#s t o p telling women what to do

[marzipanandminutiae]

as a woman who grew up with an emotionally abusive mother constantly telling me I needed to wear more makeup/more revealing clothing/date (boys) more/go out to "normal" parties more, I despise "she should be at the club"

god forbid some people- especially young women, who already have to deal with a thousand different behavioral standards from a thousand different directions -not have the same dreams and desires for their lives as you do for yours

fucking hell. the correct response to "women should stay at home and have kids and be submissive wives" prescriptivism was not MORE PRESCRIPTIVISM

(I also just saw a poll asking if people partied as teenagers, and OP responded that the answers were "killing them" because No was winning. like? why is everyone so personally invested in other people having a very specific kind of fun?)

[jadeddangel]

Adam x reader (smut)

Disclaimer: This story is meant for mature audiences, If you're not over the age of 18, please do NOT interact with any of my work. Any and all characters I write for are over the age of 18. Having said that, please enjoy the story. Reblogs are always appreciated!!

Warnings : Adam being well adam, smut, hair-pulling, misogyny, p in v, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink ,dom! Adam, sub! Reader, minor sexism, and I think that's all let me know of I missed any.

AN: This is my first time writing for Adam, so please be respectful. This isn't proofread.

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You were Adam's third and hopefully final wife, you had been aware of the exterminations by the time you and Adam had started dating... which meant once a year adam left you... home alone and worried.. I mean what if one day he never came home? What if he was hurt? What if he was stuck down there with those... those THINGS... it had been hundreds of years since the two of you started dating and that fear... it never went away...

Adam had left you alone in your shared home claiming he had a meeting with the princess of hell, which of course caused doubt and curiosity but you trusted him and you would trust him tell the bitter end. It had been almost 30 minutes and you couldn't wait for him to be home. The bed was growing cold, and with how quiet the loft had been it felt well.. creepy?

Having grown attached to Adam's well..loud Behavior, it didn't seem like you were in the right house at all. After about another thirty minutes, Adam barged through the front door of your loft, not trying to conceal his previous in the slightest; perking up at the sound of his heavy boots and the awfully loud door you shuffled out of bed the soft pink nighty that you wore trailing after you. "Sugartits? Where you at hun?" Adam called out half expecting you to be in the kitchen making lunch for him. You were trying your best to sneak up on him but the creaky floorboards gave you away, Adam quickly turned around the golden smile of his mask seeming to grow wider at how little you were wearing "oh darling~ you look so pretty like that~ did you already finish lunch hmm? " Adam asked as he grabbed your waist with one hand before successfully pulling you closer, this other hand pulled his mask off as he placed it onto the counter thoughtlessly.

"Uhm not yet.. I was just laying in bed.." You spoke softly as you quickly avoided eye contact half expecting him to yell. Adam shook his head "oh dear.. that won't work, it's a very simple thing to do hunny, all I ask is that you cook and clean surely it can't be that hard for you women to understand." Adam spoke down to you like you were dumb, like every word had to be spoken slowly just so that you could understand. It was condescending and degrading how he spoke to you... You nodded slowly "sorry adam.. I'm sorry for not having food ready and leaving the house a mess..". At this point you knew better than to argue with this well to put it kindly, man child. Adam had a smirk on his lips "good good, see? That wasn't so hard was it? Now how about you go get started on My food while I watch one of those stupid picture shows mk?" Adam spoke this time a little less of a bitchy tone; nodding slowly you walked into the kitchen getting started on his favorite ribs. Unfortunately, that was about the only thing this man would eat which wad really taking a toll on his health and his weight; with a sigh you plated up his food and brought it to him on the couch. Adam looked up from the comedy show he was watching and smirked "see it wasn't so hard was it?" Adam spoke before messily stuffing his face, in front of other people he would never eat like this but in his home he didn't give a shit if he made a mess, I mean that is his little S/O's responsibility. Adam handed you the plate before noticing the sheer fabric hanging over your chest and gave you a smirk "is that the nighty I bought you?" Adam said in a secuctive tone having finally noticed . With a small nod you set the plate down and crawled onto his lap knowing exactly what Adam was going to say, Adam raised a brow gripping the fat of your ass in a tight squeeze "you look beautiful but how about we just take it off mk? Cmon you know how much I love that body of yours~" Adam whispered into your ear seemingly trying to coax you into doing as he asked.

