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paymechildsupport · 6 months

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Sukuna, Sweetheart <3 // ♡ "Worship me..."

Such a cootie patootie, the most baby girl princess in the psyche ward (Sukuna x Reader)

-!! Body worship, -- goofy poetic ahh smut, -- deitification

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>>My lil' meow meow <33333333

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sukuna hated humans. Hated how mundane they were in their everday life, hated how emotional they were bitching and moaning about their dead grandpa he just cleaved in half , -- hated how pitifully weak they were with the pests they claimed to "love".

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Luckily he has you, to whom he rants to everyday, perched atop his lap on his throne. He can finally let all these icks off his chest, vent to someone who'll listen to him for once. You were such a good listener, he sometimes didn't know how you'd do it, -- putting up with him in his most temperamental of moods. How could you be so nice, so patient, so understanding with such a disagreeable curse?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sukuna didn't really believe in a place called "heaven"-- not like he'd ever go there anyways. But... with the way you'd look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, Sukuna wondered if you were secretly an angel in disguise. You were the closest sensation he felt to "paradise", -- if divinity were real then you must be its incarnate.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You were serene as water, him the starving man in the desert. Was that really you over there, on the horizon-? Or a mere mirage, an embodiment of all his deepest desires projected straight from his mind's eye?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Oh, how he'd adore you; those claws going straight into his chest, digging out his abominable, monstrous heart-- or at least what was left of it, -- ripping it right from the cavity of his chest.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The sacrifices he paid, the countless slain all in the name of tribute. Your name etched onto so many graves. He'd sink to his knees before you, lounging all the likes of a belligerent god on his throne. Paying homage to, his god, his savior, - for whom he laid waste to entire villages for, for whom he'd destroy and conquer for until the very end of his accursed life. Such a greedy little thing, salivating just at the mere idea of your gaze being reserved solely for him. No other 'shall have the honor of your eye, -- that was his and his alone. Your attention, he craved, -- lusted for, which he feasted like a starving man from when graciously offered to him.

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ੈ♡˳ At your feet he'd present you with the heads of thousands. Blood, red and bright, pooled at your feet, puddles of his devotion, liquidized. Drunken eyes greedily feasted on your divine figure, adoring every surface, every crevice, every scar etched into your flesh, every fold of your skin, every wrinkle- every uneven line in your complexion.

ੈ♡˳ You'd bring your hand down, fingers feeling over his skin, reaching under and tilting his face upwards. Looking every bit the excited puppy, you could swear he'd even start to drool at your touch. Your hand would twine in his hair, nails scraping his scalp in such a pleasurable way it had him purring, leaning right into your soft touch.

ੈ♡˳ Silly little thing looked so expectant, so adoring of your mere presence. His lips gently pressed into the curve of your palm, the sensation of his canines grazing your flesh as he traced upwards.

ੈ♡˳ So soft, so gentle, his tongue would trail, tasting you, savoring you. Kitty licks up your forearm, hot air from his lungs huffing, his body practically vibrating with the carnal need to reveal himself fully to you. Laid before your feet, naked and bare, his body all yours, -- he needed your gaze, your attention on him, -- all of him.

ੈ♡˳ Your body so precious, he'd handle it like the most beautiful of porcelain. Hold you gently, as if you were mad of glass. The terror of accidentally damaging you with his immense strength. You were his greatest temptation, the wine he'd down in a heartbeat.

Your body was a temple, being inside of it brought Sukuna the closest to the gods as he'd ever been. Buried deep inside you, your bodies becoming one, he'd take you lovingly in the night. How he adored when you'd fall with the sun, landing like a fallen star into his arms.

He'd pour his heart out for you, emptying his essence right in your middle.

Your own release was a gift from his non-existent Heaven. He'd rather die than waste a single drop; eager to take you in his mouth and swallow you up in deep gulps. He'd never had something sweeter. He was a very picky man with his food, - your relief being a five-star meal.

Your body writhed underneath him; your flush faced soaked with fat tears being the sight to undo him fully. You were so pretty and ethereal, the most beautifully pure sight for such a cruel, vile world. Such purity for Sukuna to tarnish, to corrupt, to savor with his tongue and swallow whole.

You underneath him, panting, soft gasps and little moans,-- perfect body marred with his love. Marked up good, neck missing a chunk from where he bit it off. Hands fucking your body everywhere, his tongue fucking into your entrance, sending you to cloud nine. He could spend for eternity in between your legs, head rested between your thighs, lapping up his reward with a devotion unknown to mere man.

High off him, chest covered and legs lathered with his seed, face reflecting the look of pure worship he'd show you, -- this was the sight that stole the breath straight from Sukuna's lungs. You were his masterpiece; littered in his loving marks, stuffed full from his raw adoration, hollowed by his cocks.

He ate up your delicious moans, -- relishing in your pleads for him.

No, love was too fickle, too human for Sukuna.

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But pure, undiluted worship? ...

... That, he would breathe into you until your very last, dying breath.

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Sukuna brain rot goes so hardddd :(( I saw that pic of him with heart pupils in the manga leaks and couldn't help myself--

It's so hilarious to me he has such a thing for literature and poetry, -- makes me love em' even more (imagine him dedicating entire hymns and poets to you back in the Heian Era :0 )

(kitten. :3 ).

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izzyspussy · 2 months

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honestly i think the root of ed and izzy's communication problems was not that they were unwilling to talk about their thoughts and feelings to each other - although of course that is also true and certainly didn't help. no, the root of the problem, and the foundation of their relationship dysfunction, is that they don't think they need to talk about it. they each think the other one already knows.

see, izzy thinks he's simple and ed's complex. it's not that izzy's unintelligent, in fact he'd say he's quite clever, and frankly smarter than most of the men he's sailed with (in his opinion). but he thinks in one fucking straight line, and- well, he frequently doesn't understand even his own feelings, but it seems safe to assume they follow generally the same path. it's just that one straight line, point a to point b, and that's it. no matter how much he tries to bend or take a different direction he just can't do it without someone else dragging him along every step of the way. it's just a matter of fact that he could never understand ed, who is so much more complex and dynamic that he's practically a higher life form. no one would ever expect him to, not without a detailed guide. but of course since ed can think every which way like breathing, looking down izzy's straight line is surely the easiest thing in the world. so obviously ed always knows how izzy will take things. and when ed says or does something that doesn't make sense to izzy and ed doesn't enlighten him, ed is choosing to withhold an explanation. forcing izzy to have to guess, or setting him up to fail completely. maybe to humble him or maybe to punish him, or maybe just to remind izzy (again) that they may be fucking and they might even possibly be friends but they're not lovers and izzy's desire to be so is definitely unrequited.

meanwhile, ed thinks he's nuts and izzy's sensible. it's not all bad to be nuts, you know the line between genius and insanity and yada ya. most of the time he likes being different, he likes being chaotic, kind of indecipherable, ineffable like a god. to most people anyway. because most people are a little bit nuts too, but just a little bit, not enough to do anything really interesting or cool with like ed (also not enough to be as volatile as ed, as dangerous. inhumane - you know, like a god). but not izzy. like obviously izzy has flaws. he's temperamental and high strung and he's got a chip on his shoulder almost as big as he is and he can be absolutely fucking ruthless. but he's logical. he makes sense, and he always notices the little fucking details ed misses and he never loses track of anything. he's so neatly put together and he makes everything around him fall into order too - the ledger, the store rooms, the men (or so ed thinks). obviously if izzy can be so objective about all that shit, he can do that with ed too, solve for him in his head like he does with sums. hell, izzy's so meticulous - and so obsessed with ed - he probably understands ed better than ed himself half the time. he must have all of ed's feelings mapped out like the ship's course. if he ever seems not to get ed, it's only because he's decided ed's feelings are just too fussy and convoluted to humor, or else he thinks they're not even worth pinning down in the first place.

so izzy resents ed for tricking him and for rubbing his nose in his shortcomings, and he never tells ed he feels that way because the only thing bitching about it will accomplish is for izzy to look weak as well as foolish. and ed resents izzy for judging him and ignoring the parts of ed he doesn't like, and he never tells izzy he feels that way because izzy would just double down and tell him to get over it.

the fact that they've spent the majority of their lives in a dog-eat-dog world of treachery and gratuitous violence where any vulnerability is taken advantage of and/or belittled is just one of many icings on top.

#jack facts #ofmd #ed teach #izzy hands #edizzy #blackhands #hc

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years

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i love your writings, i love reading dom!reader fics so much and your sub!viserys III fic was so😫😫😫 can you write more stuff with dom!reader/sub!viserys?

TA-DA!!! Lmk how you liked it :)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: This is a big ole AU where roberts rebellion doesn’t occur and Rhaegar took over. Henceforth Arianne marries Viserys

Tags: Open relationships, sub!Viserys III, afab sex worker reader, bi reader, implied relationship w Arianne Martell, pnv!sex, Viserys is a bottom who tries to be top and fails miserably, man tearsssss

Egotistical

Arianne’s big brown eyes stared into your own quizzical orbs. She hummed in that lilting accent of hers, “Can you make it work or no? Gods know he’s temperamental. She lounged on the bed in your room, clad in a silky dress. Your gaze studied her curvy body, distracting any thoughts.

The Dornish princess wanted you, a whore she employed, to fuck her husband. For reasons unknown. Prince Viserys was handsome but by all accounts a complete arse. You sighed, “Why do you exactly want me to seduce your husband?”

Her full lips split into a smile. “Because he needs it. I think some,” she waved her hand, “Carnal pleasure would do Vis some good.” You barked a laugh while your fingers nervously picked at the pillowcase. Cocking your head you asked, “Why can’t you do the trick?”

Arianne replied, “It’s not in my nature to dominate. I like to be fucked by big strong men and women, not do the fucking,” she leveled you with a look, “That’s what the little bitch craves. So I bring him here and you do it, yes? Plenty of coin involved.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the olive skinned woman towards you, groaning out, “Fine.”

You could hear the prince’s annoyed tone down the hall. You laid naked in the bed, toying idly with your hair. Candles and incense made the room smell fragrant and herbal.

“Arianne, what is all this? I don’t fancy myself getting a pox tonight!”

The Dornish hissed back, “Just shut up and go in there, I’m tired of you bitching all the time Viserys!”

The blonde made an indignant splutter, stumbling as he was shoved in the room. Arianne’s curls bounced as she laughed, “Good luck, play nice Vis.” Viserys stared in shock at your naked frame while she slammed the door behind him. You purred, “Evening, m’lord.”

He was dressed in fine wool, emblazoned with the three headed dragon. Wide lilac eyes gazed upon you, his mouth twitching but no sound came out. You ran a hand up your body, sinking your fingers into the soft flesh of your tits. His dark brows pulled together as Viserys stuttered, “W-what is the the- the meaning of this?”

You raised a brow, elaborating, “The princess said you need a special sort of care.” His lips pulled into a frown, but you spotted the Targaryen’s cheeks flushing up nicely. He hissed, “So my dear wife set me up with a whore?” You shrugged and sat up, laughing, “Yes I suppose she did. You want me to fuck you or not, pretty princeling?”

His cheeks darkened further, nervousness flitting over Viserys pale features. He wanted it for sure, but pride was holding the indignant thing back. You cooed, “You don’t have to hide, I know what you need sweet boy.” The Prince made a soft noise, purple orbs searching your eyes. You curled a finger to beckon him over, shifting your legs open to display your wet cunt.

“Fucking seven hells, f-fine,” he grumbled.

You grinned at his sullen pout, curling your hand into his silky blonde hair as Viserys shucked off his boots next to the bed. You said, “All of it off,

good boy, yes.” He huffed and divested himself of the clothes in jerky movements, frustrated at the pace his shaky fingers were going. You held back a laugh at his demeanor, obviously the prince was not very experienced getting ordered around in bed.

You eyed his slim body as it was revealed, all pale unblemished skin. “Beautiful.” Viserys made a soft sound, putting a knee on the bed. His cock was reddened and at half mast, you wrapped your hand around it and pumped. The prince gasped and bit down on his lip in response, prick jumping. You sighed, “Pretty cock m’lord, you’re so beautiful.”

He whimpered softly, lashes fluttering as you jerked him off in slow strokes. Viserys swung his other leg up, moving forward to practically straddle you. The prince kept his eyes averted from your lustful gaze, embarrassment making pallid skin flush down to his chest. One of your hands gripped at his ass, amusedly remarking, “All that bravado is a front isn’t it? You’re shyer than a flowered maid.”

He whined, “Gods- no!” The prince pushed you back onto the bed, taking a position of power. You snorted at his pitiful attempt to take charge, letting the fool smother you with a hot kiss. Obviously Viserys was not aware of what you could do regardless of his bluster. You lapped at his lower lip, grinning at his hitched breath. Viserys voice cracked as he tried to growl, “I’m the blood of the dragon! I take what I want!”

You nodded. “Yes my prince, you are very powerful.”

You wrapped your thighs around his slim waist, goading the prince on, “Go on, take it like the dragon you are.” His lips trembled in anger, lilac eyes cast with self doubt. You thumbed at his long neck, digging the digit into his thumping pulse. His cock rubbed against your slick pussy, Viserys hips making little jerks.

He insulted you in a whiny tone, “You’re a bitch.” One of his hands groped your breast roughly, the other guided his cock inside of you. You moaned lowly at the feeling, breathlessly laughing at the prince’s mouth falling open on a whorish moan. His eyes shut tight again, hips stilling. You knew he was trying to hold off from coming.

You rubbed one of his boney shoulders, whispering into his ear, “Poor princeling, just let me take over, hm?” He whimpered lowly, cock twitching deep inside of you. Viserys panted, “I- I can’t, oh gods!” He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, trembling and overwhelmed. You took the initiative to start fucking yourself on his cock, sighing in pleasure at the stretch. He was well made, you could say that. Always the tall and skinny ones.

