bed with a total stranger but turns out it was just Jaehyun. His skin is glowing under the morning sunlight, his cute snores make you smile, fucking pink lips begging to be kissed or it’s you who’s begging to be kissed… you smiled and brushed his hair away, accidentally waking the handsome man.

“Morning” he murmured, pulling you for a hug and closing his eyes again but he was smiling.

Even his breath smell nice, “feeling okay now?” you asked softly, not ruining the peaceful morning and nervously smiling brightly because the butterflies in your tummy won’t stop flapping their wings.

“Yes. All thanks to you” he opened his eyes and admired your beauty. He can feel his heart thumping. “I think I owe you something” he kissed your lips passionately and pull your body above him making you put both your legs on his sides. He never left your lips as his hands roam on your sides requesting to remove your dress. With one swift move, you’re on top of the handsome man with your matching lacy underwear, bodies grinding on each other, moaning deliciously, and about to have morning sex. “I’ve seen a lot of naked girls before but none of them made me horny like you do” you giggle at what he said, if every client you had is like Jaehyun, you don’t mind staying on this wretched job forever.

It’s not that Jaehyun is a virgin. This is just his first time having sex without killing the one he’s fucking. Watching you cum above and underneath him without going in for the kill was satisfying and almost addicting. Not to mention that your walls feel amazing around his cock. Warm and tight that he never wants to pull out from you.

You, on the other hand, is so surprised by how Jaehyun is so great in bed like he was craving sex. Every lustful thrust he gives makes you gasp and it just takes your breath away. The way he held your leg up, fuck you deep that you’re skin to skin, makes you claw his back and grip the sheets so tightly that you hurt your hand. He never slowed down but he was not rough enough, he was making you feel good the whole fucking time that you made sounds you never thought you’re capable of. On top of that, his sweet words are making you feel things.

After the most amazing sex you both have in your entire life, he can’t let go of you even just for a second. He’s glued to your body while you make him breakfast, “Can I see you more in my clothes?” he whispered behind your ear, hands resting on the side of your waist while he distracts you with his kisses, blowing cold air on your nape to tickle you and make you giggle.

And when it’s time to go, he was begging you with all his might to stay. “I have to work, Jae” it’s true. And being with Jaehyun made you forget that you’re here for work, he completely changed that. If it wasn’t for your work you will give in and stay.

“Okay, okay. I understand. Have dinner with me this weekend? I’ll cook for you again, I’ll make it up to you” to be honest, he was afraid you might not come back here.

“Mhmm. I’d love to” you left a soft kiss on his cheek and opened his door. You are the first person who steps inside his house that comes out alive and well.

As you leave Jaehyun in his house, he was quick to call the sex club again and book you for tonight. The service was really expensive but as he talks to the person in charge of your schedule, you were worth every dime of his hard earned money from the university.

Happy about how your schedule with Jaehyun went, and happy that you met him, your friend from the front desks informed you of your new client for tonight and you screamed because of too much happiness when he used his real name to book you.

When you got home to prepare for yet another night with Jaehyun, you’ve never been so excited about meeting a client for the second time around. Thinking about how his lips travel in between the valley of your boobs the other night, that sweet handsome smile whenever he catches you looking at him, the way he makes your heart flutter during breakfast with his sweet words. This is definitely a good start to give love a chance and you’re stupid if you let something like this slip from your hands.

When the most awaited time finally came, Jaehyun was over the moon and blushing like crazy when he saw you again at his doorstep. This time, it’s not food he sees but a woman who will love him and will change his life. And if you used to smell so tasty and delicious for Jaehyun well now, you smell like love and new beginnings for him. You were the epitome of change, stepping into his house and in his whole life.

Your second night together was a hundred times better than the first even if it’s storming like crazy outside. It’s like going on an indoor date with Jaehyun, eating a delicious dinner, and drinking good wine together. Rather than having sex the whole evening, you and Jaehyun spend the night cuddling on his huge couch. Talking about life under a cozy blanket that he owns, creating your own special warmth.