Adam's hands slowly trailed up your back leaving tingles across your body and shivers along your spine. Every touch brought the thin fabric over your body before Adam finally tugged it off of your body tossing it over the back of the couch. Adam's crotch was pressed against yours, already feeling him beginning to grow hard at the sight of you wearing nothing underneath.Squirming slightly at the feeling of Adam's eyes grazing over your body like he was starving, you began feeling up in his chest feeling over the soft fabric and down his sides slowly. Adam was letting you have this moment to feel up on him as he began pawing at your chest like if he didn't feel you up he would surely die (oops spoilers sorry sorry lmao).

Letting at soft moans at the feeling of his rough hands grazing over your nipples in just the right kind of way to give you a pleasure that wasn't all too overwhelming. Adam's other hand gripped onto your waist pushing you down a bit more forcing you to grind down on him, and god the soft groans and grumbles he let out when you rocked your hips drove you insane. Adam let go of your tit pushing his own shirt up slightly to reveal his happy trail before tugging at his pants and boxers just trying to get them down enough to spring up. Adam gave you a smirk before using his arms to push everything off of the table that was front of the couch and onto the floor pushing your back against the cold wood. Adam's hands immediately went to your thighs and spread your legs still sitting in his sitting position on the couch, before spitting onto your clit using 2 fingers to rub it in as lube. "Fucking damn... " Adam groaned out at the sight of your arousal and his saliva mixing, "I think you can take me yea? You can take the stretch won't you hmm?" Adam asked rhetorically knowing he was going to do it anyways. You nodded slowly spreading your legs a bit more for him, Adam finally stood in front of you spanking your clit lightly with the tip of his dick.

"cmon, ask me nicely, girl~ just the way I like~" Adam leaned down and whispered into your ear before pulling back and looking at you expectantly. You took a deep breathe " Please stretch me out with your cock adam.." you begged in a pitiful tone. Adam would have easily let that pass but that wasn't what he was looking for, " cmon girly~ you know that's not the name I was looking for~ try again mk?" Adam said frowning down at you now. "Please stretch me out with your cock.. master" you repeated praying this time it passed his expectations. Adam graced you with a cocky smirk at hearing the sinful and lewd words, as he slowly pushing his mushroom shaped tip into you he let out a small groan before the rest of his 8 almost 9 inch dick into you. You let out a small shrill scream as he had expected you to take it no problem.. the length may have proved to be a challenge but he was thick and he had just forced it into you. Adam wiped away tears you hadn't realized had fallen from your eyes, "oh girly, cmon we know you can take it~ it's your job after all~ to make sure I'm catered too, now I'm gonna start moving understood?" Adam asked as if he was even giving you a choice in the matter. Adam started thrusting into you slowly trying to get you to loosen up around him so he can wreck your guts (respectfully). The moment your gushy walls started to relax he sped up hitting right against your g-spot over and over, obviously knowing what he's doing. Adam smirked down at you as he pounded into you with no mercy. The only noises that filled the rooms was the sound of skin slapping against skin , your moans and the sound of Adam's wings ruffling and puffing up. With a gentle and desperate hand you reached up to grab at him needing something to ground you the closer you got, it felt like you were flying. Adam let out curses of pleasure as he rapidly approached his high. "Fuck fuck fuck! Your gripping me so tight princess so fucking tight!" Adam growled out between labored breathes. You were so close you were just babbling wordlessly to let him allow you to reach your high. Adam grabbed your hair slamming your head back down onto the table and pounding into your poor little hole harder using his other hand to reach down and rub your clit roughly "i want you to cum for me girly~ so fucking tight~" Adam groaned. At the order your body couldn't help but react your hips bucking up to meet him as you finally came all over his dick and thighs. Adam moved his hands to grip your waist for leverage, Adam's wings stretched out towards the ceiling as he came, his thrusts finally slowing down.. you were beyond exhausted.. but you knew that with Adam one round was never enough. And as if on que Adam tapped your cheek looking down at you with a smirk.