Viserys cried out louder this time, shivering at the feeling of your cunt sheathed around him, wet and velvety. His hands grasped at your flesh frantically. You moaned, “I’ve got you sweet Prince, feels s’good!” He began to fuck back into you in sloppy thrusts, gasping and whining pathetically.

“Fuck, gods, fuck you’re s-so wet mmm!”

You purred in excitement, he was falling apart in your arms so easily, “Just for you m’lord- hah, poor thing just needed a strong hand.” He babbled in agreement, sensitive tip rubbing against your insides. You yanked his hair to get a look at Viserys flushed face, the man whining like a bitch in heat.

You took in the beauty of his disheveled state, red and sweaty from minutes of fucking. His lips trembled and gaped from constant little noises you were milking out of the blonde. You inquired, “S’that feel good my Prince? You like how wet my pussy is for you?” He nodded miserably, purple eyes rolling around. You clenched down on his length harder, rocking your hips in a quicker pace.

He cried out and latched his mouth on your collarbone, helplessly sucking and biting at the thin skin. The angle you were at was hitting the good spot in your cunt, moans of delight echoing. You demanded in a soft voice, “Touch me dragon, let me come around you, it’ll feel like heaven.” He nodded disjointedly, long fingers circling around your swollen bud.

The prince had let go of his ego with abandon by now, consumed by your tight heat. He begged softly, “You’re s’perfect, oh don’t stop!” His lips sucked a blooming mark into your skin, fingers moving faster. You were panting now, fucking yourself faster and faster until slapping filled the room. Heat coiled in your lower belly, ready to pop.

Viserys whined at the squeeze, “Fffuck! M’gonna cum in you, oh please take it! Need it!” You bobbed your head in agreement, orgasm imminent, Viserys pretty little noises ushering you along. You snapped your hips up and grabbed the prince’s ass to sink fully inside of you— snapping that building coil. With a cry you tightened and convulsed around his cock, cunt pulsing in waves.

The prince fell apart at the sensation, babbling and breath hitching like sobs. Tears pricked his lilac eyes while you thrashed under his slim frame, moaning wantonly. He babbled, “So tight so tight so tight!” You sunk your teeth into his lower lip, Viserys spasming and emptying into you. He hiccuped and sobbed, tears rolling now. You sighed at his load filling up your pussy, still gently gliding along his twitching length.

You squeezed his ass again before sliding your palms up Viserys heaving frame, cooing soft words and praises. He sobbed and slid out, curling into your smaller frame. The prince whimpered, “Thank you- fuck- thank you.” Arianne slid through the door silently, her full lips quirking up at the state of Viserys.

You lazily smiled at her and pressed your lips to his pale hair. He nuzzled your neck, still offhandedly babbling. Arianne slid onto the bed to join the sweaty pile, cooing, “Oh, sweet Vis, she wore you out no?” He turned his reddened eyes to her and nodded wearily, pulling the Dornish into his side. You grinned, quite happy at being smothered by two royals.

“He’s a good boy, did so well,” you praised.

#got fanfiction #viserys iii targaryen #viserys iii targaryen x reader #got smut #asks answered #dom!reader

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pinkurbanfictionhaven · 3 months

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1- FUCK ME AT FASHION WEEK

The sound of metal hangers scraping rapidly across dozens of clothing racks full of high-priced designer clothing filled up the large NYC penthouse.

The clothing was delivered a few hours prior and had yet to be stored inside Nicki's three-floor closet, so the racks sat in the center of her living room instead.

Nicki groaned annoyedly as she searched maniacally for the white ensemble and matching fur jacket that she requested for her new wardrobe assistant, Trina to pack into her wardrobe for New York City Fashion Week.

"I swear I can not believe this shit! I am scheduled to be at the Tom Ford show in less than a fucking hour and I'm still here struggling to put an outfit together because my assistant can't follow simple instructions and do her damn job!" She ranted, storming into her bedroom to put on her jewelry.

"You know you can just wear something else right? It is the girl's first week doing this job so I am sure that it was an honest rookie mistake, Cookie." Her friend Thembi defends the young assistant.

Nicki eyeballs her, watching her lay lazily across her California King Bed, fully dressed down for the gods in the latest couture while stuffing handfuls of Smart Popcorn into her mouth.

Thembi 👆🏾

Her new stylist, Maher Jridi handpicked the perfect designer outfits for her to slay fashion week, and she felt stressed that everything wasn't in order since she is a bit of a perfectionist.

"Why don't you help me put an outfit together since you know so fucking much!" Nicki rants, tossing her ankle-length weave to the side to clasp her diamond-encrusted necklace around her neck.

Thembi sits upright in Nicki's lavish bed, analyzing her best friend that she has known for years as she shuffled around the gigantic bedroom, complaining about everything under the sun.

Nicki stops near her light-up makeup vanity to spritz some sweet-smelling perfume onto her chest, wrists, and neck.

Staring down at the perfume bottle, she realized that she picked up his favorite perfume scent on her out of habit, it frustrated the hell out of her, causing her to suck her teeth and put the bottle down.

Nicki hated to admit it, but her subconscious mind was on him.

Nicki has been moody and bitchy since they touched down in New York a few days ago, Thembi and all of Nicki's entourage and beauty team couldn't help but notice the change in her.

"What about this red dress, Cookie?" Thembi climbs down from the bed and approaches the various racks of clothing, pulling the dress from a rack after eyeing it from across the room.

This is cute! Right, Cookie?" Thembi holds up a cute short studded dress to show Nicki. "Pair it with some sexy ass thigh highs and you're all set." She runs her hand over the fabric.

Nicki peeks her head out of the bathroom door and cringes at the sight of the dress.

"No! that's basic! Are you trying to turn me into one of these basic bitches?"

Nicki frowned her face in the mirror as she adjusted her glued mink lashes and primped.

"I have to look perfect and sexy, the paparazzi will be there and you know they live for dragging people for their attire. It's bad enough that my name is all up in the news for this Remy bullshit."

Her friend walks into the bathroom, standing beside Nicki as she brushes her long tresses, she stares into the mirrored reflection at her, watching closely with her tongue stuck inside of her cheek.

After a brief moment of thinking, she grins to herself when she comes to the revelation of what is going on with her temperamental friend.

"I just had an epiphany..." Thembi utters knowingly.

Nicki turns her head and looks at her. "I swear if you say I need to go to Tiffany's I'm straight backhanding you back to Queens!" She smiles adorably, lightening up a bit.

"No, crazy! I just figured out why you've been giving everybody a stink-ass attitude all week long and why you've been screening all of your cell calls, throwing tantrums, and spending just a little too much time in the shower with the removable shower head! You, my friend, need some dick!" Thembi exclaimed.

Nicki's neck quickly snapped in Thembi's direction and she gave her a hostile expression, side-eyeing her.

Nicki couldn't help but become a bit offended by her comments, she just threw major shade. Even though it was true tea, she didn't appreciate her friend being so blunt about it.

In reality, it had been a treacherous three weeks since Nicki got the release that she so desperately desired, she was on a sex strike after a heated argument with the guy that she regularly scheduled her freaky dick appointments with and she had way too much pride to crack first.

He and she had a hostile relationship, they argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room and vowed that they hated each other with a burning passion, but a year ago after a drunken night, one of their heated arguments led to them hate fucking on the private balcony of his hotel room and it's been a fuck fest ever since.

They still hate each other, but the sex between them is so fucking explosive and addicting that they can't control themselves.

So here they are, two enemies stuck between hating each other and fucking each other. The turmoil was real.

"Please, not everyone is overly dick obsessed like you ok? I am living my best life over here!" Nicki retorts, slamming her bedazzled brush down on the counter.

Thembi gives her a knowing look, twisting her lips to the side, putting her hand on her hip, and narrowing her eyes.

Nicki kisses her teeth and lets out a loud frustrated shriek, throwing her head backward in anguish and whining.

"Fine, bitch! Fine! Is it that obvious?! Fuck! I've been dickless for three whole weeks and I feel like ripping all of my hair out! You happy?" Nicki rants, throwing yet another tantrum.

Thembi just stares at her in amusement before they both burst into a fit of laughter.

"Bitch, I knew that something had to be up when you were aggressively humping that big unicorn floaty in Gucci's music video last weekend!" Thembi exclaims.

"You know I ain't got no man, sis! Stop playing these games!" Nicki whines.

"Well, what about this mystery guy that you've been fucking on the low and refuse to tell me or our other girls about?" Thembi questions.

"Nicki!" They suddenly hear, Maher calling from the front of the penthouse.

Nicki smiles cheekily in triumph since he just saved her from the awkward conversation.

"Hehe! Nice try, sis!" She says, and playfully sticks her tongue out at her friend before speed walking out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, Maher found an eye-catching last-minute outfit for her and quickly assisted her with putting it on.

It was already bedazzled so the added jewelry was no longer needed.

They all left the penthouse suite fifteen minutes later and arrived at the runway show fashionably late, just before the show began.

Nicki took her seat front row with her entourage of eight, crossing her legs and handing her Gucci purse off to her assistant.

The show began after a small speech from Tom Ford, she watched the slender male and female models as they strutted and sashayed up and down the catwalk in all of the latest designs while the cameras flashed.

Amid the chaos of the show, she felt eyes on her which caused her to scan around the crowded room.

When their eyes finally locked, her breathing became slightly uneven. The look that he gave her caused her legs to clench and her lips to tremble.

There he and his crew were, seated across from her on the other side of the stage.

Nicki wasn't expecting him to be in New York, let alone at fashion week since he wasn't listed as one of the show's performers and the fashion shows weren't usually his thing, he found them boring.

Damn it, he looked fucking edible, he was clean-cut and dressed down in a denim jean jacket and basic attire, but he still had a way of making the simplest of outfits look so sexy and his own.

Nicki could feel herself getting wet from the sight of him alone, the minute she saw the lecherous gleam in his eyes, her pussy started throbbing like rapid a heartbeat.

He blatantly disregarded the models on the runway and continued sensually glancing across the room at her, bluntly eyeing her entire body and biting his lip.

Thankfully, he had on dark designer sunglasses, so it wasn't noticeable to the random people surrounding them, but Nicki peeped it.

He ran his hand over his freshly groomed facial hair and subtly head-motioned for her to get up and meet him in the bathroom.

Nicki subtly shook her head no causing him to frown and glare at her. He never liked when she disobeyed him.

Nicki watched closely as his hand slid from his knee up to his thighs and he grabbed his bulge, letting her know exactly what would be waiting for her if she got up and went to the bathroom.

"Fuck, why the hell is he doing this right now. People could be watching him." She mumbles to herself and shifts in her seat uncomfortably, biting down on her lip.

Nicki decided to finally break the intense eye contact with him and focus on the show once again, she was only getting herself worked up by watching him and his teasing and she knew that eventually, someone in the crowd would catch on.

Every so often during the two-hour show, she would subtly glance over at him to see that his hungry eyes were still focused directly on her, it was very obvious that the outfit she had on was to blame for his sexual behavior.

When the fashion show finally ended, Nicki chatted with the designer and took photographs with celebs, models, and some of the people that she knew from the industry.

Her eyes scanned the entire room multiple times for Abel, but he seemed to have disappeared right after the end of the show. Nicki hoped he was headed for her penthouse.

In the meantime, Nicki decided to mingle with all of the other guests for a while to give him time to make it across town to her place and hopefully be laying in her bed hard and ready for her when she gets there.

It was hard to put on a fake smile and front when in reality she was anxious to get back to her place to get the life fucked out of her, but she did it.

"Nicki!" Tom called her from across the room before approaching her and taking both of her hands in his.

"Tommy! Thank you for inviting me tonight sweetie! I had such a wonderful time." She pecks both of his cheeks sweetly while giving him a big dimpled smile.

"Will you be coming to the after-party?" Tom asks as they begin to walk hand in hand towards the private exit of the venue.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it, I'm kind of tired and jet-lagged." She lies.

"Oh, nonsense! You simply must come, when you see the gift bags that I am giving away you'll be glad that you did. Come on! You can ride over in my limo with me!" Tom began to drag Nicki along by her arm, not taking no for an answer.

Nicki kept a very calm exterior, but on the inside, she was screaming and crying.

Tom didn't understand the urgency of this particular dick appointment, it was crucial!

The next hour was spent at the party, surrounded by boujee fucking partygoers and engaging in pointless conversation with people that she didn't give a damn about.

Nicki sipped slowly on her bubbling champagne as she maneuvered through the crowded party in search of someone in her entourage to drive her back home, she already knew that Abel would eventually become restless.

Nicki spent another twenty-five minutes searching around before she finally decided to call a car service to pick her up.

"Damn, no reception." She sets her glass down on a nearby table and wanders away to a secluded area of the party to get away from the loud, pulsing, blaring music.

Nicki stops near the entryway and she is so focused on her phone that she doesn't notice that the closet door behind her is opening.

A hand suddenly clasps over Nicki's mouth, muffling her scream, and she feels someone's arm grip her small waist, pulling her into the closet.

Nicki begins to shriek, tussle, and freak out until the dimly lit closet light flickers on and she comes face to face with Abel.

Her small balled-up fists began pounding against his chest in frustration and she screeched.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole?! You almost scared me half to death!" She places her hand against her rapidly heaving chest, attempting to calm down her racing heart.

Abel quickly cups his hand over her mouth, pressing her back against the door and reaching down to lock it.

"Would you shut up before we get caught together in here!" Abel gripes, staring down into her brown eyes.