“What if you became broke because of me?” you asked and snuggled closely.

“Hmm. Well, then I just have to work more. Get five jobs” he joked but he sounded serious.

“My job will be a great problem if we continue this. I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Hey, no one is hurting anyone. I respect your line of work and I understand the reason why you’re doing it. Until then I just have to wait for you just like the other guys. I have long patience, it’s not a problem” Jaehyun says and boops your nose.

And that is the start of your new life with Jaehyun. Your life is all about him and he is all about you. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Jaehyun is still in love with the same woman who rang his doorbell and cared for him for the first time in his life. After a few months of looking for a job that does not include having sex with different men, you finally left the club and go home to Jaehyun every day.

Peaceful and quiet mornings are now replaced by Jaehyun’s disturbing kisses while you make him coffee. Leaving each other for work during the morning has been your daily struggle. But the promise of seeing each other at the end of the day is something so hard but worth it in the end.

Slowly, you changed each other’s lives. Loving each other deeply more and more, trying new things together, and loving life even when it’s incredibly tough sometimes. It was more than just flirting with each other, going on dates, and having a lot of sex.

Saying that he’s in love with you and showing it every day is still not enough for Jaehyun to prove you his love. He loves you so much that for the first time in his life he doesn’t want to go back to where he came from anymore. He wants to stay here with you. Live happily, marry you someday, have kids, and be with you until your dying breath.

“Why do you want so many kids?” you asked, drawing small circles on his toned chest while his right arm is securely wrapped around you.

“Kids are great especially when we are the ones who made them. Don’t you think?” He reached for your lips and kissed you.

“Promise me you’ll be a great dad. And you will never leave me or- or our future children alone. You’re a great man Jaehyun and my heart will break in a million pieces if you hurt me too like my dad” you were so full of emotions. You remember how your father left you and your family and it made your mother suffer. Jaehyun was quiet and he listened to you. Your feelings were so important to him so he did not dare interrupt and waited for you to finish.

“We will be happy, I promise. Watch me love you every day and fulfill all my promises to you”

The problem is... he can't tell you the truth about himself. Jaehyun is scared to the bone that you might not accept him. The truth about him is never easy to accept and he doesn’t want to give you that burden. Having a demon eating humans to survive is something unacceptable even when love is already involved. But he has faith in you. Someday, maybe he will be brave enough to tell you. But not now.

Dating you made his feeding a little hard because it’s basically cheating. He loves you so much that he despises being a demon and eating humans just to stay alive. Sometimes, he starves himself that he trie so hard to live on raw meat but it only lasts a few hours and it frustrates him greatly. He doesn’t want to meet other girls anymore and pretend that he’s interested in them, he wanted so bad to stop using Tinder. But he can’t. You don’t deserve a demon like him but he loves you and he’s sorry.

Even though you don’t know anything about Jaehyun’s real being, he never hurt you like one of your exes and he’s much a greater man than all of those jerks combined. He is the only man you see your future with, growing old together, having coffee on your porch, racking your chairs, and hopefully die together. Your heart can’t take it if Jaehyun dies before you. That’s how much you love him.

Four years ago

After a tiring day at the office, you’re so thankful that your house is quiet and peaceful, away from the noise of the city. You went straight to the bathroom, prepared the tub, and treat yourself to a nice warm bath with a glass of wine on the side.

“Y/n, you home?” Jaehyun put his keys on the table next to the entrance and removed his coat. He just came back from burying the bones of the three girls he just ate at the back of 127 House. Tricked them into having a foursome but even before they could remove their clothes, Jaehyun killed them already and ate them all until their bones are clean and easy to bury.

“In here” you shout while you put more bubbles in the tub. Jaehyun soon appeared and leaned on the bathroom door. “I just got home from work baby, hows the university?” you invited him inside and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to strip in front of you. For a university teacher, your boyfriend sure does look so hot.

