#our black men need healing

[siredtoyourlips]

Chosen ones

Sirius x Remus x Fem!Reader

Summary~ The aftermath of the war and Y/n Potter daughter of James and Lily Potter and Sister of Harry Potter stayed behind and helped rebuild and heal those who needed help after it, in those two years of staying behind she got closer to Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. What happens when she overhears them talking about something she probably shouldn't have heard?

1.5k words

Warnings~ Small talk about the war, Reader is a nurse, kinda girly ( she wears a skirt), Dirty talk, Threesome, Anal, unprotected sex ( that's a nono), Breading kink ( at the end), James is dead but its still James best friends, kissing, Remus and Sirius kinda fighting over reader, soft sex basically, pet names, my writing, reader got hurt from a belt, Sub!Reader Dom! Remus and Sirius, Kinda begging but not really Reader is about 19-20 and Remus and Sirius are 40.

PSA~ this is never permanently stated but Remus and Sirius are like Lowkey together

Where ever I go there's always eyes glued to me, it's not anything I did per say but its because who I am and the family I was born into.

Two years ago me and my brother defeated the dark lord and the death eaters, they killed friends and family, they ruined our school and traumatized many of us but they didn't take away what was left of our family. We had to make it look like Sirius died so the death eaters would think they had an edge on us, oh were they wrong.

We won and saved people who probably weren't going to be saved like Sirius, Remus, Fred, and Lavender. Every since the war everyone gets along better there's no hateful things said about people with different blood statuses or abilities like there was before.

While Harry went to be an Auror and start his life with Ginny, I stayed behind to help rebuild the castle and help those who were in need, I'm a part-time nurse. I still live with Sirius and Remus or should I say they live with me, I pay the bills but after the war they just wanted to be alone from all the prying eyes and who could blame them. From my parents dying to this day all attention has been on us. It's finally dying down.

Today has been a long day, while so many people are working on building the school there's also so many people getting hurt, I have at least 10 patients a day and today that was tripped. This day is finally ending.

As I walk through the front door I see all the lights off except for one, the living room light. I take my shoes off and walk into the lighted up room and I assume the two men who I've lived with the past two years are on the couch, Remus is wide awake with just a pair of pants on watching some muggle documentary but Sirius is no where to be found .

Remus sees me and waves me over to sit with him, and I do. See the thing is I live with the hottest men ever and it drives me insane especially when they dress like this.

' long day sweetheart?' he asks when I lay my head on his shoulder and I just mumble a 'mhm' and feel him putting a blanket around me. I feel so cozy that I don't realize that I was falling asleep until what I assume is not that later because Remus is watching the same thing but Sirius is on the other side of me rubbing my back, and I feel safe, and I start dozing off again

'how long has she been sleeping?' that's Sirus's voice. ' bout an hour, she fell asleep right after she came home, long day at work'.

'I bet' Sirius mumbles. 'Her short outfits always drives me insane, I swear she does it on purpose' Sirius says and I hear Remus clear his throat before he sits up straight and my head falls and hits his belt. And that's when I really wake up 'ow' I mumble as Remus picks up my head and looks like a deer in headlights, I can tell he feels so bad for moving ' I'm so sorry hunny' he says, clearly tense ' its ok' I say.

Sirius stands up and looks at my head, 'nothing bad love just a little red' he says and takes my hand and says ' lets go to bed, ok?' and I just nod.

They both walk me up stairs and after what I think I heard Sirius say I'm curious as to how Remus feels too so I say, 'can i sleep in your room tonight please?'. and they don't say anything and just open their door and let me come in.

This wasn't a first time thing, I have nightmares frequently and if I don't end up in their bed one or both of them come in mine so I feel more safe after the dream I had. ' How does your head feel' Sirius asks and they both look at my head than at me ' fine, doesn't really hurt at all.

'Im so sorry that you had to wake up to that Y/n'. Remus says and I blurt out ' was kinda awake anyways' rookie mistake Y/n, and they both just look at each other and Sirius asks 'so you heard what we were talking about then?'

I look at him and say 'yeah, didn't mean to but I did' and sirius looked freaked while Remus was the calm one this time. 'Why didn't you say anything' Sirius asks you. 'I dunno, was scared' and they look at each other than back at you 'of what love?' Remus says. You just shrug, you're too tired to do this, so you get up and walk to the door but they both jump right up and stop you sirius closes the door and Remus tilts your head towars him, and with a wave of confidence Remus says 'baby, you gotta tell us what you're thinking' and you do, but have to, theres no way around it. 'I feel that way too' I mumble under my breath and of course they heard it.

'Is that so?' Sirius asks as he walks up to me and picks me up, not giving a single inch of attention to Remus and puts me back on the bed and kisses me without warning. And I let him and if wasn't for Remus yanking Sirius back I don't think the kiss would have ended. It took ten seconds from Sirius kissing me to Remus kissing me.

Remus backs up and just looks at me, his and Sirius's eyes and blown. 'We have to stop, if we don't then I'm going to go all the way' Remus says ' yeah' sirius mumbles.

'I want to go all the way' I say and it doesn't take ten seconds before Sirius's shirt is thrown and I'm laying down with Remus hands going to my shirt taking it off. Then my skirt, and I look over to Sirius and the only thing he has on is his boxers, and you can see how hard he is. Remus now backs up and takes his belt and pants off while Sirius kisses down my neck and reaches his hand down my back and unclips my bra and Remus comes back over and lifts up my ass and takes off my panties.

They both sit back for a minute to look at me, but that miniute ends when Sirius starts rubbing my clit ' that feel good baby, yeah. I bet it does' Sirius whispers into my hear. Remus brings his hand down and starts fingering me. ' shit baby, so tight. How are you ever going to fit me?' he mumbles to himself 'want your cock please' and the second I say that I can tell that they both are about to tackle each other.

Remus stand up and takes his boxers off and out springs the biggest dick I've ever seen. I can't stop staring at it ' you ready baby' Remus says and he lines himself 'mhm' you mumble and he slowly starts stretching you out. And your breath shakes and he notices it ' breath hunny, you got this' and you nod your head and say 'please move' and he does. he goes slow at first but then slowly starts to go faster, and you look over to Sirius who's looking at your tits bouncing, ' want your cock Siri' and he pulls his boxers down and says 'where do you want me baby'

And you think for a second and look at Remus 'please' you say and he looks at you all confused and slows down ' what baby' and you whisper something in his ear and he's grinning ear to ear. He picks you up and walks you around the bed to Sirius and says ' she wants you to take her in her ass' and Sirius doesn't waste a moment before he's going to his drawer and grabbing his lube and making sure it wont hurt as bad

'you ready doll?' he asks and waits for a response ' yeah' and then he very slowly sinks you down on his dick. and slowly starts to move. The faster Remus goes the faster Sirius does and it feels so good. ' OH MY GOD' you moan out. 'Shit' Sirius mumbles as he goes faster and Remus runs your clit ' Shit, fuck DADDY' you scream out and it surprises them both but they don't care who it was directed at, you don't even know who it was at, it doesnt matter.

'Shit, baby you about to cum?' Remus asks and you just nod your head. 'Cum with us sweetheart' Sirius says and you do right before they both cum in you. It felt so good that you blacked out and when you gain control again they're both pulled out and Remus had a warm wet rag against your pussy and ass wiping the mess they made.

'Next time my cum is staying in you baby' Remus says right before you pass out.

[chrollohearttags]

one conversation in particular that annoys me is when black women try to have an honest discussion about how they felt undesired, unprotected, and mistreated by the men of our own race and it’s followed by: “y’all need to just go outside. Black men like black women still.” which is funny because I can promise you my (and every other black girl’s) very first experience with colorism and self hating men was not with some random nigga on Twitter or a boy on TikTok bashing us for views.

it was in my fourth grade class when my only other black classmate was mixed and his white mom told him girls like me weren’t cute. That I was too ‘black’ and ‘nappy headed’ despite her husband being my same shade.

it was in my middle school years when the same three boys tormented me constantly, from making fun of the skin tags on my face to my skin tone (even though one was darker than me) even sitting behind me and calling me ugly every chance they got while uplifting lighter skin and non-blk girls. Running to tap on my shoulder to yell ‘he likes you’ only to run away laughing as some sort of insult.

it was in my sophomore year and I moved to a predominantly yt high school, where the handful of blk boys didn’t even look in my direction and when they did, it was only to help get the attention of my nb friends. Or when a guy tried to attack me and my whole group of friends one more and I was the only one not protected because I was ‘strong enough to fight for myself.’ While they jumped to the aid of the white girls. and when the non-blk boys paid me attention, it was only to fetishize or tell me how I was ‘pretty for a black girl’ and that they’d ‘date me if their parents would approve but knew they wouldn’t.’

it was even older men would hit on me and when I’d turn them down, I’d be told I should be ‘lucky somebody likes my black ass.’

I had to learn from a very young age that this world does not view nor respect us and I didn’t do so from behind a screen. We’re just in an age where we have a platform to collectively voice our opinions and share our experiences in hopes to not only help others but heal and speak about it. So rather than gaslighting and trying to quiet us under the premise that we’re ‘too sensitive’ or ‘chronically online’ try this nice little thing call shutting the fuck up and listening to us. It’s a lot of guys I went to school with who are or have already become fathers and they’re gonna have black children (mixed race or not). Raising sons to think that type of treatment of girls is okay and a daughter who’s going to go through that thinking it’s just a part of growing up. We don’t talk about these things because we want half-assed sorry apologies or to even bash black men. We do it because we want the cycle to stop because no little black girl should feel less than her worth, especially at the hands of the ones who should be looking out for us.