"Well, you can't be popping out of fucking closets like a serial killer!" She retorts, slapping his hands away.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He whispers. "You have been ducking me for weeks. I have been calling and texting you like crazy!"

"I told your nappy-headed ass to leave me alone, you were on punishment and you still are." She rolls her neck and turns to leave the closet, but he pushes her back.

"Fuck out of here... You've kept that pussy away from me for weeks and I'm done with your bullshit aight? I'm not leaving New York without sliding deep inside of you so might as well dead all that fucking attitude and open your fucking legs." He whispers assertively into her ear.

Nicki opens her mouth slightly to speak, but he cuts her off by wrapping his hand around her fragile neck and giving it a slight squeeze; which caused the flood between her legs to worsen.

"Shut up and listen." He demands. "Do you have any idea how badly I have been craving your spoiled ass? You have me catching flights for some pussy like I'm one of these regular niggas out here!" He argues with her which was one of his favorite things to do since it always led to mind-blowing sex.

Nicki gave him an adorable dimpled grin, feeling his grip tighten around her neck, she felt accomplished and powerful knowing her pussy was so good that it had him hopping on private jets just to get a sample of it.

Nicki shrugs playfully. "Sounds personal, but it's not my problem. You could have found some pussy back in Toronto."

"Don't pull all that cute shit with me, Nicki. I already know that you missed this dick being inside of you. I can look into your eyes and see how badly you want me right now." He says cockily, causing Nicki to roll her eyes.

I bet that little pussy is dripping for me like a fucking faucet..." He whispers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Nicki furrowed her eyebrows, she hated his cocky ass with a burning passion.

"Nigga-"

"Just shut the fuck up, we don't have much time." He whispers huskily, cutting her off.

He pulls her forward by her neck and crashes his lips against hers.

They begin to kiss fervidly, tongue-kissing each other roughly and fighting for dominance. Abel regains full control when he takes her tongue into his mouth and sucks it.

Nicki attempts to gain control by reaching up to grab his hair, but Abel grabs a firm hold of her wrists and forcibly pins them up above her head, causing her to whine out in frustration.

"You ain't running shit today, Peaches..." Abel grunts against her succulently soft lips, calling her the name that he gave because he said that her pussy juices are delicious and sweet and of course that peach-shaped ass of hers.

"We can't do it in here, someone will hear us." Nicki pants against his lips.

"Let me just taste it then.." He grunts back, biting her bottom lip, pulling it before trailing rough kisses down her neck to her chest.

Nicki shutters and bites her lip gently when she feels his hands running down her curves.

They slide over her hips and he grips her ass, his lips connect with her left breast and he swirls his tongue over it.

"This closet is too small for all of that..." she whines, feeling her skin heat up from his rough touching and kisses.

"I'll be fast, mama. I just really need to feel you right now." He whispers.

Abel's hands begin to fumble with Nicki's dress as he desperately tries to find a way to get it off of her.

The cage metal design of it makes it difficult, causing Abel to groan in frustration.

"Take this shit off now before I rip it off of you..." He grits.

Nicki snickers at his frustration before finding a way to slip the dress off.

It drapes to the floor, leaving her in a bedazzled bra and leather bottoms.

Abel eagerly begins to tear her shorts from her body, almost ripping them as his long tongue swirls circles around her exposed cleavage.

He roughly kisses and bites down her body until he reaches her belly button, he swirls his tongue around it before licking lower until he is staring at her pussy that is teasingly visible through her see-through pink thong.

Nicki looks down at him, breathing deeply and eager to feel his tongue. He just stares at it fixedly which is causing her to drip even more.

Nicki whimpers softly and slaps the side of his head to get his attention.

"Eat it, Nigga!" She demands, attempting to pull his face between her legs.

He instantly bites down on her inner thigh, making her squeak and hit him again.

"Keep playing and I'll walk out of here and leave you dripping..." He warns.

Before Nicki can come up with a clever comeback, he forces her thighs further apart, sliding his tongue up her slit.

"You petty ass motherfucker." She hisses, feeling her body tingling for more.

He snickers sinisterly and begins to suck on her clit through the thin fabric of her thong while staring up into her eyes.

"Your panties are already soaked, you were thinking about me huh, ma?" He whispers, moving them over to the side so he can taste more of her.

"Grind that pussy against my tongue, ma." He urges, firmly gripping her thighs while his tongue flips and slurps.

He tortures her clit and slips his fingers into her wet entrance which catches her off guard and causes her to scream out just a little too loudly. He punishes her by forcing his fingers deeper.

"Shut up and take this shit, you can take it can't you, baby?" He teases.

The sound of him sucking drives her insane, she was so fucking turned on that she slipped her breasts out of her bra and started kneading and licking her breasts which drove Abel crazy.

Nicki curses repeatedly under her breath and throws her head back in total ecstasy when he starts to suck harder just like she likes it, making her clit harden in his mouth, as his fingers relentlessly probed in and out of her.

Heat rushes throughout her body and in between her thighs.

Nicki's pussy was succulent, Abel could eat it all day if she'd allow it, his favorite place was in between her legs and he knew that his tongue game was the best that she'd ever had.

Her thighs tremble and her toes begin to curl inside of her boots when he begins to devour her as if she is the only form of nourishment that he would ever possess.

Nicki was a moaning mess, inching closer and closer to her release as her hips grind desperately and her breath hitched.

When Nicki is mere seconds away from exploding all over his face, Abel suddenly stops and stands with his face and beard coated in her wetness.

"What the fuck!" Nicki gripes, heaving slightly as her stomach twists in knots from her neared release that he ruined.

Nicki made an impassioned plea for him to continue pleasing her, but Abel had other plans, his desperate need for release made him uncaring. He had to fuck her.

Abel wasn't even trying to hear her whining, his only focus was filling her up with his cum.

He fumbled around with his belt until his erect dick was freed and pulsing hard in his hand.

Nicki was about to curse him out but he shut her up when he wordlessly pushed her back against the door, thrusting deep inside of her with one harsh movement.

All Nicki could do was gasp and hold onto him tight, closing her eyes and whimpering at the fullness that she felt with him inside of her.

"That shut you right the fuck up huh, baby girl?" He teases, proceeding to thrust his hips and give her the deep long strokes that she had been craving for three weeks.

He gripped her thigh, lifting one so that he could dig deeper while his other hand wrapped around her neck dominantly.

"Look at me, baby..." He demanded, leaning forward to kiss her lips deeply.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and he made intense eye contact with her, watching her mouth gape when he slid balls deep and her eyes water when he hit the right spot.

He loved watching her unravel before him, watching her body submit every time he slides inside of her and pushed her past her limits.

Nicki didn't have to utter a word, her expression said it all. Her eyes squinted and her moans filled his ears as she thrusts against him and cursed under her breath.

Abel was over all the slow shit after a while, he and Nicki never had the time to fuck slow, their sex was always rough and fast.

He released his firm grip on her neck and lifted her other thigh up, taking full control of her body.

Fear took over Nick's expression, she knew what was coming from the look in his eye, she tried to keep a tough expression although she knew her pussy was about to be torn apart.

"You better not drop me down on this floor, nigga." She sassed, trying to mask her fear and excitement.

Abel's brow remained furrowed, he didn't give a fuck about her smart-ass comments because he knew she would soon be rendered speechless.

He began to pound into her core roughly, giving her short and fast strokes that caused her pussy to throb in pleasured pain.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

He kissed the side of her face, lifting her and making her bounce on his dick. "Take this shit, take this dick baby." He grunted.

"Fuck, baby! That hurts so fucking good!" She moans and digs her nails into the back of his neck, gripping him tightly.

He became even more aggressive and began fucking her like he hated her, showing no mercy on her sore pussy.

Abel's pace increased and sweat beads formed on his forehead, he shut his eyes tightly and moaned when she began to tighten up on him. He made her bounce harder although he could feel her attempting to push him out.

"Fuck, wait, Abel..." she whimpers, trembling a bit in his arms.

"Nah, I'm not stopping until you cum on this dick so you better take this shit, ma." He grunts against her neck.

"I can't take it!" She whimpered. "Fuck, please slow down, Daddy!" Abel smiled and shook his head no.

"The next time that you decide to be petty and keep this pussy away from me for three weeks, I'm going to destroy your fucking walls... do you hear me?" He breathes.

Nicki started to cry softly against his shoulder, it felt so good that she couldn't hold back the tears and she knew he would never let her hear the end of it when it was said and done.

"Stop holding it, you are not about to make me cum first so just cum for me," Abel whispers into her ear which made her whine in frustration.

It was a competition between the two, they kept a record of who made who cum first and Nicki had yet to succeed in making Abel cum before her.

Not being able to take any more punishment, Nicki starts to release all over Abel's dick while screaming into the nape of his neck.

"Good girl." He praises her, slowing down his strokes to help her through her orgasm.

The slow strokes make her cum again which causes him to chuckle, she is so mad and embarrassed that all she can do is nuzzle against his shoulder like a big baby and moan.

Her body trembled once again when he finally filled her up with his warm cum, moaning and grunting in her ear as he releases.

They both remained there silent and panting for just a few minutes to gather themselves.

Nicki's pussy felt numb when he finally put her down on the floor and pulled out.

They wordlessly redressed and Nicki quickly exited out of the closet once the coast was clear.

Glancing over her shoulder, she notices Abel leaning against the wall, texting.

He glances up at her from under his lashes and just smirks.

"When I get to your crib tonight you better be naked and waiting for me, I'm not done with you." He says.

Nicki smiles slightly, displaying one of her dimples before rolling her eyes.

"I'll think about it." She yanks down her dress before walking away with a satisfied smile on her face.

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.8)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Crowley makes Dean an offer, and unfortunately things go sideways. Crowley believes that perhaps Dean doesn’t know whether he wants to be a demon or human. You begin to wonder if Dean’s soul was still in tact after death after all, and thus you wonder if that is what’s causing Dean to become conflicted. What will become of the remnants of Dean’s soul if he continues on this path?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of murder, abusive moment from Demon Dean in the reader’s vision. May not be suitable for all audiences.

You and Dean made it to another hotel sometime last night and naturally, Dean’s first stop was at the local bar. It was predictable at this point but you didn’t really care anymore as long as Dean was happy with where he was for the time being.

In the beginning, Dean was happy. Then there was another issue with Sam that came up. Some guy thought that he could use Sam as bait to try and lure Dean out of hiding. But it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t going to stand for it. So he told the guy that he could shoot Sam all he wanted because whatever trouble Sam is in now, that was his responsibility.

Anyway.

Earlier, Dean went to some strip club and he was having a good time watching this exotic dancer swing her hips around a pole to Cherry Pie. God she was good and he could imagine so many things the two of them could do. Rather than be a good dancer, however, by taking his cash, she was being a bitch and evidently the security guard decided he wanted to get involved.

So now here Dean was, walking out of the bar with bloodied knuckles that he was cleaning off with his jacket only for Crowley to show up out of nowhere. Naturally.

“Oh Christ, what do you want?” Dean asked and looked at the demon.

“We need to talk about your little anger issues you’ve got going on, Squirrel. Come with me for a walk.”

“Really? This again? You and Y/N know I’m not a temperamental child, right? So what if I beat up a few guys here and there. It’s not like the authorities have caught us yet. So what’s the issue?”

“Y/N’s gotten onto you again?”

“No, but I know it’s only a matter of time before she tries to talk me out of some shit. She blames it on me being new to this demon thing, bein’ a rookie. I’ve had issues long before I became a demon and I handled them just fine, just like I am now so you both need to get off my damn back.”

“Just hush and come with me for a drink. We can talk more in depth about this when we’re in doors.” Crowley insisted and Dean rolled his eyes.

Then Dean’s mind drifted to you.

You had been by his side through this entire process of the mark changing him to become more and more of a demon, yet you didn’t have to be. This process wasn’t easy for him whether he cared to admit it or not, but you were patient with him. Maybe more patient than Crowley was.

Dean, well now that Crowley stopped sending his demons for “exercising” his use of the mark, he was trying not to kill so much. With that came the urges and the pent up rage he felt since he hadn’t been killing. Dean was trying his best to keep his cool, keep things under wraps as best as he could to at least show you he was trying.

Then there were just those moments where Dean snaps and once he gets one punch in, he starts to get overboard. He’s lost control with many security guards at different strip clubs and, or, bars these days.

Speaking of bars, he and Crowley found one that Dean didn’t beat a guy or two in. When they both walked in, they sat down and Dean placed an order. He just wanted a couple of shots but he knew Crowley well enough by now to know that he wanted something on the fancier, maybe a bit girlier side, with a tiny umbrella or two.

“So.. how are you feeling? On edge? Pent up? Unfulfilled?” Crowley asked and dean lifted a brow.

“I know I’m up there in age but I didn’t sign up for a viagra commercial. Y/N certainly hasn’t complained.” Dean replied with a smirk, causing Crowley to cringe.

“You two did what!?” He asked and he shook his head, “I didn’t ask for that kind of information.” The King of Hell said and pinched the bridge of his nose causing Dean to chuckle.

“Just the one time.” He said and the bartender came back with the drink and Dean’s shots.

“No, this isn’t about ‘little Dean’ or your.. extra curricular hobbies with the Mistress of Murder. I can’t believe I even said that.”

“Moving on.”

“Right, well.. It’s about the mark. It’s changed you.” Dean rolled his eyes and let them turn black as he looked at Crowley again.

“Yes, I’ve gathered that. It’s not news anymore.”

“I know you want to have all the fun you can though, party till you drop and all of that jazz. Live it up until Sam or whoever finds a way to take those black eyes away from you and what not, but the fact is this: You need to kill. Now.” Crowley said.

“What, did Y/N get a hold of you or something?”