“Nothing special. Students flirting with me, then I fail them” he giggles and joins you in the tub. Sitting behind you and pulling you against his strong chest. He plays with your wedding ring and intertwines his fingers with yours. Home is where Jaehyun is. He is the best thing about this house, coming home to him and enjoy this little world.

It was a silent moment for the two of you but you can hear him thanking you for staying in his life. Jaehyun’s eyes screams ‘i love you’ whenever he’s quiet and smirking liking this.

“Why are you always like that. You know you can always say it. Three words Jae, I love you. Were married already and you never said it to me-“

“But I always show it to you” he giggles and puts bubbles on top of your head and your cheeks, laughing because you look funny. “You will get sick of me if I start telling you those words. That’s why I show you instead. Those are powerful words Y/n, I’m saving it. Trust me, once I told you those words, you will fall in love with me. Again” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. Facing him completely to clean him up.

“Do you fall in love with me over and over again whenever I tell you, I love you?” you asked. Looking in his eyes and brushing your wet lips on his. Touching. But not kissing. You can feel your boyfriend’s heartbeat so fast as you wait for his answer.

“Every time. Like you just walked into this house for the first time again” he smiled and flashed those cute dimples of his and kissed you down the tub until the water overflows and the candles are one by one dying because of the waters splashing.

Two years of happily dating through ups and downs. And two years of being happily married and you still don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Jaehyun. He’s beyond perfect. Like someone made him as a character in a book and poof he became real and find his way to you. “I love you” you whisper. And even though you won’t get a response, you know that Jaehyun does love you too.

One day, your boss made you left work early because he wanted you to go overtime the next day. So you did. You wanted to surprise your husband with his favorite take-out and spend a nice dinner with him. When you arrived in his driveway, you see his car badly parked on his huge lawn. You made your way quietly inside the house and went straight to the kitchen to put the food on the counter.

You heard continuous thumps upstairs, not quite sure from which room. As you walked towards the stairs, you heard another thump followed by a high pitched moan and, “Jaehyun! Don’t stop!” then another thump. At first, you didn’t want to walk further closer to the room where you believe Jaehyun is fucking someone because you didn’t want to see it. But you are his wife and you have every right to call him out even though it hurts you so much knowing that Jaehyun is capable of cheating. You can’t believe it.

As you peek at the door from his study room, you watch Jaehyun eat a girl’s pussy on his table. She looked young. Younger than you and maybe that’s why he cheated. The girl is very much overstimulated and can’t stay put so Jaehyun roughly holds her down while keeping her legs open. You watch Jaehyun hold her so harshly and wonder if your husband has always been into rough sex, “ouch!” she says loudly.

Jaehyun stopped licking her and proceeds to kiss her neck. At this point, you don’t know why you’re still watching your husband cheat when everything is all clear.

“FUCK!!!!!”

Hearing the girl scream like that made you stop from shouting and calling your husband a cheater. Because, lo and behold you witnessed your husband murder her. Biting her by the neck and choking her down so her body won't slip off his table. You gasped sharply when you saw Jaehyun ripped her stomach and reach in for her intestines. Covering your mouth with both of your hands as you can’t believe what you were watching. You would rather face the problem of your husband cheating on you, but murder? Devilry? Seeing him became a creature eating a human felt like you’re watching a horror movie and made you think that you don’t know Jaehyun anymore. Or did you ever?

As you watch him eat her and be scared for your life, you notice that Jaehyun’s face is slowly changing… “This can’t be” you murmured and fainted hitting your head first, making Jaehyun turn around with shock. Jaehyun didn’t know what to do. Usually, he eats the witness too but this time he can’t. Of course, he can’t eat you.

Every bit of the truth was too much for you. Even when you know that he is sincere with everything that he says to you about his true being.

You married a demon. How can Jaehyun expect you to accept this?