"Cmon girly time to wake up~"

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[thebellearchives]

Hi there! I came across your prompt event, and it looks really exciting! Could you possibly do fluff prompt for Gojo Satoru?

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

~ satoru gojo ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you find yourself studying satoru’s eyes and notice tiny details you hadn’t really seen before

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers ?? but not really ??, lots of flirting and playful banter though ~

‧₊˚ a / n : aaa i’ve been wanting to write for Gojo for a WHILE i’m so glad i finally get the chance ~

also, you forgot to specify which prompt so i took the liberty to choose 1.“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”, hope you like it !

prompt list

The train’s swift motion almost lullabied you to sleep. It had been a while since you had felt so tired. Satoru was right next to you, still holding that almost indelible silly smile in his lips as he watched the sky through the window.

He wore his dark glasses today, his silky white hair down, and you could peek at his pretty eyes behind the glass. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen his eyes before, of course you had, so maybe it was just that feeling of tiredness tugging from your clothes and holding you down into your seat. Yeah, it had to be that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be staring as if you had gotten lost on your way home. But his eyes were just fascinating, they almost matched the bright blue summer sky he was staring at, and at the same time they could also match the ocean in a clear moonlit night.

Your friend probably noticed the linger of your eyes on him, so he turned to you.

“What are you looking at?” he didn’t stop smiling.

“I just had never noticed your eyes were this colours”

His brows raised until they almost met.

“Colours? In plural?”

“Yeah. Sky blue, cerulean, indigo...”

For a second he remained still, until your words finally downed on him and he leaned closer to you, a wide teasing grin tugging from the corner of his lips.

“Were you counting shades of blue in my eyes?”

You frowned, fatigue quickly leaving your body and a blush tinting your cheeks slightly.

“Shut up” you fixed your posture in your chair, turning away from him in annoyance.

“Oh you’re so in love with me.”

“You wish.”

“That was so romantic! Tell me more, how many colours can you spot, hmm?” he bumped your shoulder with his, playfully.

“I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I’m never gonna let you live it out sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that, you’re such a womanizer.” rolling your eyes, you rested your chin on your hand.

“WHAT?!” he flinched, placing a hand on his chest dramatically “That’s so not true. I mean yeah sure women love me, but that isn’t my fault y’know? I can’t help having this beautiful cerulean, indigo, azure eyes.”

“I never said azure.”

“Oh but I bet you could find that shade, why don’t you take a closer look?” he leaned in closer to you once again.

“Satoru!” you pushed him away from his chest, embarrassed at the way people in the train were starting to throw looks your way.

“What?” he whined “had enough of my eyes?”

“Had enough of you in general.”

“My poor heart” he pouted, his back now resting against the window “you’re breaking my heart.”

“Good” you mumbled, your white haired friend chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed like that”

It took you a second to process the words you had just heard, your eyes widened and your heart started racing. If you were going to get back at him this was your chance, so you immediately smiled, it was your turn to lean close to him then.

“You think I’m cute?”

Satoru didn’t flinch, he didn’t react, in fact he didn’t even hesitate at all. His face moved close to yours instead, fair hair brushing your forehead. Flustered, you wanted to pull back, but your pride wouldn’t let you. Delicate and complicit closeness with the sorcerer almost felt like an alluring drug.

