KLAUS HARGREEVES ——— who fucking loves the way his brain goes foggy, clouded and quiet, when she throws her head back and moans like that. it shuts off every other voice whispering to him and the euphoria of being inside her cuts through the new crystal clarity and rips from his toes to his fingers, which he uses to tweak her nipple and make another precious cry slip out of her. when he picks up his pace, thrusting harder up into her while she grabs onto his shoulders for dear life, she slaps a hand over her mouth to hold the sounds in. absolutely not. “uh-uh, babygirl, let me hear everything! scream my name, oh, fuck, just like that…yeah…” he’s prying her hand away from her mouth and pinning it in a tight grip so she can’t censor any more of her beauty. the sudden and still unfamiliar silence fills up the parts of him that haven’t shut down due to pure pleasure. she shouts so loudly that her voice cracks, and he sighs in relief.
truly invested in pre-resurrection john. imagine someone actually gets superpowers in real life, but they're just a very poorly adjusted bisexual scientist, running on no sleep, coke zero, and spite for the rich. and they start a cult. scenario of all time
she’s (basically) done!! I did break the sword and have to remake it (it doesn’t glow like it’s supposed to and cuz the light is super glued in I can’t take it out) but I cut off the excess lights that were gonna rap around the sword and now I just have one that doesn’t glow lol