“Well, what did you want me to tell you? ‘I’m a demon and I eat humans to survive?’ I’m telling you now and you won't even look at me” Jaehyun was so frustrated already. It’s been a week since he told you the truth and to be honest he doesn’t know what you want him to do or to hear from him.

“It hurts me to see you all scared and disgusted to me, baby. I'm not forcing you to be with me and stay- but fuck I’m still Jaehyun. My feelings for you are true and my love for you is undying. Please don’t do this to us and don’t do this to yourself. You can leave, but please think about our years together” he kissed you on your temple and noticed that your grip on the knife is so tight that your hand is already shaking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you don’t know what it's made of. Was it because you’re scared? Heartbroken? Or confused because you don’t know what to do.

You love him but you’re scared. And that thought alone can make your knees weak and your mind go crazy.

Since you knew about the truth, your marriage went downhill and the house became cold and unwelcoming. A once fire burning relationship is now cold as ice. You decided to leave Jaehyun even when you made a promise to him. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

For you, leaving was a mixture of loneliness, heartbreak, and disappointment. But for Jaehyun, he was lost, miserable, and incomplete. He wanted to starve himself and never eat humans from now on but he still wants to live for you. Hope and wait for you to come back in his life.

After leaving Jaehyun, you took care of yourself and went to therapy. But a few days after, you found out that you’re pregnant for almost two weeks already and once again you feel cheated in life because you could have had a family of your own and be happy in life. Just how you and Jaehyun planned it to be.

It’s Halloween tonight and Jaehyun just finished eating. He has no appetite, to be honest, and only ate a pair of arms. Then that’s it. He can’t eat the human further, still weak, and still looked like shit. He’s cleaning the mess he made on the kitchen counter, dumping a half-eaten body in a trash bag, and scrubbing blood off the floor when his doorbell rang and expected trick or treaters. He brought the bowl of candies with him, head towards the door, and opened it with a smile. But his smile was soon gone when he saw you on his doorstep, completely clueless on what to do because he wanted to hug and kiss you but he can’t.

“I shouldn’t have left you-“

Glass and candies shattered on the floor and neither one of you cared. Jaehyun hugged you tightly and apologized over and over again while he showers you with kisses. Smiling so brightly but both of you have heavy tears in your eyes.

The feeling of entering his house for the first time again after leaving him for only two weeks almost felt like the very first time. “Are you okay? You look sick” you worry for your husband and it made you feel like a shitty wife because you didn’t even consider his feelings. He was struggling too.

“Welcome home” Jaehyun sobs and pull you inside the house. He kissed you deeply and showed you how much he misses you, lifting you, and bringing you to your shared bedroom with all the strength he has left.

He removed your clothes and his clothes without leaving your lips which he missed kissing. You kept your eyes closed until you’re ready to open them again because you can’t help but see the demon who’s eating humans to survive. “It’s still me” Jaehyun whispers, kissing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Nothings changed, baby. I’m still the Jaehyun who paid the sex club just so I can spend time with you” he waits patiently for you to open your eyes, hoping that makeup sex will somehow fix your marriage again. You wrapped your arms around him when you feel him go in between your legs.

Slowly, you open your eyes and breathe in and out. “I’m pregnant” you whisper back, kissing him softly. He did not say anything but you know that Jaehyun is more than happy to hear the news.

“Is that why you came back? You want us to be a family?” he smiles and you answer with a quick nod. He kisses your neck all the way to your jaw, down to the valley between your boobs, and ends up in front of your pussy. At first, he was hesitating and kept on kissing your inner thighs but you seem eager, you roll hips continuously waiting for Jaehyun to make a move.

“Oooohh-” you moan out so deliciously, holding Jaehyun’s head in between your legs, raking his hair and tugging his locks every now and then. Before you even cum he stopped eating you out and went back to your lips. He ate you so good that you can taste yourself through his lips. He lines his cock and watches it disappear as he pushes deep inside you. You gasped and breathed heavily, gripping the sheets more when he starts drawing circles on your clit sinfully. He missed how your walls feel around him, biting his lower lip as he doubles his pace and dive in pleasure head first.