“I happen to think you’re the cutest” his whisper prompted a shiver to run down your body, blood quickly rushing up to your cheeks again.

You bit your lip and sighed as the train carefully came to a stop.

“There’s no winning against you, right?”

“Not a chance” smirking, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto your feet, guiding you outside.

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 6

C H A P T E R   S I X 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: not much, aftermath of dislocation, insecurities, anxiety attack, mc rethinks her decision, boys being sweet, 

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

masterlist // chapter 5 // chapter 7

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Thank you, Namjoon. You are right. I don’t think I would be too comfortable staying with you all so quickly.” You were shy admitting that, the boys could tell. It had Yoongi scooting down further in his seat. Jin practically pouting at the thought of you not wanting to stay with them, but he knew you needed time.

By the time it was time to hang up, Emilia had come back over and told you that you were going to be leaving in a couple of minutes.

“Well, I have to get going. I should be in Korea within an hour maybe? I’m not too sure.” You tell them, truly thankful for them, and glad they didn’t mention your hip again.

“Okay. Well please let us know when you touch down and when you get to the hotel.” With that, you say your goodbyes and you buckle back up into your seat.

You love women. That’s it.  

Emilia was absolutely the sweetest person you had every met. Once the plan took off and left the Tokyo airport, she came and sat by you and asked you in the politest way what had happened and if there was anything she could do in her own capacity to help you. She brought you a heating pad that she found in the medical bag on the plane and helped you rest your leg on the seat in front of you.

She spent the rest of the hour-long trip talking and laughing with you. You found out she heard your phone call with Namjoon but didn’t hear any specifics, just understood that you found your soulmates and that you were on the way to meet them.

“They must be super rich if they are flying you all by your lonesome to meet them.” You could only nod at her, laughing a little bit at just how right she was.

By the time you got to the airport in Seoul, you felt that you made a friend, even if you knew it would probably be the last time you saw them.

You sent the boys a text in the group chat that you had arrived and would be making your way to customs. However, you didn’t expect for someone from Bighit to be waiting for you when you got off your plane with a wheelchair. The wheelchair had your name printed in script on a sign and the man holding the wheelchair seemed like a huge body builder. Scared you a little bit and had you pausing with your cane.

You hadn’t even grabbed your suitcases yet, waiting for them to be unlocked from the compartment they were in within the plane.

“Are you Miss Y/n?” The man had pushed the wheelchair over to you, his words soft, completely the opposite of his physical appearance.

“Yes I am, uh..” You trail off, not at all knowing who the man was but you saw his HYBE lanyard and badge.

“I am Songun, Miss. I am here to take you to your hotel. I was also told by Mr. Kim to tell you that you do not need to go through customs due to your special passport.” You blink slowly at him, in your own head trying to figure out why you don’t need to go to customs.  

“Oh, okay.” You go to move forward when you hear someone moving behind you. Turning around you see one of the attendants with your luggage.

“Thank you.” You smile at the man before grabbing the handles. It was a little difficult since you needed your cane but you made it work. Until Songun came over.

“Please Miss, I insist.” He gestures to the wheelchair that now has no sign on it. He helps you into the chair while talking in Korean to a man that was behind him.

“Lee, grab her things. We need to be quick.” The man nodded before grabbing your luggage, walking behind us as Songun began to push you towards the exit. It was still light out as it neared three in the afternoon. And you were hungry. And needed a good soak in the bath.

“Alright Miss. The hotel is only about a twenty minute drive and I will help you check in.” You nod at Songun as you maneuver yourself into the back of the vehicle. It was really spacious and you almost fell asleep at the feeling of the comfy backrest.

Songun and the other man get into the front seats, leaving you along and looking out the window at the scenery.

Seoul was different than anything you could have imagined. The closest you could think of would be a busy Sacramento at night on a Friday. But this was way more. It was peaceful in the way that you knew no one would think to look at you as you walked by. Everyone at home would stare as you walked with your cane.