“She’s been monitoring you and keeping me updated for your benefit, yes. She told me that she’s noticed you getting more uptight since I stopped letting the demons go after you.” Crowley continued and watched Dean take one of his shots.

“You heard it from Y/N herself that using that mark gives you a high. Murder is your drug, death is your favorite poison. And at this rate you’ll be spending the rest of your eternity to find it. Did she talk to you about working for me in your… negotiations?” Crowley asked.

“No, she left that out. Which I would have refused anyway since it’s coming from you and I don’t need much more monitoring when it comes to stuff like this.” Dean said and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, well I had the idea for you to, well… kill for me. It’s an offer you can’t refuse because it will keep your addiction from over taking you. I want you to kill for us. I know you can’t take much more waiting on who to kill next, so the question is are you going to kill some poor bastard on the side of the road, or someone who has it coming?”

Dean lifted a brow. If you knew about this, why hadn’t you told him? Did you not know the details of this little idea of Crowley’s?

“Who do you think has it comin’ huh?”

“Look at who you’re talking to, I’m a business man and I’ve got plenty of clients that would sell their souls to kill people in order to get what it is they want.” Crowley began.

“I’ve got a guy named Lester who sold his soul to kill little miss Mindy, a cheating wife who wanted a divorce but Lester wants to keep everything he has. I’ve got a girl for you to kill named Bethany - Catrina, her former best friend, said Bethany stepped on her heart and left her behind because she chose the lover, Alexander, over their decade long friendship. I’ve got another man on our hit list named Sean, his wife wants a divorce to run off with a high school sweetheart who happens to be the handy man, but she doesn’t want to split their funds so she thinks murder is the best option. That’s just to name a few. You can take your pick.”

Dean listened to the list, “Listen, they’re gonna die one way or the other. So why not take the chance and feed your little beast?”

“Fine. Let me take care of the Bethany and the Catrina thing. But just so we’re clear… this is a one time gig, got it?”

After that, Dean left the bar. He was eager to get a kill out of the way, but he wanted to know what you had to say about it first, if you knew the details of Crowley’s little proposal.

You were in the hotel room that you and Dean were sharing and you were watching some shitty tv show. The last thing you heard from Dean was that he was going to some strip club. Not really much of a shocker for you since he seemed to be able to thrive off that kind of entertainment.

You were just watching an episode of NCIS, thinking of all the different ways you could have gotten away with whatever murder was happening in their case. To you it was like there was always something the perp messes up.

The door of the hotel room opened and when you looked up, you saw Dean walking through the door and you noticed his bloody knuckles first, causing you to sit up from the mattress.

“Let me guess. Another security guy?” You asked as you waved your hands to make the blood on his hands disappear.

“Yeah.”

You hummed a little as you got up and went to the fridge. You opened it up and got a couple of beers for the both of you and you tossed a can to him before sitting on the corner of the bed.

“What’s with you? You’re quiet.”

“Crowley came for a visit of sorts after I beat up the guard.” Dean opened the can and took a sip.

“Oh yeah? What’d he have to say this time after the obvious, ‘I say, Squirrel. Your anger issues are out of control’ routine he gives you?” You asked, watching him smirk a little at your shitty Scottish accent to mock the other demon.

“Just that he knows I’m on edge.” You heard him begin as he leaned his back against the chair he was sitting on.

“Care to elaborate? Or are you going to be all stubborn and make me pull teeth for info?” You asked and Dean chuckled.

“He said he talked to you about telling me to work for him. Asked me if we discussed it in our… negotiations as he put it.” You smirked a little when you recalled your method of negotiating with Dean. It was definitely an interesting time you had to admit.

“He mentioned something about that, but I didn’t know any details. And frankly, you and I were too busy to really discuss more outside of you at least trying to hold back a bit at least for the time being until we have a solution.”

“Well, Crowley thinks he has some kind of solution… he wants me to kill for him, on behalf of those bastard that sold their souls to kill someone because they think it’ll benefit them somehow.” Dean answered and you opened your can of beer before laying down on the mattress again.

“Huh… well what did you tell him?”

“I told him that I’d take one of his cases but it would only be a one time thing. I’m not gonna be his bitch.”

You smirked a little to yourself, “Would we expect anything less from you?” You waited for a response but there was nothing. You looked over at him and saw him looking down at the First Blade he continued to carry with him.

“What is it?”

“One of the cases… it seems off. The scumbag that made the deal has it coming first instead she wants to take someone else’s life.” His response interested you. You thought that for sure that with the state he’s in now, a kill was a kill, no matter how guilty or innocent.

“Well, what’s the deal?” You asked.

“This girl named Catrina…. Her and her former little bestie or whatever were close or what have you. But apparently her friend, Bethany, or whatever ghosted Catrina and left for Alexander. Guess she preferred the meat package rather than her friend and Catrina or whatever got jealous.” Dean said.

“O..Kay? Well, what seems off about that? It doesn’t seem like that much of a big deal.” You said.

“Well, Crowley told me that Catrina isn’t exactly that wholesome. She shouldn’t really play the victim because she was bangin this Alexander guy so I think she just ants to kill Bethany to get Alexander all to herself.”

“Is that something against some code you have? A kill’s a kill and I don’t think it’s a smart move to mess that up no matter who’s more guilty.”

“It’s just.. I want the kill to be someone worth killing. I don’t want to work for some bastard or some bitch that thinks they’re holier than thou or they want to play the victim.”

This got more and more interesting the more he spoke. You wondered that if he was rationalizing his kills, maybe he did have some sort of morality left in him.

And if that was the case… did that mean Dean still had some of his soul left? If he did, how damaged would his soul be after dying and becoming human?

“Well you’re being awfully quiet this time around.” The hunter said and you shrugged.

“I get what you mean. If the kill is worth it, the high lasts a little longer and the urges are at bay a little than with some demon or even an angel.” You agreed, having been there.

“So you think I should kill the girl that made the deal?”

“Well no. The girl she made the deal to kill may have deserved it from her point of view too. But it’s ultimately up to you on who’s life you choose to take.” You said.

“However, I think it wouldn’t be smart to try and double cross Crowley and screw up the deal. After all he is a businessman.”

“He’s just another demon. As long as he gets a soul, what’s the big deal?��

“Maybe the fact that a deal is a deal and when a human makes a deal it automatically secures the contract on who gets the soul?” You reminded.

“I don’t know the so call ‘legalities’ of it all, but if the deal is broken by either party, Crowley may not get the soul.”

“You think I actually care about if he gets a soul or not? He only made this offer to me so I could kill somebody.” Dean said, you could tell he was starting to get aggitated.

You didn’t know what he would ultimately decide to do, but you had a feeling that it would be the exact opposite of what you advised him to do. You didn’t blame him for having that rebellion towards Crowley and you knew that Dean wouldn’t want to work with Crowley even if this little idea of his went well. Even if Dean did do everything right, you knew it likely wouldn’t be a permanent solution to Dean’s problems.

“Well whoever you decide to use that blade on, just be tactful and don’t get caught.” You sighed a little.

“You mean you aren’t going with me?”

“To be fair, Crowley offered this chance to you. You’ve had a lot pent up and it’s about time you get your release some how before you blow up on someone else. You’re strong and it’s only a matter of time before you beat some poor security guy so bad the he won’t be able to get back up.” You said.

“So? That doesn’t mean you don’t get to come along.” Dean said and you shook your head.

“You go on, I wouldn’t want to be in the way this time around.” You insisted as you glanced over at Dean who was looking at you with some kind of skeptical expression.

“Whatever you say.” He sighed before he got up from his seat. He threw his now empty can of beer away before he grabbed his jacket, then you watched him look at you. You wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

“Oh don’t worry, Honey, I’ll be fine. Make sure you’re back for dinner.” You joked and Dean rolled his eyes before he walked out of the door.

You got up and you looked out of the window and you watched him get into his Impala. Hoping that he would get his head on straight for this kill so he wouldn’t get himself into trouble, you decide to lay back down once more. Your head was resting on the pillow and you let yourself drown into the thoughts of your mind before your eyes closed.

Dark, darker, yet darker the scene grows in your mind until you are surrounded by nothing but black. Then a red light begins to beam. It’s a small amount of light but it interests you enough to walk towards it. When you did, you’re blinded for a moment before your senses are overwhelmed with the stench of sulfur and iron.

You opened your eyes and you see yourself on a beach like you’ve never seen before. A beach of horror and death really as the ocean was nothing but crimson colored liquid you’ve been covered in more than you like to admit. A literal ocean of blood. The sand was white, mixed with sulfur and you assumed it was remnants of whatever demons you’ve killed in the past and even present. The sky above you was an ugly, morbid grey, perpetual cloudiness that would always hide the warmth of the sun or the coolness of the moon.

There were no signs of life for miles as you walked alone the gory shore. There were no animals, whatever floral life around you was also grey and dead. It was a depressing kind of place really.

Then, along the horizon as you walked you began to see a familiar figure. It was the familiar hunter that you had been traveling the road with. His clothes were stained with blood, hands red, but instead of that sinister grin that this new Dean had, the expression on this Dean’s face was sorrowful. He was muttering something incoherent and as you walked closer you could hear him.

“What have I done? They’re all dead because of me. It’s all my fault.”

“Dean? What are you talking about?” You dared to ask.

He looked over at you, his forest green eyes held so much sorrow. He seemed to gave bags under his eyes as if he’d lost weeks of sleep and you could tell he had some sort of immense weight on his shoulders.

“I never wanted it to come to this. I should have never gotten this mark.”

“You did what you had to do. You had to kill Abaddon. You tried your best to beat Metatron and now he’s defeated. Castiel has him held captive.” You reminded.

“That’s not what I mean…”

You watched as Dean looked away from you, then he held out his hand and parted the scarlet waters and it revealed so many bodies. The bodies of the vessels demons and angels used, the human bodies left behind that he’s killed without a second thought. You could see the bodies of those that he loved like Kevin the prophet. You saw more bodies of people he must’ve known even before he met you. There was a mother and daughter holding hands in their dead state. You saw his father, John Winchester. You saw other men and women he knew and loved that he felt so guilty for.

“You didn’t kill all of these people… some, yes. But there is a difference between murder and what happens in war.” You said

“Cain thought that I was worthy of the mark. He thought I was worthy to have it. I may be a skilled fighter and a killer but… I never wanted to be who I’ve become now.”

“What do you mean?”

“My vessel is fighting to be a full demon. I don’t want to be that person. I never wanted any of this to happen and I know where my story will end if I continue down this path…”

When Dean closed up the sea of blood once more, he extended his hand elsewhere and you could see red smog beginning to form. It started circling and growing thicker, the red turning darker until it became black. You watched the circle of smoke continue to whirl almost like a tornado until it finally dissipated to nothing.

What was left behind was heartbreaking. It was Sam, laying on a marble slab of some sort. His eyes were opened yet lifeless. His body had been butchered by an axe. His blood pooled around him, skin was already pale and lips purple and he looked stiff as if he was already in rigor mortis.

“All he did was try and help. He was right… I should have listened.”

“Oh quit being such a damn sissy.” The second voice sounded just like Dean.

In the distance, you saw a man holding the very axe that killed Sam. It was Dean in his demonic state with a smirk on his face. His hair was thicker and he certainly looked healthier than the human Dean. “You’re pathetic with him around, Sam was always in the way of your true potential.”

“Sam doesn’t know just how alive this condition makes me feel. I’m happier now than I’ve been in years!”

“But how much of it is real, huh? How long can you go around in bars before you accept the monster you are?!” The human Dean shouted and pulled out his demon blade.

“Oh you think you’re in the right state to fight me? All you do is mope around in your depression and self loathing. Me? You call me a monster, but I call myself complete and without any attachments holding me back. Killing Sam was the best thing I’ve ever done for us and you know it.” The demon replied.

You wished there was some way for them to coexist but you knew deep down there was no way that it could happen. Once a demon, always a demon. At least to the extent of your knowledge.

“Sam didn’t deserve to die like that! He should have been old and grey and had a life of his own! He should have never been a hunter in the first place. The kid was going to college before I pulled him into this mess in the first place!”

“Oh now you’re making me want to use this pretty axe to mess up that face. It’s a shame that it would be as pretty as mine if you slept more.” The demon chuckled and started walking towards the human.

“I’d like to see you try and kill me.” You could hear the human Dean say and your eyes widened as the fight initiated between the two of them.

When the two of them fought, you saw a third figure. The same man with the longish, unruly hair and salt and pepper beard. The face of the man that told you to accept the invitation from Sam and Dean to get you wrapped up in this mess in the first place. Cain motioned for you with his head to follow him into the dead trees.

Your brows narrowed as you decided to follow Cain whole the two Deans fought themselves to the death.

“He’s losing his grip.” You could hear Cain say.

“What does it matter to you? You were the one that gave him the damned thing. You caused this and you know that he was going to go through something like this!” You said, brows narrowing.

“It’s amusing that you’re angry now. When we first spoke you seemed so indifferent.”

“So I may have learned some things. Big whoop. Now how the hell did you get over this phase? Everyone knows you were a human before you became a demon. How did you learn to subside those urges and become less of a dick like other demons are? You fell for Colette and she convinced you to stop killing. How did you get to the point where you can actually listen to her?”

“You overestimate me, Y/N. I was in the spot Dean is in right now and I was in that spot for years.” Cain said and he walked to you.

“Tell me, though. Are you having fun with the new Dean? He’s not wrong about being happier. He’s got a weight lifted off his shoulders and doesn’t have a care about anyone or anything in the world. He’s the perfect killing machine and Crowley is not wrong for having someone like that help him make Hell what it once was. And Crowley isn’t wrong for wanting you to help him.”