[firerose18991]

Prince! Yuji Itadori x Black fem reader

A/N: Written in the dead of night while watching early 2000’s era fantasy movies(ella enchanted, twitches, shrek lol 0

Fluff, adventure, JJK AU, multipart fic

Written with black curvy/chubby readers in mind but all can enjoy

Honestly this is too cute to be on my page of filth but here we are🤷🏿

Wrd cnt: 2k

Prt 2

Prince Yuji rode across the battlefield on his jet black steed sukuna. His clan had been dominating the war waged by a neighboring kingdom, in a fierce effort to maintain their country’s border. He had been eager to strike up negotiations with them regarding the land dispute but when they had attacked he had no choice but to fight against them.

“Soldiers, we fight to subdue our neighbors, not kill them, remember this! Today will be the last ride!” Yuji shouted over the hoards of men lined in front of him.

He wanted to settle the matter quickly by breaking the spirit of his enemies, not their bodies. But the enemy was relentless even with their lesser numbers. The charge commenced and he flanked one side of the enemies while the commander Kugisaki led the other to surround them and push them out. But the battle was a fierce one. As Yuji charged he displayed incredible feats on the battlefield. They hadn’t been as successful as they had hoped to be but the enemy called a short retreat and fell further back, almost to the border. He turned back to his men looking over the gained land and beaming with pride.

And as he took in the sight his vision faded. His grip was lost on Sukuna and he fell to the ground.

He woke up to the muffled voice around his body.

“He sustained many lacerations, not to mention falling from that tall steed of his. His head is in bad shape.” He opened his eyes to a woman waving an enchanted hand over his body.

She spoke to an empty room (apart from himself), he couldn’t speak to respond to her. The waves of pain from exertion swept over his body as he gained consciousness.

A loud voice from outside the door caught his attention.

“Let me through!” they shouted.

Yuji could never forget the shout of his comrade, Nobara burst through the wooden door.

“Commander I’m sorry but you can’t burst in here.” Another younger nurse cut her off before she could stomp deeper into the room.

“Get out of my way! This is the prince of the kingdom, he's not going to be treated in some scruffy war shack!” She berated the nurse and attempted to push her aside.

“He cannot be moved.” She fought to keep her spot in front of the commander. Impressive considering the commander's strength. “He needs to rest and heal first.” She insisted.

“You will obey my orders as commander of the kingdom.” Nobara barked.

“We are not of your kingdom, we travel treating those stupid enough to start a war!” The nurse yelled back. “Get out, you're disturbing my patients.” The commander relented and the young nurse pushed her out of the room.

“Ahem, my apologies my lady. You requested me?” The young nurse turned to the woman at Yuji’s bedside.

“Hello (Y/N)” She smiled. “Thankyou for dealing with our company. Though maybe next time a bit more tact would be in order.” She rose from her place at Yuji’s bedside.

“This young man is a special task. One I am entrusting to my finest student, see to it he is fully healed and on his way back to his kingdom. So his dreadful guards will leave my encampment.” She sighed and exited the room

“Yes ma’am” You spoke as the door closed behind the head nurse.

After a pause you slowly turned toward the patient in question. His torso was black and blue and his head was already bandaged up. You moved closer to examine and finally noticed the open eyes slightly obscured by the bandaging.

“Oh my.” you gasped and hopped back a bit from the bed. “um I’m sorry I wasn’t aware you were awake. You must be in a lot of pain, this should help.” You pulled a balm from your robe pocket and a spatula to apply to the swollen bumps of skin.

Your touch was like a whisper to the skin and Yuji hardly noticed the application but felt the relief of his muscles as the balm took effect.

“Thank..You.” he struggled out, finally being able to communicate without suffering.

“Don’t speak just yet.” You said softly.

You ran the balm along his neck next to allow him to rest comfortably for the day.

“Now all you need is some rest.” Your words fell on deaf ears as he had already passed out,having exhausted himself.

The next day Yuji had woken up to you buzzing around his room moving around soiled bandaging from his bedside.

“He-Hello.” He stuttered abit taking due to his dehydration.

“Hello.” You turned around with a bright smile.

The sun flooded the room around you, bouncing off your brown skin like a blanket of light. Had he seen it yesterday he wouldve mistaken you for a angel. He stared for a bit, forgetting his pain and absentmindedly moving to leave the bed.

“Oh no please...Don’t move yet. You must take the time to heal.” You rushed over and moved his arm back into bed. Taking into account how defined his muscles were.

“Heh, can I trouble you for some water.” He smiled slightly then wincing at the pain.

“Yes, of course.” You swayed out of the room and returned with a pitcher.

You sat on the side of his bed.

“I’m going to use some more healing ointment on you before I give you the water. It’ll make it easier to drink” You said to Yuji.

Again your feather light touches graced his skin. This time his nerves were not overcome by pain and he felt the true skill through your application. You then reacched for the pitcher and held it to his mouth slowly tipping water for him to drink. You focused on making sure the water didn't spill onto his bandaged body.

“Is that enough?” you said pulling the pitcher from his lips.

“Yes.” Yuji said, the ghost of a smile could be seen on his face.

“Now bare with me, I need to make sure your airway is clear at all times.” You said

Your fingers pressed to his neck with more pressure than before earning a flinch from the prince.

“I’m sorry.” you pulled your fingers back a bit. “I’ll put less pressure.”

“No, I’m just not used to feeling this weak. I’ve never been this heavily wounded.”

“Well I heard you fought off 100 soldiers at once, all by yourself. Surely you’d expect some injury.” You jest.

“It was more like 80 men.” Yuji played off your compliments.

Your shared eye contact lingered until you reminded yourself to check his airway. His pulse was strong and breathing with no obstructions.

“I bet you’ll get back to your fight in no time.” You began to get up from the bed.

"The stupid fight?" He questioned your earlier statements.

You turned around with a shocked and embarrassed look.

"I didn't mean-uh- there is nothing trivial about your fight." You stammered over your words hoping to not have offended the prince.

"It's alright. I agree it's a stupid war." Yuji's face fell serious. "I hope to end it as fast as possible."

You continued spending your time solely focusing on the prince and in two weeks time he had made remarkable progress.

Today you swished through the encampment to deliver food to him.

"Good morn- Yuji, you can't be out of bed!” You came into the room to see the prince standing by the back curtain looking over the bustling camp.

“Well obviously I can.” He flashed the devilish teeth you'd come to love. “And it's all thanks to you.”

You braced yourself for his charm, squaring your shoulders you ventured over to him. “I'm not a miracle worker, you still need rest.”

You guided him back to his bed, not daring to look up at the light brown pools fixed atop your head. Every morning since he could speak the two of you sat together and chatted as there wasn't much for either of you to do.

The two of you had gotten to know each other well. You learned that Yuji was born outside the palace and had only learned he was in the line of succession a few years prior. As such he wasn't used to people calling him prince and insisted on his friends not using his title of prince. He was interested in your travels as your clan had provided aid to many wars across the land and you had been to many different parts of the country. You informed him of your favorite stops and places that were now at peace and free to visit if he wished to.

"What else do you enjoy?" Yuji asked you.

His hands rested on your hips as they had found a familiar home there whenever the two of you had your talks. You laid right next to him and against your wishes he would always roll over to face you while you talked.

"I love music. You don't hear it a lot when you're always near wars but sometimes if you stay long enough, till the end of the conflict, you'll hear music from celebrations."

"Do you dance?" He perked up his head excitedly only to be met by your gentle hand placing him back down on the pillow.

"Of course,whenever I can." You laughed

"Then one day we'll dance together, yes?" He looked up at you

"I'd like that." You sighed.

After a month of caring for Yuji, the time was coming for him to travel back to his kingdom. His recovery time astonished all the nurses from your clan but he always played it off saying he just got the best nurse for the job. As the time grew closer for him to leave you began to feel less happy about him returning to his home, without you. It also filled you with a bit of shame as a healer, your job was to get people home safely from battle, but here you were wishing for a few more weeks spent with Yuji.

“(Y/N)?” Yuji called out to you. You had been checking up on the status of the wounds he received. All were almost completely healed and scarred or faded.

“Hm” You hummed in response.

“You seem distracted today. Are you tired?” Yuji had a face of concern. He hoped that the constant care he required this past month hadn’t caught up to you.

“No, no. I am distracted but not tired.” You continued to place the light bandages around nim.

“What are you thinking about?” He pulled your hands from his bandages and let them pool around his torso.

“It seems the conflict between your clan and the other has calmed down a lot. We see less soldiers being hurt each day. It means we’ll be moving on soon.” You looked away from Yuji as you informed him of your inevitable departure.

You didn’t see the expression on Yuji's face as you told him the news. He wasn't sad or even overly worried but he was determined to stay with you. It felt like a battle almost, the same determination that saved his clan’s land would keep you in his life for as long as the two of you wished.

"Would you also like to move on to the next land's war?"

"Well if I'm quite honest I've had my fill of wars witnessed. But there will be people who need us" The reason you had left your clan's home lands to help in these wars was to be able to help people with the medical abilities you inherited.