It was busy in the way you could see hordes of people in every direction. The deeper you got into Seoul the more entranced you got.

“That is the HYBE building Miss.” Songun pointed out as you drove past, your eyes trailing to the large building. You knew the boys were in there at the moment, the tingling in your chest and the burning feeling in your mark telling you they were near. It had you pushing down the feeling to run to them, to just complete the bond with them before they could change their mind.

That’s what you think you were most afraid of. That they would change their mind about wanting you.

You only had to wait five more minutes before the vehicle pulled into an underground entrance. The parking garage for the hotel seemed to be a private one, Songun pulling out some papers to be allowed in.

Once you were allowed in and parked, Songun insisted you get back into the wheelchair. You tried to tell him that you were fine using your cane but it wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry Miss. Mr. Kim insists you use the wheelchair until you are at least within your room.” You wonder if this was the same Mr. Kim who he spoke of before. If he was talking about who you were thinking of, then there were at least three “Mr. Kims” he could be mentioning.

Too tired to argue or complain, you comply and get into the wheelchair, the same man moving to grab your bags from the trunk of the car.

The hotel was simply the nicest thing you had ever seen. It had a huge gold chandelier in the middle of the room and chairs you knew were too expensive to sit in just beneath. The entire room screamed “rich” to you and made you feel like you should be staying somewhere else.

“Uhm, Songun? Are you sure this is the correct hotel?” You turn your head to the Bighit employee, obvious apprehension written all over your face making the man smile.

“Yes, Miss.” You just nodded your head, thinking the man was probably sick of your questions by now.

You sat as he rolled you up to the front counter where the receptionist smiled brightly, as if waiting for your arrival. She looked from Songun to you, glancing behind you to the man who you still didn’t know his name before looking back to you.

“Welcome! Can I have the name for the reservation?” She looked at you, thankfully speaking English as she moved to start typing on her computer.

“Uhm… I’m not sure what the name would be under.” You tell her before looking up at Songun. He tells the woman Jin’s name, causing the woman’s eyes to widen and her mouth to open for a couple of seconds before she switches, her mask coming back on and her fingers typing wildly at the keyboard in front of her.

“Alright, Mrs. Kim. Here are your key cards, along with a pin for access to the amenities within the room. Breakfast is at eight o’clock. Please enjoy your stay.” She gestures for someone behind you, making you turn around, packet in hand, to see a bellhop like you’ve only ever seen in a show when you were a kid, with the luggage cart and everything.

However, the bellhop moves away when the man holding your luggage walks past him, Songun shaking his head, refusing the service and moving you towards the elevator.

“Miss, please move one of the cards in front of that there.” Songun motions to a pad like thing on the wall in place of a button. You cautiously remove one of the key cards from the packet and swipe it in front of the pad, watching as the elevator instantly opens.

“Wow.” You mutter, unable to hold back your amazement.

Once Songun wheels you in and the man holding your luggage comes into the elevator, the doors close. You see the buttons on the wall and holding your key card in front of you to see your room number, you press the number that corresponds to the floor you were assigned. You were pretty high, you thought, as the elevator took its time to move to the 7th floor. You smiled, wondering if the floor number was a coincidence.

Once the doors opened, Songun once again pushed you out and to the right, moving down the floor until you came to a room on the left side of the hallway. Not needing the hint, you moved the card in front of the familiar pad on the wall on the side of your door. When the door opened, Songun spoke up.

“Okay Miss. Mr. Kim’s instructions were to stay out of your room for your privacy unless you tell us otherwise. Would you like any help getting inside?” You think about it, silently thanking the boys for their detailed thoughts.

S“No thank you, Mr. Songun. I think I’ve got everything from here.” You move to lock the wheelchair so you could get out.