“You know I never want to go back there. I don’t care if Hell falls apart or not. I can get what I want here just as easily as torturing should Abaddon forced me to kill in Hell.” You said.

“But you’re losing that urge. That’s the difference. Even without the consumption or injection of human blood, you’re becoming more and more like your father.”

“Even if I am, that doesn’t help Dean’s case. How can we get him to the point where you and I are now. You and I are still demons and we both have learned self restraint. You didn’t answer me on how you did it.”

Cain sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You want to know how I did it? Here it is…” He said before he leaned in and whispered something into your ear so that neither of the Deans could hear if they were close by.

“You really think that could work?” You asked and he held out his arms before saying, “It’s what worked for me for a while.”

“Now that you know, the choice is yours and how to handle it. You know as well as the other demons of hell that Sam is looking for Dean. He’s tortured and killed demons just to find Dean and to no avail, obviously. You know Sam will never stop and if he doesn’t, that demon Dean may be right and he may kill his brother just as I killed mine.”

With that last thing in mind, Cain disappeared and you sighed.

When you walked back out, you saw that the demon Dean had beaten the human to a pulp and your eyes widened. With one last blow, the demon beheaded the human with the very same axe he used to kill his brother. Then he turned to you with his eyes an onyx black.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he walked towards you with the axe. He held it up as he asked you, “So.. what did dear old Dad tell you, Sweetheart?” He asked.

The tone of his voice made you sick to your stomach. It felt like he was planning at least ninety nine ways to kill you on the spot. “Just reminiscing with Cain on how he was in the same spot you were in before you killed your human self.” You said, trying to keep your tone calm.

You watched as Dean raised his hand and struck your cheek so hard you had to step back. When you looked up at him, you never thought he would strike you after all you’ve been through, “You really think you can lie to me? You’re about as transparent as a glass. I know you’re thinking of saving whatever humanity’s left.”

You took out the blade that you carried around with you and when you were going to use it, Dean wrapped his hand around your throat and pinned you up against one of the dead trees.

“This isn’t you and you know it, Dean.”

“You don’t know a damned thing.” Then he squeezed tighter around your neck, cutting off your air supply. You lifted your hands to try and pry his grip off your neck but to no avail.

“And if you ever double cross me… I’ll kill you in the real world just like I’m about to do here.” Dean said as he dropped the axe, knowing it wouldn’t kill you. Then he took the First Blade and he used it to slice your torso from groin to sternum. The worst part was that he had a sickening grin throughout all of it.

And for you.. everything went black

You woke up with a gasp and you flipped down the sheets and padded yourself down. You were alive. There wasn’t a wound on you. You were alive and Dean hadn’t killed you after all.

“About bloody time you woke up.” You heard Crowley say and you looked up at him, sitting up all of a sudden.

“You know, I really don’t appreciate the sudden appearances.” You rolled your eyes. Then you noticed the heavily displeased look on Crowley’s face, causing you to groan.

“What did he do?”

“Are you kidding me!? What didn’t that bastard do!? He killed my client so now I won’t be able to get the soul! He had the audacity to push me around like nothing in front of my servants! And he had the Gaul to tell me he would do whatever he wanted to do!” You let the demon ramble on.

You sighed, not at all surprised that Dean would make the wrong choice. “Why does he always feel the need to make the worst decision possible?” You asked to yourself, lifting a hand to rub your temple since you could practically feel the upcoming migraine.

“So what exactly happened? What did you say to him?” You asked Crowley and you got up from the bed, trying not to think too much about that vision or dream you just had.

“I told you. Dean came in the bar when I was being filled in by my underlings. I asked Dean how the job went and he told me that he killed my client instead of the designated victim!” He began and you pulled your hair up into a bun, listening.

“I asked him what he thought he was doing, he said whatever he wanted to do. And you know what I told him? I told him that I don’t think he knows what he wants.” He continued, and you lifted a brow.

“If he was really a demon, he would have done what he was told. He would have killed the designated victim without a second thought. He wouldn’t have had a preference if he were a full demon. I mean, even if Catrina was more of a bitch for her end of the whole ordeal, she was still a client who’s soul I lost because Dean can’t listen to an order! I even threatened the idea that he may have felt sorry for Bethany. If he had felt bad, then maybe he’s more human after all except he’s got those pretty black eyes of his and he’s working alongside you and me.”

“Is this rant over? He’s still new to this thing. You knew deep down this would be more challenging than you thought. Cain didn’t always kill the first person he comes across either.” You reminded.

“All I’m saying is that he needs to pick a damned side!” He said and you hummed a little.

“He thinks he’s all big and bad now that he’s partially a demon and has that mark. Everything I’ve done is for him and this… this is how he thanks me?! By killing my client and threatening me since I told him to pick a side? He thinks he can kill me if I make some kind of move, like he has the upper hand on him!”

“To be fair, he does have the upper hand. You haven’t had too much experience fighting on the field so he’d definitely beat you and even kill you.” You replied point blank.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Hey, you were the one that decided to have him tag along with you. Plus, you’ve never had the best relationship with the Winchesters so I don’t see why you keep treating him like a best friend. A best friend wouldn’t treat you like Dean has.” You reminded and Crowley went silent for a moment.

“He said he wasn’t my ‘bestie’ and I get that. I don’t know why I try with him. All he said was that if he wants a kill, he’ll call. But with this last job I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon.”

“So I’m gathering you basically broke up with Dean? Why did you come here to bitch to me about your issues if you two are done.” You asked, causing Crowley to shrug a little and as he went to go out of the door.

“Consider it a caution. Those Winchesters can’t be trusted. And at this rate, I’m considering giving Moose a call.” He said.

“That’s the move you’re planning on making? Damn if you wanted Dean to kill you that badly why didn’t you just tell him to kill you?”

“It was nice talking to you too, Y/N. But seriously. If you want to save your skin, either call Sam and tell him where Dean is, or walk away.” After that, Crowley walked out of your hotel room door.

You sighed but you had to admit that all of this was something to think about along with that vision you had. Something had to be going on with Dean. Maybe he wasn’t sure what he truly wanted after all.

Some hours went by and you started to think about some things. What if Crowley was right and Dean couldn’t get a grip on himself? What if turning him over to Sam was the best way?

If they could change Dean back into a human, all you could think about was that vision. What would happen to Dean if he was human again? What kind of a toll would that take on Dean if he remembered everything he did as a demon? How much guilt would he have on his shoulders?

Yet if Dean remains a demon, you knew that so many innocents would be killed. That is if Dean would end up choosing to kill despite his morals. You knew that he would kill his own brother without hesitation like he did in your vision as well.

“What are we going to do now, Dean?” You asked yourself but something deep within your conscience knew what you should do.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your text messages just to see the one name you were conflicted about contacting.

Sam…

Hey guys, sorry for the cliffhanger. But thank you to all of you who have been reading this series! I hope you are all enjoying the plot so far and I hope you all are doing well!

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izzytown · 2 years

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back by popular demand, i have yet another strange LOTR headcanon post. i present to you all, a sequel to “the fellowship reacts to kombucha,” titled: “the fellowship’s starbucks orders.”

for context, just started my job as a starbucks barista about three months ago, and trying to figure out what drinks the fellowship would order has been at the forefront of my mind. i will be providing their opinion on coffee and then their starbucks order.

aragorn: this bitch thrives off of black coffee, how else is he supposed to rule the kingdom of gondor?? he’s a dunedain, so while he probably limits his caffeine intake for health reasons, he definitely is the type to go into Starbucks and order a dark roast, black. and if there’s no dark roast brewed atm, then a hot americano.

legolas: this man. this pretentious-ass elf, oh my god. no coffee for this woodland elf, although he seems like the type—he’s a tea-drinker, let’s be real. and although i think his soul would give out if he even dared to walk inside a starbucks, he would be the type to order a “medicine ball” unironically.

gimli: obviously gimli is a coffee drinker, have we seen him?? he’s a coffee enjoyer, but not a snob—wherever he can get a cup, he’ll get some coffee, whether it be a local shop or a stbux. he’s definitely more drawn towards darker roasts, and i have an unexplainable feeling that gimli orders a venti cappuccino, extra dry, with an extra shot. he brings legolas with him, who rolls his eyes when gimli orders. hipster blonde tea drinker forced to go with his gruff coffee drinker boyfriend. they’re in love your honor

gandalf: gandalf has to take care of four hobbits, an elf, a dwarf, and two men—all of which are temperamental and argue NONSTOP. his caffeine intake is unlike anything anyone has seen. coffee is not about the taste for him, therefore he has no specific “order.” if he needs a quad americano, he’ll get one. if he just needs a pike, he’ll get a pike. he has no shame. he has become a notable regular simply from the one time he ordered a ten shot latte—he also tips a LOT. he is adored by all the baristas, and they’re also probably scared of him

boromir: he likes coffee, but he just kinda drinks whatever is available to him. he doesn’t have a caffeine addiction, but every daily starbucks run brings him closer to getting one. i feel like boromir is that guy who gets a salted caramel cream cold brew, or a red-eye. no in between. he probably gets an irish cream cold brew during the holidays.

frodo: frodo…doesn’t love coffee. correction, book frodo LIVES off of coffee, but I think for movie frodo, coffee isn’t his favorite thing. he probably gets dragged to starbucks with merry and pippin once, and doesn’t know what to order, so he just goes for a hot chai tea latte. this starts an addiction, especially once he realizes that starbucks is a nice place to read and study. he’s always polite to the baristas and makes sure to tip extra, if he can spare it

sam: bless his little gardener heart, he cannot afford starbucks. he definitely has a morning cup of coffee with cream to fuel his caffeine deficiency. if he joins frodo to hang, or is dragged along with the other hobbits, he’ll get just that. plain coffee with a splash of cream, nothing fancy for him. he also tips extra, and if frodo’s drink is made incorrectly, he huffs and puffs and politely asks the baristas to remake it. frodo insists they charge him, but sam and the baristas fight against this.

merry: oh merry…(movie) merry likes to believe he enjoys coffee, but realizes very quickly that he only likes it when it’s covered up by the flavor of pure sugar. he cycles through quite a few regular drinks at starbucks, some of which include the mocha cookie crumble frappuccino, an iced white mocha with sweet cream cold foam and caramel drizzle, or maybe a hazelnut latte with two extra pumps (to cover up the bitter coffee, obviously).

pippin: pippin does not like coffee. period. does he have a caffeine addiction? yeah, but his sugar addiction is probably worse. like merry, he has a handful of go-to drinks, depending on the weather, the day, his mood, etc. any of the creme based fraps, especially vanilla bean and strawberry, tickle his fancy. he also gets a strawberry acai lemonade with no inclusions (chunks don’t sit well with him), or occasionally a blended strawberry lemonade. he also buys an entire backpack full of pastries every time he goes, so he has a snack for the road, for home, for dinner, for dessert, for—

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fragileizywriting · 1 year

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i know i've written about it on here before but the idea of kitty just bursting into laughter when a mugger attempts to rob all three of the marinettes for money just gets to me.

you're this guy, a pretty strong one, and you see three sisters chattering all by themselves with no man in sight to protect them, oh, they're perfect. one of them has a pretty scarf, a pretty scarf that costs some pretty pennies, so you know that whatever this coinpurse has, it's enough to keep you afloat for a while.

you catch them in the forest and knock the three of them back with a surprise attack. your knife is drawn. you've managed to cut one, and she's bleeding, dark and red and oh, yeah, she's terrified.

and the short one starts howling laughter.

"no way," she giggles, clutching her stomach as delighted peels of laughter shout out of her. is she mad? truly, is she daft? does she know the size difference between you both? "you're gonna mug us with that?"

"quiet," you sneer back. "shut up or i'll maim you."

"oh, yeah, sure," she replies, doing her best to hold back more laughs that she starts to snort. snort. "i'm sure it's 'not the size but how you use it', but christ, god, that thing is just so small... you couldn't find anything more impressive?"

"kitty," one of the others warn. the one without an injury, the oldest, trying to placate. "maybe it's best if we don't make him mad?"

kitty sounds smug. "or what? he's gonna hurt me with his little dagger?"

"i'll show you what i can do with it."

"oh, buddy, i want you to try."

snobby little bitch. who'll be laughing when you cut off one of her tiny, dainty little fingers, just for talking to you like that?

and yet...

yet you end up absolutely crushed into a wall, gasping for breath, trying to rip off the iron grip on your neck from her when you tried swiping for her three times consecutively. the hand with the dagger, cracked, and by the pain (and the sound), she's most definitely broken your palm. absolutely shattered it. long nails, reminicent of the shape of a coffin, squeeze into the skin of your neck until you're choking on spit.

kitty looks bored.

"lame," she replies. blinking impassively as you try to knock her off. she's tiny. miniscule. small. you've never been more stunned and more fearful in your life. "you looked like you were going to actually give me a fight. that's humiliating. wanna apologize to my friend over here for hurting her arm?"

"it's okay," the one with the injury replies. she sounds unsure. you can't feel your legs. "i can just heal myself back at the cottage. kitty— kitty, oh, stars, don't kill him!"

"apologize first and i'll let go."

"f-fu—uck y-you."

"try again," she says, rather plainly, refusing to budge when you attempt to make a fist and punch. she grabs the hand mid way, and holds you there. not hurting. not breaking. just holding, like a child, like holding back a temperamental babe. "say 'i'm sorry'."

"are you... a.... demon...?" you choke out instead.

a smile splits her mouth wide open, revealing fangs. "nope. pure human, unfortunately."

#speakizys #demon lovin #fire lily petals #sharks and sugar #izycrossover

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awful-little-goose · 2 years

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I had fun imagining seven deadly sins based dragons!