"Your clan's work is truly miraculous. We haven't known a decent healer in years on this half of the continent. It's selfish of me but I would have asked you to become the royal physician." His gaze held focus on you.

"I would have to earn status before I could accept an offer like that."

"How would you do that?"

"My teacher, the head nurse…she would have to approve a promotion for me. I don't know if I've impressed her enough to get that."

"Well maybe I should steal you away" he gathered you up I'm his strong arms and pulled you to his chest.

You sighed, if you weren't so prideful you'd let him. But you had your own goal of being a healer and you couldn't abandon that, not even for your favorite patient

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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: What can I say at this point? It’s all out war….

Word Count: 1,8K

Notes: Yep, Y/N’s speech was taken from Theseus speech from the movie Immortals, sue me

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The extent of Hybern’s army was terrifying, thousands of men gathered to kill whoever dared to stand in their way. But as Y/N watched their troops, blue, golden, orange, black and yellow, all the armies from seven High Lords, she knew they had a chance.

Vivianne, the soon to be High Lady of Winter, held the human girl, Briar, in her arms. Evanore was around them, petting and talking to the white bears the army had. The atmosphere felt almost peaceful as they got ready for the battle.

It took two days to transport the whole army, going directly against Hybern. They had moved again, and they all came to the conclusion that Hybern was clearly postponing the battle, after all, he couldn’t get what Nesta took from the cauldron back, and now that she had more control over her power, he was probably scared of what she could do.

And now, they were ready to face that army, a few kilometres from where they originally planned to meet them. The witches have been draining power from the earth for a few hours, and the army was resting until it was time to face each other.

This time, Rune and the others would join, healing would have to wait, as all the force was necessary in that battlefield. They had also transported any human near the battle to Adriata where princess Cresseida was taking care of them.

Feyre and Amren had a plan to stop the cauldron and the army, needing to get close enough to touch it. And they’re also getting ready to release Bryaxis on that army. She hasn’t seen Feyre in a while. But she had checked on Elain, she was still afraid but wasn’t hurt.

The inner circle reunited, exchanging their comforting words to each other, some prayed to the mother, the witches kept to themselves but Y/N held her sword, in front of the NightFall.

“I am one of you, I share your blood and I share your fear.” The female yelled, her voice reaching the quiet soldiers. “But to run now, we offer our souls and the souls of the innocent to a terrible darkness.” One by one, the soldiers from her army started to hit their shields with their swords, the music echoing through the camp. Until every one who held a shield joined.

“We must stand and fight, their numbers count for nothing in that battlefield.” More chanting. “They are cowards, they hide behind their masks, they bleed like you and I.” She yelled even louder. Azriel watched with pride filling his senses as his mate encouraged the whole army. “Listen to me! Stand your ground! Fight for your honour!” The swords slammed against the shield. “Fight for the man beside you! Fight for those who bore you! Fight for your children! Fight for your future! Fight for your name! Survive!”

With her sword pointed to the army who gathered near the beach, waiting for the bloodbath, she yelled one more time.

“Let us write history with Hybern’s blood.” The soldiers behind her roared their fury, and they marched to the war.

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Battle happened everywhere, metal clashing against metal, the sounds of man dying filled her senses, so overwhelming and bone chilling, but she swallowed any trace of fear, going on her killing spree.

Bryaxis had just joined, the endless shadow passed by her, hummed in greetings to her. She could see Azriel in the skies, Rhysand’s power in huge waves, everyone who had magic in their blood used how they could.

The witches formed a unity, walking together, using both magic and their weapons to kill. Eris was behind Evanore, his eyes tracking her every move, Y/N felt her heart swell with happiness, she didn’t have to worry about her.

Her magic flared in strikes, men falling to the ground whenever they touched it. The necklace kept shining between her breasts, indicating that Azriel was alright. And when she couldn’t reach with magic, her sword was finding its target.

Everything was happening so fast, the three figures, The Bone Craver, Bryaxis and The Weaver killed hundreds in their path, the soldiers from Hybern were slowly being erased from the earth.

Trumpets sounded somewhere to the north, and Y/N watched from in between the commotion, three more armies joined, a green one from Spring Court, another orange one, Beron walked with more soldiers, Eris’s brothers mounting horses from in between the army, fire blazed and something exploded. The third army was made from humans.

The ash poison was burning in blue flames, giving them an advantage since now they didn’t have more poison to use, Y/N roared in excitement as she beheaded a male in front of her.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Too tired, she felt too tired, her muscles burned, she wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Blood soaked her hair and clothes.

She heard someone screaming for Cassian, she saw him flying to where Nesta stood at the top of the hill. And where he was mere seconds ago, the soldiers that stayed, were erased from the skies, as the King used the cauldron. The next shot was closer to his army than hers, and she concluded that he didn’t care about his soldiers, sacrificing them to get what he needed.

It was then that another trumpet sounded, and this time she was sure it didn’t belong to them. Azriel landed by her side, her shadows protecting them from anyone who tried to get close.

“They have a fucking armada. I saw Tarquin going there but there’s no way he can get rid of them alone.” He warned.

“Fuck!” Y/N cursed, and he felt someone approaching them. His eyes landed on the blonde male from the Bloody Moon ritual, the one who had upset her.

“Look at what we have here, the bastard and his bitch.” Luther spat. “I was looking for you.” He pointed at her.

“This is going to be good.” Azriel smilled.

Y/N stepped out of the shadows removing her helmet and retrieving them, she wanted to kill him with her pure force, not with her magic. She assumed a fighting instance, discarding her sword and going for a dagger instead.

“Hopefully your uncle is waiting for you in hell.” The male lunged for her, she spun to the side, getting out of the way, the sword cut the air, and she kicked him. His swords clashed against her dagger, and he punched her nose, blood pouring out of it.

“How does it feel?” She asked. “To always be beneath me? Never being able to be better than me, even if you tried so fucking hard.” He aimed for her once more, and she dodged, sweat ran down her forehead as she kept dodging and punching him sometimes.

They were both bloodied and panting. “Having to see everyone choose me, over and over again? Knowing you would never be good enough and that your name didn’t matter.” Luther screamed in fury. “That I earned my position and that a simple female will always be better than you.”

Luther descended his sword upon her, she rolled on the ground, quickly getting to her feet and impaling him with her dagger. Blood poured from his mouth. She held his shoulder, her eyes boring into his as life slowly faded from his body.

“It’s a shame that you chose this, we would be really good friends.” The male groaned and she let him fall. Turning to Azriel, he pulled her close to him.

“It’s okay now.” He reassured her, handing her the helmet and saying his goodbye, flying back to the battle.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“The people from our court can see better in the dark, one of the perks of being born in the shadows.” Azriel thought, finding her again after twenty minutes apart. Her words ringed in his head, clear as the bright sky above his head. The plan formed in his mind and something in his chest told him that she would understand without the need of communications. So he did.

His wings flapped faster, making him go higher in the sky, so high that he could almost touch the sun, his syphons glowed, a bright cobalt light coming from them as his shadows moved in awe, waiting for what he was about to do. He knew where she was, and with all his power singing in his veins, his shadows descending upon the earth, engulfing her and at least 20 soldiers from Hybern that were surrounding her. The last thing he saw was the smirk on her face as the shadows covered their bodies until they disappeared in the black mist.

She felt them before she saw them, her sword hitting another one, as she defended herself, from the corner of her eyes, she saw the black shadows behind her, eager to get to her, brushing her face in between her helmet as they formed a dome around her and the enemy’s soldiers. She blinked, her eyes easily adjusting to the dark, she was quick to end with the man she was already in a fight with, while the others walked around in the dark, trying to see something.

They stumbled around blindly wandering, not being able to leave the mist wall that surrounded them. She smirked, walking around, her feet silent as she walked on the soft grass, the first, she cut his abdomen open with her sword, the armour they were using not that effective against the weapon that the witches had blessed, her blade screeched as she dragged it against the metal, cutting through it like butter, the man screamed in agony, the blood splashing on her own armour, the others assumed a defensive stance, not knowing where to aim or what to expect.

She ran, silent as a ghost, all the soldier could feel was the slightly change in the wind and the whistle of her sword, the weapon sharp, cutting through the air and the flesh of one of the soldiers, his head flying away as she already got ready to defend the blind blows they tried to land, their bodies bumped into each other, the metal cackling as they did so. She pierced the skull of one of them, with her dagger while her sword pierced the chest of another.

One by one, they fell, their blood running down her armour was the only resemblance of that they were even alive someday, she walked out of the shadows, the mist dissipating behind her, the blood pooled around the bodies, their horrid expressions marred their faces forever as she walked away. Azriel knew she could do it, but he couldn’t help the pride that filled his chest as he saw her walking out, blood covering her from head to toe, she looked in his direction. And that was when she felt it.

The bond snapping into place.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Tagging: @allison-rosewood-maximoff @devilsfoodcake22 @fieldofdaisiies @valeridarkness @brekkershadowsinger @margssstuff @patdsinner33 @justdreamstars

[kaurwreck]

"there was no reason/no point to that scene" / "that has nothing to do with her ability" the point is that yosano akiko penned erotic tanka with the same hand, heart, and wit with which she penned women are plunder and you shall not be killed, brother. the point is that anger and passion and eroticism and ardent love for life need not be wholly distinct.

bones, differently from but similar to the manga and light novels, intertwines yosano's healing and eroticism as facets of her passions. her fervency for the sanctity of life, her purring affection for viscera, and her lust comingle because they are not wholly separable, their roots entangling in the core of who she is.

in her own words:

Friends, please don't ask whatever remains of love. And don't preach to me. Let our poetry endure. It is the cross we bear.