Holding onto the handlebars, you slowly move up and out of the wheelchair, not noticing Songun’s hands up and near your back, there to help you if needed. You turn around and test your weight on your left hip, only feeling a little pain. You deem this good enough and move to put your cane on your arm again. Adjusting your duffle on your shoulder, you grab your luggage from the man and thank him.

“Here is my number. I have been assigned to you while you are here. Please let me know if you wish to leave the hotel.” Songun hands you a card that includes his business title and number. You nod at him again, before thanking them for the help.

Closing the door behind you, you slowly figure out how to make your way to the bed where you place your luggage on the edge before sitting down. You were beyond tired and even the room couldn’t bring you to widen your eyes in amazement.

The bed was bigger than anything you had ever seen and the room was the same. On the wall opposite the bed was a large dresser and entertainment center, a very large television attached to the wall above it. There was an opening to the left of the dresser which seemed like a hallway. From the bed you could only make out a large tub? That seemed to poke out from the right of the end of the hallway.

To the left of you and just past the entryway that seemed to house a small shoe closet, there was a large cabinet that was floor to ceiling, making you wonder if it was clothes closet. To your immediate left and right were nightstands. On your right was a sitting area with a small couch and a very comfy looking recliner chair. A coffee table was in the middle of a circular rug, marking the sitting area, and was aimed at the television.

Past that, was the large glass, sliding doors that opened up to a small balcony, accompanied by a small table and chair set.

“I’ll explore everything tomorrow.” You spoke aloud, now alone to your thoughts.

Now that you were here, in South Korea, about to meet your soulmates, everything seemed to hit you at once. You could feel the tears begin to fall from your waterline as you laid back onto the bed.

Ten years.

You waited ten years for your soulmates.

Never did you imagine even a similar scenario for where you were now. You never dreamed that this could happen. Yeah, like most people, you dreamed for your soulmate to sweep you off your feet, or to be someone famous who could take care of you. But this, this was that times a hundred.

Would they even be able to support you on your bad days?

Would you be able to support them?

A sob breaks through your lips as the thought comes to you. You could barely support yourself and your needs most days, how in the world were you going to be able to support and help seven world famous men.

At this point, your thoughts were spiraling deeper, making you think this was just a huge mistake. That you would never be able to fit into an already established soulgroup and be able to love and support the boys.

Your phone had been ringing for a couple minutes now. You were unable to hear it through your sobbing and had missed two calls from Namjoon now. Once you were able to calm down enough, physically not mentally, you could barely hear the generic ringtone you had set.

“Hello?” You managed not to sniffle as you spoke.

“Hey, baby. We were just worried a little. We wanted to know if you made it safely to the hotel room?” Namjoon’s dulcet tone soothed what little worries you had floating in your head. It was as if they didn’t exist. You don’t know how he did it, but you were able to relax into the bed now, feeling how comfortable it was on your aching back and hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You wiped the stray tear from your cheek and sat up a little, groaning at the stretch to your hip. “I was in the bathroom.” Your excuse was light, the boys catching it quickly, but no one said anything.

“That’s okay. As long as you made it.” Taehyung’s husky tone made you want to groan again, for a different reason entirely.

“I made it.” You say back.

“Well, we are all sure that you want to rest so we will let you go.” Namjoon speaks up but Jungkook’s voice is heard at the end.

“Wait! Are we going to be able to see her tomorrow?” You squint your eyes, trying to figure out why he said to wait.

“Err, Jungkook wants to know what your plans are for tomorrow?” Namjoon changes Jungkook’s question a little, not wanting to pressure you.

“Uhm..” You hadn’t thought that far ahead. You knew they probably were hoping you would want to go and meet them, feel the soul touch and complete the bond. But your fear of the unknown had you wanting to step back, to stay trapped in the hotel room and fly back home after the week was over.

“I don’t want to bother anyone…” You begin to say, unable to form the sentence you want to say.

“You won’t ever bother us.” Yoongi’s tone is blunt as he cuts you off, reminding you of the first video call.