Wrath:

- a wildclaw because their whole shtick is how they fight before they think. Also raptor vibes. Its outfit is covered in the pelts of its victims, and she’s heavily centered around battles and war because of the saying that violence and anger only perpetuate violence and anger. Also from the fire flight because it’s said that fire dragons are temperamental

Gluttony:

- an imperial because they eat everything and also their whole thing is that they literally fuse when they’re too close (reminded me of the idea of like- being unable to repress your urges and consumption etc), also it’s a female imperial because the posture reminded me of an ouroboros. Her outfit has a skull meant to represent her first prey- which is supposed to be another dragon. Also, she’s from the plague flight because, y’know, consuming!

Greed:

- A guardian because they’re all about finding a hoard and guarding it no matter what. The main idea for their fit was “gold, gold, GOLD!!!”, and there’s no particular reason why they’re from the nature flight, I just thought it looked good!

Envy:

- spiral because spirals resemble snakes (which is the animal representation of envy), and also look at their grabby little hands. I wanted to make their eyes as noticeable as possible too, fixated on the object of their desire. They’re dressed in rags to show that, unlike greed, they don’t have much, and have a muzzle to show that idea of them being restrained and forced to hold back from getting what they want. Wind because wind dragons are explorers, looking for more things to discover and see, always reaching further and further no matter how much they discover

Sloth

- They’re slimy, they’re sluggish, yet so cozy looking. I wanted to represent this feeling you get when you’re in your bed and don’t wanna get out- like you’ve been dipped in melasse. Their fit is supposed to echo cozy, comfy vibes, with little details, and they’re from the ice flight because, like, ice and cold makes you literally sleepy and shut down

Lust

- Coalt because of the valentine dragon! Also coalts remind me of angels and cherubs and I couldn’t pass the opportunity. And also coalts can go from soft and tame to feral in the blink of an eye, and it makes me think of the two aspects of love. They’re covered in roses because roses often symbolize love, and they got horns to represent the ram, the animal which represents lust

Pride

- of course it’s a pearlcatcher. Look at these bitches. I swear to god. Lots of peacock imagery because it’s the animal that represents Pride. The idea behind their fit was basically “party”, lavish, extravagant Dionysus worthy parties, especially thrown in one’s own honor. Also from the arcane flight because I head canon these guys to be a tad bit prideful and braggy

#flight rising #flight rising oc #flight rising coatl #flight rising guardian #flight rising imperial #flight rising series #flight rising theme #flight rising tundra #flight rising spiral #flight rising fandragon #flight rising wildclaw #flight rising pearlcatcher

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for-the-sake-of-color · 1 year

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For Crisis Company + Nihlus (is he officially Crisis Company? or is it Crisis Company and oh god their weird little sith that the captain has on a thin -looking leash?): Snapdragon , dandelion, marigold

LOL! Thanks so much for the ask!

Yes, Nihlus is officially Crisis Company, he holds the rank of Specialist (akin to a corporal). djghadgj They're collectively known among the GAR as 'that squad with the crazy sith' and it's rumored his antics are the cause of their squads name, which annoys his Captain to no end. "We are Urban Crisis Response!" Jet shouts to the no one who is listening.

All of Crisis Company though? this is gonna get LONG, HA!

Under the cut for convenience

SnapDragon: What is your OC's most used phrase?

Captain Jet: probably something along the line of *Deep Sigh* or "No sir, I have no idea what you're talking about, my squad would never!"

Margo: "If it works..." said in all sorts of situations. Her life is already so goddamned weird this may was well happen

Cynic: "Or blow it up" said hopefully by the heavy weapons specialist. Cmon guys, let's do something to get the heart pumping. "No," is usually Jet's reply. "This house is a fucking nightmare" Cynic sulks

Nihlus: well once he joins Crisis Company his most used phrase probably becomes WWJD or "What Would Jet Do" because the answer is definately not 'start killing until you get what you want' unfortunately for him (and fortunately for everyone around him)

Torch: "Next target," said to his spotter, Lake. You may think, given his generally attitude, it would be something closer to "my bad," for some sort of shenanigan, but he's actually an excellent sharpshooter, a fact which cannot be overlooked, even given his otherwise whimsical nature

Lake: "now do a backflip" he says from his perch with Torch, often acting as overwatch as their squad moves forwards. It is said anytime one of their squad starts bragging about a shot they made that he knows he could do better. So far Nihlus and Margo have been the only ones to be allowed continued bragging rights cause they actually can do a backflip

Heron: "It's not that bad" Listen, he's a medic. and sometimes... all you can do for a fallen soldier is a comforting lie. And luckily sometimes its just a trooper who wont stop bitching about their broken toe. Get over it, Herons missing his damn leg.

Sprig: as an E.O.D specialist he has a tattoo of the motto, "either I'm right, or suddenly it's not my problem anymore," on his shoulder in bright orange over a tattoo of a detonator. He likes to quote it whenever he's making optimistic bets

Dandelion: Does your OC get overwhelmed easily?

Captain Jet: No, mans has the task managing and organizational skills of a god. He may have gotten the rank of Lieutenant by being the last one alive, but he earned his Captains rank and his Urban response force

Margo: She doesnt get overwhelmed easily, nessesarily, but she does get frustrated quickly and it can quickly build into an overwhelming situation

Cynic: No, Cynic is as cool as a cucumber in any situation. it would take an avalanche of situations to phase him

Nihlus: Yes, easily. Frequently. He is... erratic, temperamental. It's not entirely his sith nature, either. Telepathy can be an overwhelming thing if you aren't careful about your mental barriers. too many minds thinking too many things on a war ship, like yelling in your ears but you cant cover them if you're too tired.

Torch: in professional situations, no. in personal situations, if he cant laugh something off, it'll eat at him. and like margo, a lot of little somethings can add up.

Lake: Lake has a much higher threshold than Nihlus for taxing situations, but a significantly lower one than Torch. it takes a lot less of those little things to add up for him.

Heron: No, He's a medic, he's as steady as his scalpel hand. in an Emergency he is Decisive, if we're being kind, and Ruthless, if we're being honest. He is very quickly overwhelmed by affection, though. Softness is not his usual forte

Sprig: The longer the war went on with him as a front line bomb diffuser, with each loss of another just like him to being vaporized, the more easily things began to overwhelm him. Sprig has settled more comfortably into himself with Crisis Company. Suddenly, big things aren't so terrifying anymore, when he has his family at his back.

Marigold: Describe your OC in three words or less

Captain Jet: Eldest Daughter Syndrome

Margo: Dearest Lady Fratboy

Cynic: Ride or Die

Nihlus: Suddenly, murder

Torch: We stay Silly

Lake: Anxiety with Legs

Heron: Unexpected Serial Killer

Sprig: Ankle Biter

#oc ask game #ask game #star wars the clone wars #star wars ocs #swtcw oc #Jet tag #margo tag #cynic tag #nihlus tag #lake tag #torch tag #heron tag #sprig tag

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 1 year

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I have a random thought about the first chapter of When the Desert Blooms. I would love to know how long it took for a Loki to agree to having Thor give Lauren a fertility god blessing. 😂 I can just imagine, if Loki wasn’t already desperate at that point, that it took a lot of discussion about how long the kiss would last, if Loki would be present, etc… What’s your take on the specifics?

Ooh! Lol! I can see... and I was inspired!

🐍🐍🐍🐍

Loki paced the length of the room and back, passing Lauren seated on the sofa.

"We don't have to do this."

He shot her a glance and shook his head. "It is something we have not attempted. It can't cause any harm."

Other than to his psyche.

Lauren sighed. "It's makin' you a walkin' wreck. I won't do it if it gives you this much anxiety."

Loki sighed and stopped to kneel at her feet. "I want this as much as you do, and if it means seeking a blessing from Thor, then so be it."

"But you don't want him to give it." She cupped his face, held it gently, and searched his eyes.

A slow smile curled her lips. "You're silly."

Loki snorted and grasped her wrists.

"You are! You think your brother is goin' to swoop in here and kiss me with some romantic vigor? Please! Sif would murder him."

As Sif was quite temperamental in her pregnancy, that was highly probable.

"It's just a silly little kiss. It won't even compare to yours."

He sighed and leaned into her hand. "Thor was much of what I aspired to be when I was a boy. The last place I want to find myself is in his shadow again in the heart of my wife."

Lauren’s grip on his face tightened, and her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "Loki. You're bein' stupid."

Her outrage was so genuine that he couldn't help but chuckle. "I know, pet."

"Good." Her thumb lightly stroked his lips. "Because I expect these lips to erase any trace of your brother's."

"Yes, my love," he smirked, feeling infinitely better.

Thor arrived, and instead of the teasing he expected, his brother offered only kindness and encouraging words when he gently kissed Lauren’s forehead.

They both blinked at him in surprise before Loki blurted, "What the hell! All this time, a forehead kiss would do?"

Thor smirked like the devil, blue eyes alight with laughter. "Forehead, cheek, even on the knuckles. It is the blessing that matters, not the placement."

"You sly son of a bitch," Lauren murmured before bursting into giggles.

"It was enjoyable while it lasted," he chuckled, turning to go. "Good luck!"

Loki flicked magic at the door to lock it behind his brother before turning to face Lauren.

She glowed with amusement and Thor's blessing.

He had her in his arms, out of her dress, and naked on their bed in a heartbeat.

Whether Thor's blessing worked or not, it was always enjoyable trying for the child of their hearts.

🐍🐍🐍🐍

#when the desert blooms #loki and lauren #drabble #thor's blessing #asks answered

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banannabethchase · 2 years

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Hello welcome to "Sara watched Dynamite a few weeks ago and had an Emotion and a fic happened with a pairing they never expected to encounter."

Adam is all kinds of in his head, and Yuta can tell. So he makes him an offer. And Adam takes him up on it.

Thank you times a million to @sarahcakes613 for helping me work through this fic! Fic title from I Want It by Two Feet.

Mini Playlist: I Want It - Two Feet Slow it Down - Kim Petras Young God - Halsey

Adam is…perplexed.

He was just sitting here, cooling down from the near-fight with Kip, when Wheeler Yuta walked into his dressing room like he belonged there. Cool, collected. Confident. And not saying a word.

Adam feels uncomfortable under his gaze, trying his best to hold eye contact. “What do you want?” he finally manages to ask.

Wheeler smiles, and sits down in front of him on the bench like they do this all the time. Adam rolls his shoulders before he can stop himself. “You seem pretty pissed off.”

“Of course I’m pissed off,” Adam says. “Why – your boy beat me with a fuckin’ roll up. After all that, he’s good with winning like that? Mediocre.” He leans back against the lockers behind him. “Mox is a bitch and he knows it.”

To Adam’s surprise, Wheeler laughs. “Yeah, I thought that might be it. You’re pretty obsessed with him.”

“I’m not –”

“It’s okay,” and the way Yuta speaks to him, like he’s the veteran here, “Mox has that effect on everyone. But, uh,” he chuckles, dipping his head. He’s got a pretty smile. Adam’s never noticed that smile before. “I think you’re barking up the wrong tree, there.”

Adam blinks. “I’m what?”

Wheeler’s eyes dart downward, to a place that could be Adam’s lips if he lets his mind hope, and back up to his eyes. “You want somebody to challenge you, maybe get thrown around a little.” His smile is almost so knowing it’s condescending. “But Mox isn’t the one to go to for that.”

Adam opens his mouth, closes it, and frowns. He hasn’t talked to anybody about – that aspect of it. He closes his eyes, letting the moments of Mox throwing him around the ring, smacking him into oblivion, play across his vision. But also, the idea of letting someone else be in control of his body, the idea that someone else will be in charge and he can just be along for the ride. He opens his eyes. Wheeler’s still got that smirk. “He’s not?”

Wheeler shakes his head, and, finally, that smile changes. Something devious, a little dark, on those lips. “Nah. Why do you think they brought me and Claudio in to the BCC?” He leans forward a little, arms braced on his legs. It’s captivating, this confidence. “That group of temperamental brats were desperate to find somebody to get them under control. That’s where we came in.” He licks his lips, and Adam is painfully aware that Wheeler knows he’s watching. “What about you, Hangman?”

Adam swallows. “What about me?”

Wheeler’s gaze gets even more knowing, more penetrating. Adam forces himself not to shiver. “You’re desperate for Mox’s attention, but I think you need mine.”

Adam realizes a second too late that he’s biting his lip, and stops as quickly as he can. It fails, though. Wheeler definitely saw it.

“Good,” Wheeler says. “I’m busy this week, but next week? I’ll take care of you then.” He winks as he stands, and Adam feels itchy.

Adam had all but forgotten about the conversation with Yuta until he watches him walk up to the ring with Mox and Claudio after he flattened Kip. His words echo in Adam’s mind as he watches Wheeler walk up, trying to decode the way the three of them make their way to the ring. If it’s really that clear, if there’s that much behind it.

The curiosity disappears quickly, though, as Mox threatens the people Adam’s tried his damnedest to protect and Wheeler and Claudio just…stand there.

“Texas Death,” Mox says.

Wheeler, in the hustle of leaving the ring, sends Adam the quickest wink, makes his way backstage.

It’s all Adam can do not to tear something apart. He spends the rest of the night feeling something crawl under his skin, a kind of desperate ache lingering in a way that he can’t shake, anxiety curling around in his head until he feels like it’s strangling him.

Until, that is, he gets a text from an unknown number. Still up for my proposal?

Adam frowns, trying to place the context. Sorry – who is this and how did you get my number?

It’s Yuta. You up for it?

Adam stares at the screen. Yuta didn’t answer how he has Adam’s number. And he seems serious.

And Adam really, really would like to not be in charge of his own brain for a few hours.