***

Ignoring the ways of right or wrong, eternal life or lasting fame, we turn to face each other, loved and lover, face to face.

***

In return for all the sins and crimes of men, the gods created me with glistening long black hair and pale, inviting skin.

[from A River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko]

[urfavnegronerd]

a little rant while im on break at my job

okay i know we're supposed to like ghostflower ships but i... i have some thoughts.

i see the love and lust between those two in into the spiderverse, miles is so giggly around gwen and gwen is slightly less unhinged (you ALL know what im getting at, love her but our good sis gwen is.... *hand motion*) etc. allat good stuff.

but i can't see that happening especially w the events of atsv, like there's definitely room for patching up the relationship but anything romantic between the two would feel forced as fuck i feel like. and maybe that's just me being an intensely passionate empath who likes to act like a nonchalant lil asshole, but still. i LOVE gwen, sony set her up beautifully for an amazing character arc that i'm so excited to see in the next one. HOWEVER, also this could just be me being an annoying little afro latina shit, she's not coming back from opening the collectible, going through miles' sketchbook w/o permission, and the shoes on the bed. that doesn't mean i HATE her i just can't look at her the same.

now a bitch is biased because black love is forever 🔛🔝, but also in the comics and video game miles has a black love interest. there was definitely also THE connection w/ miles and margo (however i'm also kinda in favor of prowlerbyte anyway--), and lil old me in the theatre was loosing it. i think that staying true to the aspect of black love interests is also going to be so important for the community, both comic/video game fans and black fans alike, mainly because of how black men interact with black women. speaking from experience i can't even count how many times i wanted to be the short lil white girl with blue eyes and blonde hair instead of the tall and awkward black girl with the wide nose and corkscrew curls. now here's where i think my personal bias kind of skews my opinion on this, but this franchise has been so important to SO many people. again speaking from experience, when i saw miles in atsv with the EXACT same hair texture as me i almost cried because no one in the history of ever has animated my kind of hair right and miles' hair was right. on top of this i saw so many little black boys practically tripping and falling in anticipation to see this movie in theatres. so i think i favor miles having a relationship with a black girl because this will reach such a new audience and possibly open doors for black men and boys to start treating black somebody and girls with respect. because if these little boys in the theatre see their like, idol for lack of a better word, treating black women and girls with respect i think then there's gonna be an aspect of healing within that.

i'm not really sure how well i'm communicating this, but i don't really think i can fully get behind the ghostflower ship. to me it feels really fucking forced in a way that kinda icks me out, however this is not to say i won't absolutely love the shit out of these two if it happens. in a way, this franchise feels like something the black community needs in several ways. like yeah this shit is pro black but FULLY pro black, not pro-black but anti gay, trans, or whatever the fuck. it shows blackness in a new way, artsy and nerdy but also really fucking cool at the same time and i never fucking got that as a little kid. like i kid you not the other black kids in school would call me a wanna be white girl. and to see someone with similar interests as me just sort of opens the world up??? like i visited my older sister at school in the dmv while wearing a spiderverse hoodie, and people actually wanted to talk to me about it!!! like not ina "oh i like ur sweatshirt ma" type thing like a "omg you like this movie too??" type thing and i just--

yeah i def strayed from the topic, but i hope our baby does get his lil black girl (or his lil gwen, from a big sisters perspective i don't hate her as a prospective partner i just think that there would need to be a clear breakdown in the difference of cultures. for example i was taught that anytime you meet anyone formally (like a parent or something) you shake their hand and or go in for a hug and kiss BOTH cheeks and talk about their home their clothes or whatever) but for like the sake of authenticity (sorry to be that asshole but come ON) but like.... flowerbyte 🥰🥰

did this make sense i feel like i word vomited like a bitch, idk maybe i'm projecting my personal shit into a franchise i really like

[eruherdiriel]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how Jon knows what it's like to be burned. With his hand, he doesn't feel it in the moment but that's probably adrenaline more than anything else.

"You do not look well. How is your hand?" "Healing." Jon flexed his bandaged fingers to show him. He had burned himself more badly than he knew throwing the flaming drapes, and his right hand was swathed in silk halfway to the elbow. At the time he'd felt nothing; the agony had come after. His cracked red skin oozed fluid, and fearsome blood blisters rose between his fingers, big as roaches. "The maester says I'll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before." "A scarred hand is nothing. On the Wall, you'll be wearing gloves often as not." It was not the thought of scars that troubled Jon; it was the rest of it. Maester Aemon had given him milk of the poppy, yet even so, the pain had been hideous. At first it had felt as if his hand were still aflame, burning day and night. Only plunging it into basins of snow and shaved ice gave any relief at all. Jon thanked the gods that no one but Ghost saw him writhing on his bed, whimpering from the pain.

-AGOT, Jon VIII

And then there's the scene of his wound getting cauterized. Which, yeah, he's otherwise injured and just escaped the wildlings, experiencing a lot of physical pain and internal turmoil, etc., etc. Still:

Maester Aemon sniffed Jon's wound again. Then he put the bloody cloth back in the basin and said, "Donal, the hot knife, if you please. I shall need you to hold him still." I will not scream, Jon told himself when he saw the blade glowing red hot. But he broke that vow as well. Donal Noye held him down, while Clydas helped guide the maester's hand. Jon did not move, except to pound his fist against the table, again and again and again. The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it, a child whimpering in the dark. Ygritte, he thought, when the stench of burning flesh was in his nose and his own shriek echoing in her ears. Ygritte, I had to. For half a heartbeat the agony started to ebb. But then the iron touched him once again, and he fainted.

-ASOS, Jon VI

This doesn't even touch on how he feels about the R'hollor crew and stories of people intentionally being burned. Whether he's there when King's Landing burns or hears about it, he will be able to empathize with the people of the city. There will be survivors, some with burns like on his hand and some with way worse. There won't be enough milk of the poppy for everyone. There will be men, women, children, soldiers, civilians, and old people burned and screaming in pain. Before KL burns, Jon will have heard about the other places DT has been as well. They're not gonna be pals.

But there will be conflict in his interactions with DT. Jon fiddles with his hands when he's conflicted or distressed:

Jon's breath misted the air. If I lie to him, he'll know. He looked Mance Rayder in the eyes, opened and closed his burned hand. "I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace."

-ASOS, Jon II

Lots of examples from AGOT, when his hand is still freshly burned and in more pain:

"Grief and noise," Mormont grumbled. "That's all they're good for, ravens. Why I put up with that pestilential bird … if there was news of Lord Eddard, don't you think I would have sent for you? Bastard or no, you're still his blood. The message concerned Ser Barristan Selmy. It seems he's been removed from the Kingsguard. They gave his place to that black dog Clegane, and now Selmy's wanted for treason. The fools sent some watchmen to seize him, but he slew two of them and escaped." Mormont snorted, leaving no doubt of his view of men who'd send gold cloaks against a knight as renowed as Barristan the Bold. "We have white shadows in the woods and unquiet dead stalking our halls, and a boy sits the Iron Throne," he said in disgust. The raven laughed shrilly. "Boy, boy, boy, boy." Ser Barristan had been the Old Bear's best hope, Jon remembered; if he had fallen, what chance was there that Mormont's letter would be heeded? He curled his hand into a fist. Pain shot through his burned fingers. "What of my sisters?"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

When Jon had been Bran's age, he had dreamed of doing great deeds, as boys always did. The details of his feats changed with every dreaming, but quite often he imagined saving his father's life. Afterward Lord Eddard would declare that Jon had proved himself a true Stark, and place Ice in his hand. Even then he had known it was only a child's folly; no bastard could ever hope to wield a father's sword. Even the memory shamed him. What kind of man stole his own brother's birthright? I have no right to this, he thought, no more than to Ice. He twitched his burned fingers, feeling a throb of pain deep under the skin. "My lord, you honor me, but—"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

Jon raised the hood of his heavy cloak and gave the horse her head. Castle Black was silent and still as he rode out, with Ghost racing at his side. Men watched from the Wall behind him, he knew, but their eyes were turned north, not south. No one would see him go, no one but Sam Tarly, struggling back to his feet in the dust of the old stables. He hoped Sam hadn't hurt himself, falling like that. He was so heavy and so ungainly, it would be just like him to break a wrist or twist his ankle getting out of the way. "I warned him," Jon said aloud. "It was nothing to do with him, anyway." He flexed his burned hand as he rode, opening and closing the scarred fingers. They still pained him, but it felt good to have the wrappings off.

-AGOT, Jon IX

Not until he was well beyond the village did Jon slow again. By then both he and the mare were damp with sweat. He dismounted, shivering, his burned hand aching. A bank of melting snow lay under the trees, bright in the moonlight, water trickling off to form small shallow pools. Jon squatted and brought his hands together, cupping the runoff between his fingers. The snowmelt was icy cold. He drank, and splashed some on his face, until his cheeks tingled. His fingers were throbbing worse than they had in days, and his head was pounding too. I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

-AGOT, Jon IX

[marice23top]

CHAPTER 2 -Prowler Miles X Deadpool ( fem) Reader

Taglist: @bath1lda @niktwazny303​ @sorryi-mtrash

Jackerman Parker

 A man I haven't seen in years, the man who had done the worst thing to me and to my Lover life. Our lives were ruined because of this man.