“We are not busy tomorrow.” Jin’s voice tags onto Yoongi’s, making you wonder if he could read minds.

You are reminded of the all-access pass the boys sent you for the HYBE building. You remember Songun pointing it out for you on the way to the hotel. Maybe you could walk there in the morning? Do some sightseeing and grab some coffee? You hope the minimal Korean you tried to learn on the plan was sufficient enough to get you by.

You were kind of at a standstill, Namjoon realized. You didn’t feel comfortable enough to ask them if you could visit them tomorrow, and none of the boys wanted to make you feel pressured to see them so early.

“If it’s okay with you, maybe I could visit in the morning? I’m not sure what time I’ll wake up but I plan on going to bed soon.” Your voice was entirely unsure, and you weren’t confident in your words, something the boys noticed and had their heartstrings tugging.

“That sounds perfect, baby.” Namjoon’s dulcet tones once again managed to calm your racing heart. Anything you let them have, anything you were willing to give, they would happily take. They were just happy you were giving them a chance, anything else was a miracle.

“Okay.” You whisper back, still not sure what to say to them.

“We will let you rest, okay. We—” Namjoon paused, seemingly catching those three little words on his tongue.

“Thank you for coming.” Yoongi interjected, seeing his younger mate stumble on the sentence they all wanted to say.

“Goodnight.” Your smile was small as they said goodbye.

Putting down your phone and plugging it into your charger, you finally notice the small basket on the side table by the door. You walk over to it, moving slowly so you don’t bug your hip any more than you already did. A small smile grows on your lips as you see a couple of Korean snacks and candy along with a bottle of red wine and a bank card?

You grab the note in the basket to see that it was written by one of the boys, probably Namjoon.

You made it!

We are happy that you are here and hope you like your room.

We have each picked out some snacks that we enjoy, with the hopes that you too might like them. We have also included a bank card that is attached to our soulmate account for you to use while you are here. Please use it. We want your time with us to be free and fulfilling and don’t want you to have to worry about anything.

Your boys,

They each had signed their name to the bottom, giving you the wistful feeling that rose up your back. Their words and actions made you feel cared for and had you slipping the bank card into one of the slots in your wallet, not entirely sure if you would use it or not. You moved back to the bed, sitting down on it and feeling the way your muscles relaxed into the bed.

You didn’t realize how much hearing their voices had calmed you down, had made you feel relaxed. Relaxed enough to fall asleep with your shoes on and your feet hanging off the big bed.

Next Chapter

[tomssexdoll]

a nsfw aplahbet with bill kaulitz please 🫶🏻🫶🏻

HEYYYY OK IM EXCITED

NSFW ALPHABET BILL KAULITZ structure creds: @angelll135444

A=after care: Bill is amazing with aftercare, he is so loving and gentle with you, makes sure you feel ok, makes sure you're cleaned up, tucks you in to bed after teehee, makes you something to eat or drink if you want it

B=Body Part: his favourite body part on you is DEF your tits, he loves playing with them, sucking on them, literally doing anything with them, especially squeezing them while you ride him hrbwehjnfwe

C=Cum: I feel like Bill is def a fan of cum, his or yours, he loves cumming in you and on you. He also LOVES when you cum in his mouth when he eats you out

D=dirty secret of his: he secretly likes being a sub and likes slight pain

E= Experience (how well experienced they are) I'm very 50/50 on this, one half of me says he's shy and doesn't have much experience but the other half tells me he knows how to please a woman so well

F= Favourite position: def doggy and cowgirl, he loves squeezing your tits in cowgirl obvs and LOVES to grab onto your ass in doggy

G= Goofy (Are they serious during sex?) mostly, i feel like he will joke now and again maybe at the start and the end but when its getting STEAMY he is very serious

H= Hair (Do they trim?) YES. OMG. Bill hates being hairy down there, he will always make sure he is clean shaven, as for you he doesn't care as long as it's not a lot of hair cause he loves eating you out