At the Marriot. Room 822.

And he hits send.

He realizes now that the anxiety has been building in the back of his skull the past few weeks desperate to crawl out, and he thinks, maybe, Yuta has had his number for a while.

He does a few crunches, nothing too exorbitant, but he wants to get a little anxiety out and put a little bit extra into his muscles. So he wants to look good. So sue him.

The knock comes on his door a minute or two later, and he pulls it open to see Wheeler Yuta standing there with a charming grin on his lips and something a little less kind in his eyes. “Hey,” he says. “Can I come in?” He steps in past Adam without waiting for a response.

Adam nods. He already feels a little off balance, like he’s not in control of whatever happens next. He likes it.

“So,” Yuta says, sitting down in Adam’s hotel chair like he belongs there. He commands the room without a word needed, gestures for Adam to sit on the bed like it’s not Adam’s hotel room in the first place. “What are we working with here? Just need to get out of your head? Need somebody to space you out?” He studies Adam’s face. “Or are you looking for more intense stuff?”

Adam thinks for a minute, really thinks, because it’s feeling a little bigger than he’d expected.

“Breathe,” Yuta says, gentle but authoritative, and it makes Adam feel something closer to calm than he’s felt in a while. “Hey. I can leave if you -”

“No!” Adam says, faster and louder than he means it to. “I mean. Oh, god.” He shuts his eyes. “Fuck.”

He hears rustling, then senses Yuta come closer to him. “Adam,” he says, quietly.

Adam opens his eyes and looks up into warm eyes, a soft smile, but confident. Wheeler is standing over him. “Yeah?”

“You’re wound so tight you’re about to spin out of your own mind.” The tone is as soft and confident as the smile.

“Yeah, no shit,” Adam laughs. “The anxious millennial cowboy thing didn’t come from nowhere.”

Wheeler tilts his head to the side, studying. “So you need a little bit of time where you don’t need to make any decisions.”

Adam shrugs. “And, I mean, an orgasm at the end couldn’t hurt.”

Wheeler looks incredible as he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only then that Adam realizes he’s been calling him by his first name in his mind. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that for you.” He raises an eyebrow. “Give me a safe word? Just in case?”

“Sunflower,” Adam answers automatically.

Wheeler nods. “I doubt it’ll come up, but mine’s greyscale.”

“Like – like the printer setting?”

“It’s a safe word, not a love song,” Wheeler says. “So. Lay down.” That smile comes back, knowing and in charge. “And let me clear that head of yours.”

Adam lets his eyes close, and leans in to the moment.

Wheeler’s hands are steady and sure as they slide up Adam’s thighs, warm through the denim. “Anything not helping, you tell me,” Wheeler says, voice gentle. “Jesus, I’m used to throwing Mox around. This’ll be a piece of cake.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah, he likes…a lot of blood and biting in the ring. I can only imagine it gets more intense when dicks are involved.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Wheeler mumbles, but his fingers rest at the buckle of Adam’s belt. “All my questions will be super simple – yes or no, minimal work from you, okay?”

“Okay,” Adam says. He already feels better. He already feel the unraveling, like he’s a tangled ball of yarn and Wheeler has painstakingly found both ends to pull apart.

“Pants off?” Wheeler asks.

“Yeah.” Adam lifts his hips as Wheeler pulls his jeans down. “Shirt, too.”

“Okay,” Wheeler says. Adam can hear the smile in his voice. It’s nice. He opens his eyes to see Wheeler’s hands go to the button of his shirt. “Good?”

“Yes,” Adam says. His voice is less stable, less sure, than he’s used to. He shrugs off the shirt, pulls off his undershirt, too, and Wheeler watches, focused. “You too?”

“Oh,” Wheeler says, sounding surprised. “Yeah. Sure.” He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion, and Adam allows himself to look. Just a little. “Make a guy blush, why don’t you.” Okay. Maybe Adam’s looking more than just a little.

Adam grins, the unraveling making him bold and loose and relaxed. “You look good.”

Wheeler’s smile shifts to sheepish, just for the quickest of moments, and goes back. “Well, BCC doesn’t have us do a thousand crunches a day for nothing.”

And that’s enough reference, even tangentially, to Mox for Adam, so he rests his head back.

He gives a lot of yesses, to Wheeler’s hands, to his mouth, to stretching out on his stomach and letting Wheeler open him up with slow, slick, focused fingers. Wheeler asks him, over and over, checks in, but never asks for more than yes or no. And there’s so many moments of yes.

The yarn unravels in his mind and he’s laid out bare, on his hands and knees and Wheeler slowly pushes into him, stroking his back gently with words that match.

“Doing so good,” Wheeler murmurs, “you feel okay?”

“Yeah,” Adam says, his mind liquid, “better.”

“Better than okay?” Wheeler asks, and Adam can’t do much but nod.

Wheeler’s hand, after another yes from Adam, wraps around Adam where he’s hard and leaking, strokes with the thrusts.

“Are you ready to come?” Wheeler asks.

“Yes,” Adam says, almost pleading. He needs the yarn in his mind coiled back up, turned into something neat and new and perfect. “Yes, please.”

“Hmm,” Wheeler says, picking up his pace, “well, want me to go harder?”

“Yes,” Adam breathes, turning to pinch the skin of his bicep in his teeth.

Wheeler does, and Adam feels the coiling in his spine, now, not in his head, and it crashes into him hard.

Wheeler follows soon after, and Adam only half registers it throughout the haze.

He’s vaguely aware of Wheeler with the washcloth, cleaning him up, but he basks in it, answering yesses and noes when needed.

“How are you doing in there, Adam?” Wheeler asks, resting a hand on his arm. “Unwound a little?”

“Very much so,” Adam says. His smile spreads slowly as he comes back to himself. He turns to Wheeler and kisses him before he realizes he’s doing it. “Oh. Shit. Is that not allowed?”

Wheeler’s laugh is light, fond, cuter than Adam thought was allowed in Blackpool Combat Club. “Nah, kissing is on the table. It’s, uh. It’s kind of my favorite part.” He studies Adam’s face, eyes. “You seem good. You good?”

“Great,” Adam says. He hadn’t realized it was there, but the tension in his shoulders is gone. His mind feels clear, concise. His own. “That was what I needed.”

Wheeler grins. “Good to hear.”

“You, uh,” and a little bit of his inherent awkwardness stepping back in, “you can stay overnight, if you want.”

“Really?” Wheeler asks. “Okay. Yeah. You want to get room service?”

They get fancy Caesar salads and watch Cutthroat Kitchen together, trying to guess which chef will win. They fall asleep next to each other, and Adam discovers that Wheeler is a blanket hog.

It’s not the strangest evening he’s spent around a Blackpool member. But it’s probably the best.

#HangYoots #Hello welcome to what my brain does #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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shiinavanhellsing · 2 years

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Aight so boom, I'm doing a part two of the fan casting for the EBKs who are my OCS for Bleach TYBW from a fanfic called PSA. I already did the fan casting for the men and now onto the women!

First off we're gonna start with EBK Azure aka Little Miss “Oh that was your nigga in my DMS?! Lemme go hit him up real quick” aka Little Miss “Bad Bitch I Can Be Your Fantasy” aka Little Miss “Was that your nigga, oh he ate my ass what a bummer” herself aka Little Miss “she a baddie she know she a ten”:

For some reason I was torn between having Ashley Burgos and Kaylar Will as Azure's face claim but what made me choose Ashley was because of the fact that she fits the whole persona of I may look gorgeous but I'll still fuck you up.

Fun fact: Azure is part of the deities and is also a alchemist who's training amongst Uryu Ishida.

•She's reincarnated from the Egyptian air god Shu but yet despite him being a very peaceful deity, she's very well known for being a very violent air warrior.

•Literally had Shuhei feenin for her ass soon as he saw her dancing onstage from the nosebleeds.

•Azure is known for being the calm crazy out of the core four, she's the least temperamental of the EBKs but she's the exact definition of fuck around and find out.

Next up is EBK Nuria aka Little Miss “I shake a luh ass but I still get jiggy” aka Little Miss “I'm too sexy for your bro” aka Little Miss “all the boys want my honey from me” aka Little Miss “pussy put a spell on him he in a trance”:

I was scrolling on my Pinterest feed and I randomly saw Karin Jinsui with red hair that looked fiery and I thought “hmm, maybe she'll fit right in my vision”. Especially since Nuria is known for being girly but she still has that hardcore gritty attitude of hers that's not to be fucked with.

Fun facts: Nuria is literally a shinigami, espada and reincarnated deity

•She's reincarnated from the Japanese fire and volcanic goddess Fuji.

•Grimmjow was obsessed with her when he first saw her presence, he literally damn near killed Loly and Menloly over her.

• Aizen literally wanted her as her queen but she rejected him with the quickness.

•made Kensei weak in the knees as soon as he approached her

Next up is EBK Lotus aka Little Miss “If she keep on muggin imma steal her man” aka Little Miss “big boobs and the butt stay plump” aka Little Miss “that nigga a munch and he gon eat me like a mango” aka Little Miss “my pussy glitters it's gold.....LITERALLY” herself:

Obviously I knew that there was some way that I had to incorporate one of my faves into this story and honestly Jada Kingdom was perfect for this role. But the IG photo of her in the two piece fleece green top and skirt was what sealed the deal for casting her as Lotus.

Fun fact: Lotus is a part of the deities and is a reincarnation of the Vodoun goddess Erzulie aka the goddess of crystals, flowers, plants and sex.

•She has not one, not two but three captains on her rotation at the moment.

→literally turned Byakuya (yes y'all y'all heard me) into a munch and is the sole reason why he has no problems walking in public with his face all shimmery.

→ Kenpachi is obsessed with her so much that he immediately had her stay in his bedroom so that she could “train” and “control her powers” with him better.

→ Shunsui had her recovering in his house from the injuries she had and he folded as soon as he saw her with his kimono on dancing to the music on her phone.

The next one up is EBK Olori aka Little Miss “I'll hijack your nigga and send him home broke” aka Little Miss “dicks up when I step in the party” aka Little Miss “wonder what I do tomorrow that these hoes will get mad at” aka Little Miss “where the fuck is your waistline?” herself:

In all seriousness, I was debating between using Rubi Rose, India Love or Shenseea but then I narrowed it down to Rubi Rose because I saw her more as the kick ass, turn up bitch that barely takes shit seriously.

Fun fact: Olori is reincarnated from the Hawaiian water god deity Maui.

•She damn near got into a fight with Soi Fon when she arrived at the sereiti

•Hichigo aka Zangestu is insanely obsessed with her, likeeeeeee he deadass possessed Ichigo one time so that he could rump

•Immediately clicked with Rangiku as soon as they met each other

•Had a secret fling with Shinji one time and now he's overly obsessed with her well being

•Also got into it with Hyori because of her presence being a “distraction” to the vizords

Last but not least we have not one but two representatives for the youngest EBK members: Dotty and Riina aka Little Misses “we make it rain and we clear it out” aka Little Misses “we at the function let's get jiggy” aka Little Misses “feeling divine and will smack a bitch if she gets outta line” aka Little Misses “got a fetish for lettuce and a need to always get to the bread” themselves:

I'm gonna be real here, my first top choices was either Kenzo B and Shani Boni or Lola Brooke and Princess Sanyy.

But after seeing Girll Codee performing their freestyle on On The Radar, I just knew that they were definitely more fitting for the laid-back goofy, hype and energetic for Dotty (fc is Sha Bigga) and Riina ( fc is Hi Siddityy) who can still keep that big Brooklyn energy.

Fun facts:

Dotty is 15 minutes older than Riina

Both of them are the only fullbringers in EBK

Dotty has thunder powers and Riina has lightning powers

Riina's lightning bolt is very powerful and the only people who are able to use it to enhance their powers or weapons is Renji, Nuria and Ohagi

Dotty's thunder blade can be infused with other weaponry as a way to amplify attacks or to control reaitsu when using spiritual pressure on the offensive side.

Another reason why I chose Girll Codee as a fc for EBK Dotty and EBK Riina was because of the fact that Riina told Kenpachi at first glance to stop being siddity and just say hello to everybody as soon as they enter Paradise Island.

→And before you ask, Oetsu was the one who explained what she meant to everybody else in the soul society.

• they accidentally taught Ichigo, Renji and Shuhei how to get sturdy and Byakuya never let them hear the end of it every time they see him.

•“So, does this mean that Riina and I can't teach them how to lite feet or.....?”

They were paired up with Jushiro until his untimely death.

Both of them loved being around Yachiru and even took her out of Kenny's hands so that he can “train” with Lotus

Walking definition of instigators especially Riina...not to mention that they'll snitch on you if you end up doing some fuck shit you not even supposed to be doing.

So that's it for the people of the EBK members! Who is your favorite male member? Female member? I'm glad that I'm finally finished with this tho. Hopefully I gave y'all a great insight with all of the characters without spoiling too much 🫶🏽

#the girll codee #girll codee #hi siddityy #sha bigga #Jada Kingdom #Rubi Rose #Ashley Burgos #bleach #anime fan casts #oc fan casts #dream voice casting #hii siddity #shaa biggaa

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libertyloulogan · 2 years

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LIBERTY LOU LOGAN.

aol: ladyliberty.

NICKNAMES: libby, bert, bertie, libby lou, libs AGE: 19 GENDER: female PRONOUNS: she/her JOB: CASHIER @ BLOSSOM RECORDS

PERSONALITY:

+TRAITS: clever, loyal, curious, captivating

-TRAITS: jealous, immature, dramatic, short-tempered, picky, panicky, cynical, a little abrasive, chronically upset

MOOD: Libby is honestly usually in a pretty touchy mood. She can usually be found sighing the woes of her discontent, and it’s pretty hard not to catch her rolling her eyes if she’s not particularly enjoying the conversation. Libby is so done, it hurts.