The man who gave me my dumb powers, and the man who…

 The helped framed  the Murderer of…

Captain Jefferson Davis

                                                     THE EVENT 

“Welcome all and welcome to the new society. I Jackerman, am here to tell you how we plan to overrun Fisk tower and destroy the company to become the biggest and strongest group in Brooklyn '' Jackerman states to the crowd of old Fisk workers. “ I understand what Fisk has ruined our lives and it's time to take all that power away from him  starting today we will be the new rulers!!” he yells as the crowd of villains yell with excitement, not ready to know they will all be either hospitalized or dead by the end of this Event.

In the crowd only two people were not cheering; they looked as if they wanted to rip the man on stage, head off his body and throw it to the moon.

“You ready “ “ready as i'll ever be” As she states this she cocks her gun and starts to lift it up as he places his gauntlet on his arm charging it up. “Let's get this party started” she says smirking at the boy before shooting the two man in front of her dead in their heads.

“ Two done many to go” she says, but at the sound of a gunshot all the men in the crowd turn to only see the girl with two machine guns instead of the smaller guns she had.

“WHO”S READY TO PARTY '' as she yells she starts the guns and starts to laugh at the dying group's misfortune.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” but within twenty seconds most of the men were dead and the machine guns were out of bullets. With that the men who lived under the master gun get up and grab their  weapons ready to attack. She sees this and starts to move back into a darker part of the event  Yelling “PROOWWWLEEERRR, IT'S YOUR TURN TO HAVE SOME FUN!!!” before getting shot in the head and falling to the ground.

But once the men turned to see who shot her, the man's head who shot her was grabbed and skull was crushed. All that is left is a dark purple figure standing there. “Time to meet yalls end” said a dark voice from the person, before sprinting to the group and  killing  each and every one of them. 

While this was happening Mr. Parker was trying to find some way to escape the building after seeing that girl get shot and another killer coming, he knew they were both after him. As he makes it to the door he finally thinks he has freedom only to hear.

“Mr.Jackermmaaannn, where are you going you can’t leave yet me and my friend upstairs have some questions for you” that voice of a young girl, the same voice as the girl who was shot not just a while ago in the head early. 

‘How, how can this be when I saw her get killed… no it can’t be her’ he thinks to himself, terror filling his eyes as he sees the girl with a bullet wound in her head that seemed to be healing, but also to the face of the girl, a face he couldn’t forget.

“Come on, Jackerman, don't fight me. Me and  that guy upstairs really need to talk to you, mostly him though” she tells him smiling up at him with death in her eyes. But when he makes no way to move she knows what she has to do. She looks at him before looking up and then whistling up to the person above.

 And that's when he blacked out.

                  THE BASEMENT OF A OLD LABORATORY

“Wakey,wakkeey Jackerman we have some questions” says the girl looking down at the man tied to the structure of the building.

He opens his eyes to see not only the girl with magically no bullet wound in her head anymore, but a new member whose purple glowing eyes seemed to be glaring into his soul looking for purpose to kill him off right now.

“WHERE AM I, LET ME GO!” he yells at them but counties, “WHO ARE YOU TWO!!”

“You don't remember me mister Jackermen? I mean you the reason I'm here right now and him oh, he wants to kill you, but we need something about a certain man” The girl says still smiling at him like they were friends but in her eyes you can see the true emotion in them.

“Do you know Jefferson Davis the man you legally helped kill and to be honest my buddie up there really needs to know” she says to him pointing up to the parched being with glowing eyes.

“I do but I only tell you if you both tell me your names, '' Jackerman asked with fear as he wanted to know who they were, but not thinking that if they told him he was going to have to die now.

“OK!” The girl says liking to make him remember and to tell them later about why they had to ask them the question in the first place.

“Im Y/n Fisk you might remember me, you tortured me when I was younger and then experimented on me turning me into an unkillable being. And that guy up there is Miles, SAY HI MILES'' Y/n explains who they are with a wide grin seeing the terror on his face grow even more because he remembered and  Miles drooping down to get right in the mans face, that's when Y/n knew that this was now Miles turn to ask more about the killer of his father. So she looked at him and moved to the side of the room, watching Miles torture people was kinda hot.

                                  AFTER THE TORTURING

“Y/n” “ hmm yes' ' he didn't kill him but he gave me a lead on who” “oh that's great ... He's dead ""yep mission over, cmon  Princesa Hermosa, Vamos a casa juntas ""YEAAAAHHHH!!!”

Princesa Hermosa —-> Beautiful princess

Vamos a casa juntas —---> Let's go home together 

(Changed the main story a bit that miles dad wasn’t killed by trying to save some and getting crushed, but to trying to save someone and getting murder like uncle ben>):

[velvet4510]

“My Heart Will Go On” has been played and replayed so often that it’s commonly considered cliche at this point to associate it with anything outside of Titanic, to apply the beautiful message within its stunning lyrics and Celine’s angelic voice to another story or specifically another couple.

But I must admit how the song screams Tolkien to me.

The ages of the world go by, and even as things change and disappear, spirits endure. Elves fade from our world, but endure in the West. Dwarves and hobbits disappear from history, but continue on in the shadows where we can never see them. Men rise and prosper. All their hearts do go on.

And more specifically, look at all the Elves - Círdan, Elrond, and Galadriel especially - who persevere and continue to be strong after enormous personal losses and struggles and destructions. Look at how the Númenorean survivors move forward after the loss of their homelands and build new homes. Look at how the Dwarves never truly lose hope of regaining Erebor and Moria, and eventually do both successfully. Look at how the hobbits evolve after the Scouring, replanting the Shire to make it more beautiful than ever before, accepting a working class gardener as their Mayor and crafting new libraries and records. Look at how Tom Bombadil and Goldberry spend all the ages of the world living happily together in their little forest, regardless of what occurs outside their home. All their hearts go on.

Look at how Bilbo and Sam each lose the respective loves of their lives (Thorin and Frodo) but each move forward, opening up to new loves in their families - Bilbo finds joy again with Frodo, Sam finds joy again with Rosie and their children - passing on their stories to the next generation, and going off to find peace in the Blessed Realm. Their hearts go on.

Look at how Frodo loses so much of himself because of the Ring, but rather than lie down and die, accepts Arwen’s gift and sails West to seek the self-care and healing that he needs. His heart goes on.

Look at how Éowyn loses every parental figure she’s ever had, survives years of sexual harassment and oppression, goes through a depression, experiences the horrors and NDEs of war … and emerges stronger and wiser than ever into a new life of love, bliss, growth, and healing. Her heart goes on.

Look at how Faramir endures years of mistreatment by his own dad and the absence of his mom, loses the only family member who ever truly valued him, is touched by the Black Breath … and survives to flourish in a new position, rebuild a broken realm, and find true love. His heart goes on.

Look at how Legolas watches almost all of his mortal friends die, but chooses to move on to the place where he can endure and not fade, carrying all his cherished memories with him. His heart goes on.

It’s actually a beautiful thing to think about.

[channieandhisgoonsquad]

Told you that you shouldn't play along with my horny deluluism, Ivry. Now deal with the consequences:

I'm in no rush for this one or any other I make, so take the time you need.

Our sugar daddy vampire AU, when they bite her for the first time (whatever is during sex or not it's up to you)

Love you my soulmate 😘😘

I LOVE YOU TOO BABY DOLL 😘♥️

Warnings: Blood, oral (male receiving), fingering, pain, toxins, penetration (female receiving), butt stuff, wounds, double penetration, contracts, vampires, jealousy

Comment: @lyramundana's word is my command. It took a while to finish this because I don't know... lol.

Proud Vampires

The sun had set on the city you were new to, but that didn't mean you were going to sleep. You were alive and ready for the next events of the night. Both of your sugar daddies were holding onto one of your arms, making sure nothing happened to you in the next twenty minutes as you made it back to their elegant apartment.

You always felt so taken care of when they were with you, and tonight was so special that they were extra clingy. Besides the Prada that you were wearing, you had diamonds glamorizing your neck and brought all attention to what you assumed they were most excited about.

After two weeks of them treating you like their baby girl, you were being escorted by them and two guards to sign the paperwork and make it official. Your trial run was so smooth that you felt like you were dreaming the entire time. They were perfect gentlemen and exuded elegance everywhere they went.

As they treated you like their best friend, they continued being the prettiest couple in every room they entered. To the outside world, it was two beautiful gay men in a loving relationship hanging out with their best female friend; that wasn't too far from the truth as far as you were concerned.

But when they confessed to you, at the dark club you had run into them multiple times, that they were also into some kinky shit you got excited.

The two confessed to being vampires.

Being very familiar with the kinky side of sex and the darker scene, you were not phased. Well, that was until they took you into their private booth in the back and Han showed you his fangs popping out of his gums and bit down on his man's neck.

You were intrigued.

And now, you were at their dining room table with lawyers surrounding you and the two men you had grown attached to at the opposite end observing.