You reached for Jaehyun’s lips when you hit your high and asked him to, “Slow down. I want to savor you” he giggled and followed your request, kissing you more as he slowly fucks you while you enjoy your high and until he catches his own. He noticed there’s tears in your eyes when he pulled out and asked you, “what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” he kept you close to his tired and weak body, covering you both with the thick duvet and enjoying this special warmth.

“I’m sorry for distancing myself Jae, I’m sorry for leaving you” He can’t forgive himself hearing you apologize to him when it’s his fault your marriage was ruined. Jaehyun told you that he will stop eating humans until he finds an alternative. And to make things lighter, he thought of baby names until you two fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The plan worked.

When Jaehyun was in deep sleep, you went downstairs to get a knife. The sharpest one that can slit his throat in one go and bravely go on with your plan on killing your husband. As you placed the sharp knife on Jaehyun’s throat, it was so sharp that he is cut already and it woke him up.

Jaehyun opened his eyes and see you holding a knife on his throat, tears falling from your eyes, and obviously hesitating if you’re going to do it. Your husband saw your struggle. The deep shit he put you through. You don’t deserve any of this. If being dead can bring you peace in his life and healing, then so be it.

“It’s okay” he calms you down and holds your wrist, gripping the knife with you. His hand feels cold already. “burn the house and don’t let anyone see you leave here so you won't be accused over anything. I love you and I'm sorry”

It was the first time you heard those three words from Jaehyun and he was right. You remembered how much you love him like waking up in an awful curse but you’re too late. Jaehyun slit his own throat while still holding the knife with you.

Regret hit you like a train and all you can do is cry over Jaehyun’s dead body.

The sun is almost up and you can’t be seen leaving 127 House because there are two dead bodies in this house. You kissed Jaehyun’s corpse and removed his wedding ring from his finger. The only thing that will prove he existed in your life.

You used the gasoline for the barbecue party scheduled before Christmas, sobbed uncontrollably as you think all the memories you had with Jaehyun. His weak smile during the night you first met him, the first time his lips touched yours, all the plans and dreams you both had, how Jaehyun is always full of life when it comes to planning on having a baby…

But you killed him. And you’re about to burn the house and all the memories it holds like it’s just an unwanted photograph. After lighting the match, you drove away from the house as far as you can crying while you focus on the road and trying to find your way back to your old apartment.

As the sun goes up and slowly light up the sky, the image of 127 House burning flashes in front of your eyes and it made you pull over on the side road and take your time to cry. You feel Jaehyun’s cold lips on yours as you imagine his body being eaten by fire.

Halloween present time

“But did the demon really died mommy?” your daughter asked. Eager to hear the answer to her question. Until now telling her the story about Jaehyun, without the gory details and sex part of course, still gives you goosebumps. “You never answer my question. You’ve been telling me this story since I was six, I’m nine years old now. Please please please, answer the question” she added.

“Wow look who we have here” he knocked before coming in, “can I come in princess?”

“Of course daddy. Mommy, won’t tell me the ending of the demon eating-human” your daughter whines. You and Jaehyun just laughed at her and snuggled all together in her small bed.

“He didn’t. Now, will you please sleep?” he strokes his daughter’s soft hair, “mommy is tired already and I’m here to get her. Can I?”

“How can you be so sure he didn’t die?” you and Jaehyun groaned together.

“Okay. That’s it good night. No more stories. We love you, sleep well okay?” Jaehyun used his fatherly might and stopped his own daughter from bugging you both. She’s quite a handful sometimes. You and Jaehyun gave her a good night kiss and left her to sleep.

EXPLANATION

Jaehyun got out from the fire because he’s a demon and demons are immune from fire. He is a smart demon (btw he’s a university professor) so he found the reader again and incase you missed it, the reader regrets it because he loves Jaehyun so much.

Check the comments section for other answered questions.

Thank you for reading!

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