FEARS: glenda logan, being left behind, never knowing what love feels like, songs from music boxes and toy pianos, being replaced, being honest, touching dirty dishes that have been sitting in the sink, losing her temper

HOBBIES: surfing, stealing from her friends, eavesdropping, creating new personalities, finding something to complain about, jumping to conclusions

HABITS: lying, arguing, crossing her arms over her chest, pouting, playing with her ponytail, reclusivity, overthinking, pushing people away so they can’t hurt her

ZODIAC SIGN: Libby Logan is fully a cancer. She’s hyper-emotional, temperamental, and a little spiteful. She likes to hide from people who care, and from her own feelings… but despite that she’s devoted, and extremely protective of the people that she does let in - sometimes to an unhealthy degree! But what can Libby say? Once she decides to love someone she’d do anything for them - it doesn’t matter the price.

MBTI: ISTP

RELIGION: The Logan girls were all raised in a compulsory Catholic household - but it was always more for show than a sign of faith. Libby has never believed in god, but worship music is basically all that she grew up listening to, and she can quote bible verses in her sleep - not that she would. Ew. But still. Escaped and Recovering Catholic is probably a good way to describe it. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Libby felt trapped in the Logan house all her life until Glenda Logan finally kicked her to the curb. She now lives in Mackenzie Walsh's childhood bedroom Leo Walsh’s guest room… and though she’s bitter as can be, her soft spot is definitely still there when it comes to being at her new home. She's never really had a parent who cared about her - or a father who paid attention to her, like at all - but Leo Walsh is showing her what family looks like, one step at a time. Or, at least, he’s definitely letting her follow him around like a lost puppy for now.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

CLOTHING STYLE: Libby had always been dressed by Glenda Logan. She and Sabrina were always more like dolls than daughters, and thus, tennis skirts - knee length, obviously! - sweater sets, and white sundresses were a norm for Libby… but summer was kind of always the exception. Maddie Wilson had a huge impact on Libby Lou, and over the summers when Glenda would hardly see her - Wilco Wilson’s house was her safe haven - she could basically only be found in shorts and t-shirts, and overalls: anything that Maddie would toss her way.

She built up quite the wardrobe ( of Maddie’s clothes ) over the years that only saw the light of day during the summer, but once Glenda kicked her out - with only a backpack full of the found shorts, overalls, and etc - they basically became Libby’s every day fits… along with choice selections of Mackenzie Walsh’s T-Shirts from Middle School. Nobody tell him, though - she usually hides those under sweatshirts when she can.

USUAL EXPRESSION: Libby, no joke, is usually frowning unless given a reason not to. She hasn’t really always had resting bitch face, but a bitter bitch isn’t complete with a bitter little frown on her face… and she’s been through some shit, you know?

HEALTH

TW: eating habits, addictions

SLEEPING HABITS: Libby’s had a lot of weird dreams since she got kicked out of the Logan house... Like, weird enough that she doesn’t exactly get rest. She spends most of the night watching TV on the couch instead - something she never got to do back at the Logan house - and is usually found asleep in the early mornings to the tune of QVC shows. She’ll usually move herself back to her room before sunrise… if she manages to get up in time. But her hours on the couch is the only consistent rest she really gets.

EATING HABITS: Libby be snackin’. She never really got to eat freely at home - Glenda Logan loved pre-portioned meals - and her siblings would sneak as much as they could to the youngest Logan. Now that she lives at Leo’s house, though… she’s truly discovered the joy of processed foods.

EXERCISE HABITS: Libby’s default is being in a constant state of motion. She’s got serious ADD, and has been on a constant prescription of Ritalin since she was, like, 12 years old… During the summers, she was on a skateboard nearly constantly - a skateboard that became her right hand man over the last year - and she’s always one of the first out on the beach when she hears the surf is going to be good.

Libby doesn’t really exercise to exercise - she does it because sitting still for too long makes her feel like she’s going to run wild.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: It’s not good! Libby Lou grew up feeling unwanted; she was an afterthought unless Glenda saw something wrong… and then Libby was the focus of her whole world as the woman picked her apart from the seams. She got locked in her bedroom on more than one occasion. She got screamed at for even the slightest of infractions - laughing too loud, pulling her skirt up a little too high on her waist. She was dressed like a doll - unallowed to choose her own clothes, or hairstyles, or make up.

She found reprieve in her twin - they at least could fight against the chaos together… when Libby was strong enough to fight, at least. But after losing Luca? Libby gave up the fight altogether, and gave into her mother’s every whim. Why shouldn’t she try to be everything her mother ever wanted? Glenda always called her a Classic Beauty unless she was telling her that nobody could ever love someone like her. She always told her that she envied the likes of Ingrid Bergman and Audrey Hepburn - then in the same breath would lash out on her daughter like a jealous child. It all boiled up in Libby’s psyche. It all turned into a girl who didn’t know who she was; who didn’t know how to be herself if she tried. Libby knew she had the looks to get what she wanted - but she never felt beautiful. Libby knew men would fall for her - but Glenda’s voice always crept into her head to remind her of just how undeserving she was of love before she let herself get too far, or feel too much.

Growing up, Libby always took cues from Classic Stars - or at least what she thought they might be like… It’s not like Glenda let them watch very many movies or TV shows. But, she’d flash coy smiles when someone held the door open for her; she used to bat her eyelashes when she asked for favors. Touch someone’s elbow, and whisper in their ears when she needed a ride home. Everyone knew that she wasn’t interested in anything more than some light flirting - she wasn’t a bombshell or anything. She was the girl next door. Stuff like that always took so much out of her: made her feel like an imposter in her own body… But it’s the only way she knew how to be liked. Acting like someone she didn’t know was the only way she knew how to keep her head above water… It also left a lot of pent up rage that Libby didn’t exactly know what to do with.

Now that Libby has been kicked out of her house, she doesn’t feel like pretending anymore. She doesn’t feel like being the Classic Beauty - and she doesn’t feel like being the girl next door anymore. Libby wants to push the whole world away… She wants to know who the hell she is inside, but she doesn’t know how to do it around a town who has always known her as something she isn’t. Who should she be now? The QVC addict? The Bitter Brat Who Lives In Leo Walsh’s House? Libby isn’t sure, and she doesn’t know how to go about figuring out. She’s just living on the hinge of breaking down until she does.

SOCIABILITY: Libby used to be the girl who planned birthday parties and social gatherings - everyone knew her, because she was always skipping through Harvey’s house refilling drinks with a smile on her face. High School was Classic Libby Prime Time. She was nice, and sweet, and bubbly ( fake, fake, fake, of course! ) - but it’s been a while since Libby actually smiled… or willingly went to a party. Nowadays, it’s usually Harvey Hargrove himself who is dragging her to social events, and having to convince her to leave the confines of Leo Walsh’s home - and she usually finds a place to hide from the general public. Her friends never really knew her anyway, right? The person that they all knew in High School was someone Libby didn’t know anymore - the girl they had known for the last year was spiraling, and breaking down. Useless.

What is there to miss?

ADDICTIONS: Libby loves her Ritalin, but it’s sort of an open secret that she can’t function without it. She’s been taking it since she was 12! She has a prescription! And nobody sees her pop and extra one in the bathroom halfway through the day anyway, so it’s no big deal. She wouldn’t, like, kill anyone to keep the secret – the Candy Girl probably doesn’t even think it’s important enough to hold over her head - but she’s definitely embarrassed whenever the subject comes up.

FAVORITES

WEATHER: Libby loves the summer. It was always when Maddie came to town, and when Harvey was relaxed enough to spend the day on the boardwalk with her when she begged hard enough. There were always Mystic Cherry shows to linger at - god, would she miss the magic of hearing Mackenzie Walsh’s songs written just for her - and bonfires on the beach. It was always the season of changing up her style with Maddie’s wardrobe - a reprieve from the beiges and browns that Glenda always wrapped her in - and best of all? The sand was warm. Summer is everything to Libby, and it always has been... she’s someone different when the sun comes out overhead. This summer seems to be the exception though. Unfortunately.

COLOR: Cue back to the years of beiges and browns, and you have a girl who doesn’t really know what her favorite color is. Libby thinks she might love yellow, or pink - but sometimes she thinks she loves the way that green makes her skin look, and decides that’s her favorite. Sometimes she spends hours in the dead of night looking at the blue hue of Mackenzie Walsh’s walls, and it reminds her of the sky, and she decides ‘that’s it, that’s my favorite color now,’ but then some pretty shade of red rolls along, and she changes her mind again. Long story short… Libby sort of likes it all? When someone finally lets her loose in a mall she's going to come out looking like a carpet in a roller rink.

MUSIC: Libby grew up listening to worship music - you know, with the occasional reprieve of new wave and hip-hop at Harvey’s house, and pop music galore at Maddie’s. Now she basically listens to late 60′s rock all day with Leo Walsh…? But Libby isn’t sure that she’d call any of those her favorite. Spending time at Blossom Records has, at least, given her the option to start listening to new things: so far? Pat Benetar, Blondie, and Heart are basically always on repeat at Blossom when Libby is behind the counter - and she’ll deny turning it on! But it’s totally growing on her.

MOVIES: Libby only really got to watch movies made before 1963 when she lived with her parents. Maddie and her always spent more time outside and dancing in the living room to worry about watching things on repeat - and Harvey basically hated movies! Living with Leo Walsh, though, has led to Libby being exposed to a multitude of new films, and the one thing they’ve discovered? She hates most of them! Unless she’s totally alone... In which case, she’s watched Star Wars, like, ten times? That’s mainly to understand what Mac likes so much about it though.

FAMILY

LOU LOGAN, FATHER, 47, FINANCIAL ADVISOR TO H.AH. GROUP: Libby and Lou have never really had much of a relationship with each other, despite her being named after him. Glenda always kept a wall up between them - forced the unattachment that she felt with her own husband on her daughter too. She could count the times he’s stood up for her on one hand - she isn’t sure that he’s ever going to speak to her again now that she’s been kicked out - but she also isn’t sure it’s going to hurt him as bad as it might hurt if it were Sabrina. Does she love her father? She isn’t sure. Does he love her? Yes. Libby would probably answer, ‘Maybe,’ if someone asked her opinion on the matter though.

GLENDA LOGAN, MOTHER, 46, LIBRARIAN: Glenda Logan always felt more like playing god than being a mother. She liked her pretty little doll children, and she liked them seen, and not heard… Libby tried to be what Glenda wanted, but maybe that was always why she was her mother’s least favorite. Maybe Glenda liked the fight in Sabrina. Glenda hated everything Savannah wanted to be, but at least she paid attention to her. Libby grew up pretending, and being broken down by her mother, and now that Glenda has tossed her out of her grip… Libby almost feels lost, in a way. She doesn’t really know how to dress herself. She doesn’t really know what she likes. She doesn’t know how to cook, or do her own hair, and Libby knows it’s all Glenda’s doing. Since Glenda kicked her out, their few interactions have been contentious. Glenda drives past the Walsh house to honk in the middle of the night, and Libby has been breaking into the Logan house in the dead of night to steal back her belongings. Glenda has begun to notice - their first screaming match over the theft happened in town square - and it’s only getting worse. Who knows where it’ll all end?

SABRINA LOGAN, SISTER: Glenda always neglected Libby, but Sabrina was always there to fill in the holes in her sister’s hearts as best as she could. When Libby came home with bruises and scrapes, Sabrina was always the one ready with bandaids while Glenda screamed. When Libby had nightmares, or panic attacks - or was sent home without dinner - she could always count on Sabrina to pull her into her bedroom and take care of her, whether that was holding her through the night, or feeding her snacks that were stolen from the kitchen. Libby depended on Sabrina her entire life like a child would depend on a mother, and Sabrina let her… But now that they’re both grown and have gone through the worst? Now that they’re working through the trauma that Glenda sewed into their Doll Children seams? Things are… fractured. Libby is scared of putting her sister through even more disappointment, even if that in itself is disappointing. She doesn’t know how to take care of her sister the way that Sabrina has always taken care of her, and it makes her feel awful, so. For now, Libby has gone down the road of ‘avoid, avoid, avoid!’

LEO WALSH, FATHER-FIGURE, 46: Leo and Libby never interacted that much before Libby and Mackenzie’s Summer of ‘98 - they didn’t interact very much during past the days Libby would hang out in Blossom waiting on Mac, or short little ‘heys!’ in the Mystic Cherry crowds - but when he found her on the curb the night that her mother threw her out? Too distraught to even breathe? He knew he couldn’t leave the kid on the street. She’s been living at his house since February, and though things are still insanely awkward between Mac and Libby - Leo and Libby have settled into a some semblance of a routine. Libby still feels out of place when she eats dinner with him on the couch - sometimes she still feels like she has to ask him to use the washing machine, or if she can turn her music up a little loud ( Leo has obviously never said no to either request ) - but there’s this feeling in her chest that she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. Leo Walsh put a roof over her head, and clothes on her back: he asks her how her day is going, and wants to help her plan for her future. He hugs her when the pink rim around her eyes gives away the silent tears that she had been shedding in her bedroom. It’s everything that Libby ever wanted in a parent - someone who actually cares and pays attention to her. She’s afraid it might mean never making up with Mac or Sabrina... But for right now? Libby isn’t sure she can give it up for anything.

PET(S): Libby has literally never had a pet seeing as Glenda Logan was vehemently against affection. But she thinks she would probably be a cat person. A dog would show her way too much affection, and she’d basically lose her mind if anything happened to it. Better to stick to things with claws and teeth.

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