The head lawyer explained all the rules and made sure you agreed to each part individually, allowing room for discussion or further interpretation between you and your friends. They were as kind as ever to you, making sure you were comfortable with your allowance, your accommodations at their abode, and how frequently they would be feeding.

Once everything was signed, they took you to the basement for the first feeding. The two gods had showed you this room before. It was mostly deep red and black, to fit the aesthetic of their whole house, but with sterility being key considering the open wounds that would occur and your obvious humanity.

They sat you onto a leather chair, a similar chair to that of a tattoo studio, but much more luxurious. After you were reclined comfortably, they asked you sweetly where you would like the first punctures to be; healing will be pristine but takes a week.

"Let's go big and do my neck first, I know you guys borrowed that necklace for a reason. But if one of you wants to surprise me, that's fine too!" You smiled at the eager men at the mention of the trophy that had adorned your glorious neck. Your outfit was a plain black t-shirt with sweatpants now, one of similar outfits that had been purchased with the idea being they may be one time use.

Minho ushered his beautiful partner to have the first taste. Han didn't fight him at all, as he walked up to your figure and turned your face away for ease of access. He was mesmerized by the way your muscles changed the contour and showed him his target with clarity.

As he sunk in, you at first hissed at the sensation, but soon felt something else overcome you; arousal. When a vampire bites into their victim, there is a toxin that is released from their spit that makes the bitten feel lustful, instead of pain. For ease of consumption and possible murder.

The men had already told you of the effect their saliva has when it goes into someone's blood stream, but that didn't make you anymore overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations that were impacting you currently.

While he took his fill, which wasn't a lot to sustain him for a few days they had mentioned on the contract, you whimpered and felt your back arch off the seat. Your arms had a mind of their own, as they started reaching for your sweats and you tore them off; feeling way too hot from the toxin doing its thing.

As soon as they were at you ankles from all your kicking, Minho took them off the rest of the way for you. You stared him down as you continued squirming. His eyes seemed darker than normal, and you wondered if it was a play of the lighting. But, honestly, he seemed turned on. And was that a semi he was harboring in his leather pants?

There was one last major component of the contract that was flooding your brain now.

'If any of the party develop an attraction towards the other, and is consensual, it is allowed to be enjoyed.'

You had been confused at first, thinking that the men were gay, but they clarified to you right then that they were, in fact, both proud bisexual men that had been known to add anyone to their escapades, regardless of their gender identification.

And now, you were face to face with the devil himself, and wanted nothing more than to go to hell and experience all the dark and fun things they have to offer.

"Min- ughhhh oh god - Min I know you want to touch me. Please do." You groaned lightly as the arousal continued washing over your entire being. As you slowly moved your fingers down your torso towards your legs, the man watching took a few steps to stand above you.

"You want me? Is that the poison in your blood talking, or you?" He wondered as he ran a knuckle over you upper knee, and watched in amusement at your reaction.

You hummed loudly, trying to keep your appearance looking like you were under control. If you were being honest, which this intensity made you feel like you were shot up with truth serum, it was all you, "Come on... Everyone knows how hot you two are, even a blind man would be able to- oh my god Han are you almost done?"

Han laughed from his spot, his nose releasing a huff of air on your neck and sending chills up your spine and making you dizzy, "Baby, I can stop for you if you'd like? I was close."

"OH I'm already close, Ji." You rolled your eyes at the feeling of him removing his fangs. "Why does it feel like you just pulled out?" You squirmed at the emptiness, and the two men both snickered quietly at your reactions still.

"So dirty. Our explicit dinner seems to have no fear of saying what she likes, does she?" Your eyes were squeezed shut and you couldn't process who said what.

The thing that drew you out of your trance, was the feeling of two more fangs sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh. There was no holding back as you released a scream worthy of all horror movies. But there was no mistake if anyone watched your face that you were in pure ecstasy.

"How can I help?" Han asks as he wipes the hair off your sweaty forehead. He looked a little concerned, but more entertained than anything. "You're doing so great, sweetie."

"Just kiss me. I've wanted to taste you since that first night."

He didn't even respond, he just allowed his lips to press into your own eagerly. Minho, from his spot so close to your sex, was watching and moaning in pride at how his partner gave you what you needed after doing the same to you.

Han's lips were just as amazing as you had imagined. And the skills he possessed were something ungodly; having lived for nearly ninety years of what must have been so fun. You were in heaven despite making out with a literal being of darkness.

Both of his hands grasped your neck, allowing him to rub his thumb over your fresh wound he had given you. He released his tongue from your mouth to look at his art, "This is so much better than any hickey a loser had given you before. You look so pretty with it." He gave one long, slobbery lick to it and sent a third wave of arousal to your veins. As Han's lips returned to yours, Minho was working on his own plans.

Unbeknownst to you, Min had grown to love your noises, but wanted to take it to the next level. His hand gave no warning before it began rubbing your cunt over your undies and you immediately released your lips to moan loudly and curl your back off the comfort of your recliner. His palm was fully connected with your clit while he continued sucking and injecting his saliva into your thigh nearby and you thought you were going to faint.

Han took that opportunity to tear open the tshirt you had been wear and start sucking on your tit nearest him. You gasped at the connection, realizing he had not yet retracted his fangs and was grazing them slightly against the sensitive skin. His spit was so cold as he continued groping the other breast and pinching it where he wouldn’t dare bite down right now; fully aware of how stimulated you already were.

As Minho released his teeth from his claimed region he spoke up, “Dearest y/n, you are already more than I could’ve ever imagined. In my 140 years I have never had such pleasure from someone I shared with my beloved. Thankfully for you, I ordered this chair specially for you.” He articulated and punctuated every word with a graceful finger cleaned with his tongue and gracefully showed you what your chair could do.

From beneath the recliner came two leather cuffs that fastened around each of your ankles like a belt. While Han continued his playing, you took all your effort to watch the handsome man at your feet. As soon as he reached under the foot end of the chair, he pulled a crank that began pulling both of your legs apart.

He just kept going and going, testing both the chair and your limits at once. As soon as you were spread at what had to have been close to one hundred and eighty degrees, he stopped and analyzed your struggle with a curious look in his eyes. Han bit down on the soft flesh of your breast to bring you back to him.

“He’ll only do it if you ask nicely.” Han whispered up to you to try and be discreet.

“Shut it, mister. Let her be a big girl and talk when she is most apt to do so. You look so perfect, y/n. You should be happy that in my age I have grown to be a glutton in other departments of life… would you like to see?” You nod your head, still overwhelmed with all of the sexual feelings coursing through your blood stream.

“I need words, my lady. My handsome and foolish love has already given you a helpful hint.”

You could only gulp as you took in your surroundings. But as your eyes wandered the layout of the room, you catch sight of the inhuman bulge that was protruding from Minho’s black boxer briefs; pants somehow discarded in the last couple minutes.

Finally you found the courage and brains to conjure your sentence, “Please, sir. Would you please fuck me already?!” Somehow coming out more needy and demanding than you had planned.

Minho tutted at the uncivilized woman he had let into his life. She may be a mess, but he is willing to deal with it and help her learn how to fit in when necessary in their lives. But right now, he was more concerned about how he was going to fit his cock in.

His long slender digits began working their way into your sopping pussy, two right away and you were back to screaming. You and never been afraid to be loud during sexy, but it must be the venom they added that just riled you up more.

The fingers were eager and working hard immediately. You accepted the stretch he created as he scissored his way deeper into you.

Another finger added.

Han comes back up to meet your mouth with his. Not to shut you up, but just to feel that glorious tongue on his own for a second, “While Minnie is working you open, would you be up for taking mine, doll face?” You nod and he give you a ‘come on’ look. You know what to do.

“Of course, give it here, Han.”

Before Han could place himself close enough to you, Minho added a fourth and you sighed heavily at the stretch between your legs, and Min was speaking up over your calls, "You need to be well stretched, darling. Especially if you will be taking my member, deary." His words distracted you further, drawing you to hold yourself up by your elbows and take in what you were about to be impaled with.

Dear lord. The man at your cunt was both beautiful and overly endowed. And the meat that now hung by your head wasn't anything to take lightly either. Was this a god damn vampire thing, or were these two just extremely lucky?

After you took in the sights, you reached over to Han and pulled his manhood into your eager mouth, wanting nothing more than to please them as much as their feeding had already given you.

The younger vamp was a sight to see as you deep throated him, with small kitten licks and kisses littered between. You were loving the reactions you pulled out of this sugar daddy.

To both of your surprises, you screamed over his cock as Minho wasted no time in fully sheathing himself in your soaking pussy. Han thought he was going to cum form the vibrations and tears that were now streaming down your face, but he held back, wanting nothing more than to continue enjoying both your mouth and the view of his love wrecking your kitty for every other person (human or not) for all eternity.

"Pretty girl, you're taking Min's cock so well. Look at that face he's making. I think he might cum if you clench down-"

"Stop giving her ideas! Focus on your own orgasm and let me have her my own way." Their bickering was always amusing. Han was such a troublemaker; messing with Minho like no one else. But you liked causing trouble yourself. So, you clenched your cunt down on his dick and he moaned out, "Dear lord, the two of you will be the death of my sanity." He chuckled darkly as he flipped you over, with no regard for the other man in the room.

Han whined at the loss of connection and stimulation. While you were being rammed from behind and squealing at the new angle, "I have a better idea, baby." Han continued whining and resituating you, barely giving Minho the time he needed to pull out before your body was being contorted against your will.

You were placed on Han's lap in the same chair you were previously sat upon, facing away form his chest and straddling his hard on. You reached below to place it into your eager hole, but he lifted you up. "Sorry, sweets, but I'm going through the back entrance." And you held your breath as he lowered your ass onto his erection slowly.

Minho eagerly met your eyes and pulled you by the chin to kiss him. They were sweet and a distraction from the quick stretch Han was dealing to you. To make the situation you were in more interesting, Min started reseating himself into your pussy and rubbed your clit at the same time.

The room was your own little world, surrounded by stars and galaxies as you felt yourself losing touch with reality and entering the foggy scene of arousal. Once you fully sat on Han's lap, he lifted your lifeless body up and down himself. You were unsure of how you were taking both men at once, but as Minho continued kissing you, you were sure that this is what heaven must feel like.

As you rocked between the two, fully under their control and using no strength of your own, you felt yourself edging towards your climax. The two of them could hear the rush of your heart rate and knew what to do to get you there. Their paces were speeding up and you were thrown over the edge.

As you screamed louder than you had all night, your muscles clench around both of them and they both released into you.

You were a mess of cum, saliva, blood, and twitched at the release of your orgasm with two beautiful creatures admiring your form.

"I believe this contract will suit all of us splendidly." Min smiled proudly at his two babies that were both heaving. He kissed both of your lips and just continued to look upon you two for a few minutes while he cleaned you both up.

My spooky pookies: @lyramundana @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @linlinaert @caitlyn98s @stolasisyourparent

[sitimelur]

Guys don't walk RUN TO AO3 this work made me tear up reading it ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

I swear if you read the quote then read the entire fic it will hit hard

 this protagonist is going to be different. He’s going to throw this guy to the wolves, and the wolves are gonna love him.

He assembles the skeleton, piece by little articulated piece. Luo Binghe will be tall. Muscled, but not too muscular—he’s for the girls. Girls like lean muscled otter types; Shang Qinghua pays attention to these things. And Luo Binghe is going to get girls, lots of them. Any girl he wants. Luo Binghe’s golden finger will level the competition; his dick will be bigger than your dad's.

Luo Binghe’s mother is dead—both his mothers. His dad is in pieces being slowly crushed under a mountain. He doesn’t have any brothers. He doesn’t need any friends. He gets the people who got him, and he gets girls, and that’s enough. People eat this shit up. Lonely otakus who can’t get boyfriends, let alone girlfriends—that’s who Luo Binghe is for. Lonely kids who nobody wanted—needy men who nobody ever chooses—that’s who Luo Binghe is for. He’s a power fantasy. He’s here to be powerful.

Airplane Shooting At the Sky twists on Luo Binghe’s powerful hands, taps in the vertebral column, fastens the skull down. He carefully pours in a few liters of demon blood, sparkling and black like a liquid night sky. He screws the heart into place and it shines briefly when it’s tightened, a little white lamp in the cavern of the body, before he smooths the skin back down. He paints the demon mark on Luo Binghe’s forehead with his thumb.

“There you go,” Airplane Shooting At the Sky says, a little flutter of pride in his chest. When he speaks, things come into being. “You’re Luo Binghe. You can do anything.”

[cinamun]

One thing that I think I've noticed as this story has progressed, and in general, is that we always expect and or look for reason in men's bad behavior. There is always a reason for them to do bad things, outside of them actively choosing to be a bad person. Someone must have failed them, she must have failed them, she must have failed him, etc.

Elliot tried to kill Hope. He tried to drag her with him into the abyss, and yet he was not viewed as an attempted murderer, but instead as a friend who had gone astray. Someone who needed more support or more attention. At his funeral, people wept over the fact that he couldn't be saved! It is always tragic when someone makes a fatal decision that harms themselves and others around them, but I notice that, especially in the black community, black women's victimization takes a backseat to the pain of black men.

Now we see something similar with Bishop. While it's interesting to ponder the complexities of why he is the way he is, Mercy is being preyed upon! She sets boundaries, and he crosses them, always with an undertone of violence. There is talk about whether he cares or if he can change, and it falls into that same line of thinking. "If I love him more, then he'll do right." "I can fix him" "He just needs..."

Anyway, let me know if I'm way off the mark, but it seems like women tend to take on far too much responsibility for the feelings and actions of men, to the point of forgoing their best interests.

Yes... and

That's society for you, amirite? Always prioritizing the needs of men.

But I'm going to challenge that..... as I do. Spoilers below the cut.

Yes I believe that, in the case of Elliot and Darren, there was absolutely a reason for them to do bad things and some have chosen to dismiss those reasons. Elliot was actively mentally ill, but rather than address mental illness, we chose to throw him away. We literally witnessed this young man's decline and if we can't separate his actions on the pier from his diminished mental state, what does that say about us and how we perceive mental illness?

In fact, when did Hope take a backseat? Once Elliot was collectively thrown away, all eyes centered on Hope's healing and rightfully so! But one thing I'm not gonna do (I feel it would be irresponsible as a Black woman writer) is stifle Hope's healing to uplift the man who hurt her. Hope was wrapped in love by everyone, including her husband (a Black man).

Why didn't we throw Indya away for the nasty shit she did like taking a baseball bat to Darren's nose? Or throw Jerri away for the literal attempted murder of Juan? If I do nothing else, I want us to think about things like this and force questions that we wouldn't ask ourselves otherwise.

I've opened up a space in this current arc to look at a very clearly damaged individual (Bishop) through multiple lenses. I don't think acknowledging Bishop's humanity (pixelness) necessarily means "I can fix him". Like, at all. I think our readers are smarter than that and only recognize nuance. Some of y'all be trippin tho ngl lmfao

Not everyone saw Bertie as preying on a drunk Jackson but she was. The reason no one really flipped it is because Jackson is a man. But he was a man who was not capable, in that kitchen, of making a wise decision; so he made a horrible one.

Men irritate me just like anyone else but one thing this story has tried to do is simply acknowledge the humanity and capacity for growth within all of us.

[femoso-seben]

Foundation Task Force 141 x Afab! Reader

TW: Mention of death

The building is a reck. Thick metal doors were crumbling like paper. The lights flicker on and off others broken. Deep slashes carve through the thick concrete walls. The metal support rods bent out of the concrete. Pools of water sock blood pooled on the ground.

The bodies of occultist and their rich followers all littered the ground. Like discarded broken wooden dolls left to be forgotten. Many of the dead had large slashes and missing limbs.

You look down at your fellow researchers and guards you once laughed with. You pull out a cigarette and light it. You take out a long drag of the cigarette letting the toxic smoke dance across your tongue and down your throat. It fills your body and a wash of calm sets in for you.

You swing your lanyard around her pointer finger the bright pink lanyard swings healing with all the keys you have on it. Attach to your pristine bright blouse was her ID card pinned to your chest. Your high-heeled boots click loudly in the silence of the hall.

What a mess.

You stop at the main office and open it with your ID. There slumped over in his desk the head occultist— the fool decided death was more lenient than reprimanded by the council. You walk in and pick up all the files, put them into the metal trash can, and take one last puff of the cigarette. You drop the cigarette on the paper, light a match, and drop it into the trash can.

You turn around and whistle a tone as you leave, your footsteps your metronome. You take off your sunglasses and look at the growing crowd of reporters, military men, and random curious civilians. You look over to the SCP task force leader. You give him a curt nod and he begins to calm the crowd.

“We want an answer,” you look over to see a group of military men being held back by the SCP special forces. Your eyes rake them over, special forces… from the UK… working with the CIA— outsiders.

“You,” you look over at them hands in your white lab coat pocket. You waltz over. “What’s going on?” He asked his strong… Scottish accent sounded harsh and angry.

“Sir please back down our men are—”

“What right does your company have to take our missions,” another man steps force. His mustache transfers into his beard, bucket hat is low on his head. He glared holes into you. You sigh pull out another cigarette and light it. You calmly look up at them.

You could tell from the way he was standing he was trying to intimidate you. You touch a guard on his shoulder and he steps aside for you. You get into his face and blow out the smoke.

“What write do you have?” You ask cigarette held in your head. His face reddens and rage seems to boil under his skin.

“We are part of the task force for this mission— what jurisdictions do you have?” The man asks back. You push your hair out of your face a vein pops in your neck.

“The CIA— the FBI— this fucking government. You’re not from here— you have no jurisdiction here, foreigner.” You spat out. This is America, not the UK they have no rights— then again even if they were Americans they still wouldn't have any rights.

This is the foundation concern.

“Ma’am,” you turn around to see the task force leader walking up to you.

“You have a call.”

“From who?” You take the phone.

“This is Kate Laswell from the CIA—”

“What does the feds want?” You ask annoyance seeping into your tone.

“My men, need to be a part of this.”

“Why?”

“This is the third foundation breach we want our men in this investigation,” you purse your lips.

“Have they been debriefed?” You sigh and take another drag of your cigarette.

“Not yet—”

“Debrief them, have them sign the papers, and then I’ll let them in, until then they stay out.” You hang up the phone, hand it over back to the Captain, and turn to the four military men.

“Your handler called,” you tell the bucket hat man, “you have a debriefing to go to.”

You turn away and begin walking away. In the corner of your eyes, a black car pulled in, the CIA is one fast organization. You watch as all four men enter the car. You wonder which ones will join you— their fate is entirely in your hands.

“Alright,” you look at the extraction and tracker teams, “let’s find these runaway anomalies.” They all solute you and begin to March into the forest.

This place was a former military holding cell turned into a private hospital by a group of rich fools. They thought they knew what they were doing— fools.

You walk to the crowd they whisper, “Everybody,” you call out, “Please back out this place is still an active dangerous zone.”

“What happened?” A reporter yells.

“One mentally ill patient got ahold of a gun and created a massacre, then damaged the pipes. Theirs a gas leak, go home.” You lie to them. You lie as easily as you breathe lying is expected for this line of work.

“What are the military forces?”

“The patient is still loose this place is for the criminally insane their dangerous psychotic people out there, I advise you all to go home, lock your doors, and stay inside.” You instruct.

The few civilians quickly begin to walk off getting into cars and going one. The situation is dire. The media on the other hand— they think their invincible.

“Can we get more answers?”

“Relax, you’ll know as soon as we know.” You tell them fighting the urge to roll your eyes. They mumbled but slowly despised but a few did stay.

You turn to the police and give them a curt nod. They were no ordinary Police officers but a SCP informant. The police push towards and tell the media to go home there’s nothing to see.

***

Task Force 141 walked into the empty conference room. Soon Laswell walks in, her face stiff and serious. She set four different files down and silently slid the files to each of them.

“What you will learn here means you entering a world of utter confidentiality, do you understand?”

“Kate, what is going on?” Price gruffly asks.

“John, what— what you are about to know means you can not back out without your memory wiped.”

“Kate—”

“I need you all to promise me.” They turn to each other. Ghost stayed silent and watched intently, Gaz sent a glance at the Soap before looking at Price. Laswell’s strange behavior was off-putting.

“We— we promise.” Laswell sighs and gestures to them to open the files.

“That woman— isn’t a woman. She's an SCP and she’s a part of the SCP foundation.”

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crying again out of happiness for megan because she's been through so much. so much. and i know i'm older than her by a few years but i look up to her. i really do. and i've been though shit myself and i always just quit my job after reporting the abuse, because every time i would report, a black woman in power would defend the black man i reported that did the abuse. and use their connections to the christian church to do it.

and i read that the parents of fucker that shot megan were in the court room screaming about the system being wicked and unjust because their son was convicted of shooting megan.

and i need y'all to understand that happens more often than you'd think. and people are so quick to say oh someone's mommy and daddy got them off and that's why white boys don't get in trouble for breaking the law, and i need y'all to know that ALL races do that.

i've seen it. i've cried with other girls who are not my race (i'm black) that have seen it with their own eyes.

it's a problem. too many nonwhite people keep saying it's not fair that their nonwhite sons are being punished for crimes because white people aren't. and that's not how ANYTHING should work.

i want ALL people who commit crimes against others to be held accountable for their actions. that include people with my own skin color. and it sickens me to my fucking CORE that i have to say that. that anyone has to say that.

it's heartbreaking being a black woman and hearing your community say well the white guy didn't get in trouble, so why should our black men get in trouble. they have it hard enough.

that is fucking sick on so many levels.

i pray every day for megan and all of us who have suffered abuse and harm from men in our own communities. i pray that we all heal and get justice one day.

and i pray for our journey towards healing be safe.

please stand up for black women. please stand up for women. this includes trans women because i know how y'all work on social media and i fucking REFUSE to leave out my girls who are like, girls. like i hate i have to add this at the end of posts i write because so many are like "ahh not those TRANS" and i'm like... you're a fucking idiot because i said women. and that included people who identify as women you fucking moron.

anyways thank you megan for not allowing the hate to get you down. and i hate that we've both wanted to die after being abused by men in our communities because our community chose to protect the abuser over believing us.

may the goddesses always protect you megan and may you find peace here on this earth now even though we don't know what we're up against especially as black women, and know you're so loved by so many of us. from the bottom of my heart, i am so proud of you and you give so many of us courage to keep speaking out, even through tears.

thank you. <3

[reader6898]

Cure

Pairing: Cody x female reader

Summary: you're one of the medics for the 212th and the only one that Cody listens to. When he gets hurt and is ordered bed rest you give him the perfect cure

Warning: 18+ (no minors allowed), language, reader outranks Cody in this, established relationship, oral (male receiving), handjob, bit of teasing, aftercare

A/n: apparently it's commander Cody day so I figured I would jump on this and help celebrate our commander sunshine 🧡

"I'm fine, Helix. It's not that bad." "Sir, you just took a blaster shot to the shoulder and your leg is broken from kicking those droids. So, I highly suggest you take a week off to let yourself heal." Cody kicks off the blanket and goes to stand up but Helix pushes him back down. Cody gives him his commander look but Helix pushes back. "As the team medic I'm officially ordering you on bed rest."

"Helix." "Sir." The two of them stare at each other and Helix sighs. "You can go back to your quarters but stay off that leg. It needs healing." Helix walks away and Cody smirks. He gets up and grabs the crutch that he was given before making his way to his private quarters.

Cody was working on something in bed when his door to his private room opens and you stand there with your arms crossed. "So, I heard you were given bed rest but refuse to take it." Cody chuckles. "I'm in bed now aren't I, mesh'la?" You roll your eyes. "Yes, but we both know you're only doing it out of spite." Now Cody was rolling his eyes. "Cyare, like I told Helix. I'm fine." "Not according to the medical report that Helix filled out." "Helix is exaggerating. It's just a blaster wound and broken leg. Nothing that I can't handle." You raised your eyebrow as you stared at him.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't need the rest. What I need is to get back out there." You walked over to Cody. "Well, as the team medic, when it comes to the health of the men, including you, I outrank everyone. So, I'm ordering you on bed rest for the next week. You will not move from this bed unless it's to shower, use the fresher, or you are needed on deck. You will also wait until me and Helix give you the okay to go back out on the battlefield. Is that understood, commander?" Cody was stunned. You've never pulled rank on anyone before, let alone him. He was also turned on as he could feel himself getting hard and he was pretty sure that if you looked down you would be able to notice the tent in his blacks.

"Understood." Cody cleared his throat and you smiled. "Good. Because I have just the thing to help you get better." You pushed Cody down so that he was lying on his back and you kissed him on the lips. The kiss was full of want and lust and Cody groaned as you stuck your tongue in his mouth. Cody pulls you closer and for a moment you let him before pulling away. You kiss his neck, making sure to leave little love bites, before pulling his shirt up and kissing your way down his body. Cody pulled his shirt off and watches you make your way down to the tent in his pants.

You pull down his pants and Cody's cock hits his stomach. You kiss and massage his thighs and when you lick the side of his cock on the vein his breath hitches. "Mesh'la..." You tug on him on a few times before taking the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. "Kriff." You lock both sides of his cock again and finally take him fully in your mouth. Cody groaned again as he closes his eyes.

You bob your head up and down and whatever you couldn't fit into your mouth you took in your hand. "Just..just like that, Cyare. You feel so good around me." You lower you head and gag a little as he hits the back of your throat. Cody threw his head back and places a hand in your hair to guide you some more. As you pleasure him you take your hand that had been around him and cup his balls.

"Kriff..don't stop." Cody grips your hair and grips the blanket with the other hand as he thrusts forward. You moan around him as he hits the back of your throat again and the vibrations bring him close to the edge. "I'm..I'm so close. Mesh'la.."

Cody thrusts into you a few more times and with one last thrust and you squeezing his balls Cody comes in your mouth. You suck on him as he spills into your mouth and once he's sure he's all spent Cody lays still as you pull off of him with a pop.

You walk into the freezer and grab a wash cloth and make your way back to Cody. You clean him up and toss the rag aside in the fresher once your done. You walk back over to Cody. " I hope you were satisfied with the medicine I prescribed." Cody gives you a smile. "The best cure I've been given." He sits up, careful to not hurt his leg anymore, and pulls you close. "I think it's time I returned the favor." You chuckle. "As much fun as that sounds I have to get back to the medbay. Helix is probably wondering where I'm at." Cody pulls you closer. "I think he can wait a little longer."

You pull out of his grasp. "You need to rest and I have to get back to work. But I promise to come back later to check on you." Cody sighs. "You promise?" "I promise." You and Cody link your pinkie fingers together to seal the promise before you bend down and kiss him. "I'll see you later." Cody let's go of you and watches you saunter away. He couldn't help looking at your ass, which you could feel him doing and you smiled as you stopped. "Or maybe I won't. Either way, you better get your rest, commander. You're going to need it." Cody groans and you laugh a little as you leave. Cody lies back down in his bunk. You were going to be the death of him.

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[noxemma]

Suptober 2023 - Day 7: Black Cat

Black Cats and Broken Angels

Word Count: 8,079

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dean Winchester Dies Temporarily, I promise it's only for like a second okay, Cat Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has a Cat Allergy, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Smut, THE SMUT IS AFTER DEAN IS HUMAN AGAIN, Blow Jobs, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach, Mutliple POVs, Castiel Has Self-Worth Issues (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, an orgasm so good it heals you, okay someone take the keyboard away, no beta we die like men, Suptober 2023 (Supernatural)

Summary: A hunt goes wrong and Dean gets hit with a spell that has some interesting consequences.