I= Intimacy (Are they intimate during sex?): HELL YESSSS! Even when he's balls deep in you he will kiss and praise you (thats if you haven't pissed him off)

J= Jerking off: he def does, I feel like he'd do mutual masturbation with you but when you're away he def does it over the phone or will BEAT HIS MEAT to photos or videos of you, he has some cheeky photos saved of you teehee

K= Kinks (one kink or more) he def has a degrading kink, whether its you doing it or him, also a praising one too, he likes pain too

L= Location (Favourite places to have sex.) def the shower or bedroom

M=Motivation (turns them on what gets them really going etc.) usually seeing you naked or you teasing him will make him feral

N= No (something they definitely wouldn’t agree too) he wouldn't agree on hitting her (except her ass) at all, even if she asked

O= Oral (receiving giving) he loves when you suck his dick but HE WILL DEVOUR YOU AT ANY CHANCE HE GETSSS, he is literally soultied to ur pussy, he loves it so much

P= Pace (Slow and sensual or rough?) it depends on the day, time, what has happened, his mood, etc. usually he will be slow and sensual but sometimes he can get roughh

Q= Quickie: in my opinion he's not as sex mad as tom, I feel like he can go without a quickie for a while but he LOVES them when he agrees to them

R= Risk taking: Bill is very conservative about public sex I feel like but maybe once he'll take the risk if he needs it

S= Stamina (How long can they last?) usually 3 or 4 rounds, after that he is EXHAUSTED.

T=Toys (would they own any?) yes def, he loves using vibrators on you

U=Unfair (teasing) You mainly tease Bill and it makes him sooo mad, he loves it but he isn't that much of a teaser

V=Volume (how loud they are) he's quieter then you but he will def make noises, I feel like it's not yelling but it isn't like normal pitch ifyk

W=Woman (what type of woman he would date) mmm, idk i feel like he isn't super picky with his women, maybe he'd prefer his women with a more alternative look?

X=Xray (what’s packing down there) IT'S LIKE 9 INCHES DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED, HE IS PACKING BUS, HE IS PACKING BUILDING.

Z=Zzz (how fast they would fall asleep) he would make sure you are comfortable and then fall asleep

TYSM FOR THE REQ THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : B E E Z L E B U B P A R T 2 W O

M A S T E R L I S T

wooot woot! part 2, final part of this chapter! lets gooooo!

Warnings: SMUT/MDNI18+, death, bible references, angels and demons, religious references, demons displaying powers an abilities, demons killing humans (bad ones though), mentions of greed and lust, mentions of murdering children and raping women (historical references) there is a little poem that i made up of how Jay introduces his real identity to the cult membrs and reader, just adding that in case you are touchy with the subject of religion.

Your heart plumets to the ground as the mentioning of ‘angels’ and ‘sinner’ emerged from a random voice in the crowd afar, forgetting that you have seven full days, you nearly were scared half to death as for a moment, you thought the voice was referring to you.

Feeling your body tremble at the man’s words, Jay locked you in his embrace tightly, while glaring at the moving crowd afar.

Maneuvering you away from the crowd, into a secluded spot at the Azalea Garden, located at the entrance of the nature trails, he nearly had you levitating off the ground as he lifted you with his arms bear hugging you. He moved you with ease as he took you away from where the voices could be heard strongly, of people talking about the event that was to occur for whomever was the selected.

A stone bench perfectly placed in the center of a small open area, surrounded by bushes of azaleas in full bloom. The distant voices of the crowd was faint, but still could be heard.

You began to sob as Jay lays you on your back against the bench, propping your legs up as he kneels beside you.

“Hey, shhhh…its okay. Nothing is going to happen to you, I’m here, remember? It’s okay.”

Calming your nerves, he strokes your cheek as you lay facing him, grabbing onto the front of his vest.

“Its okay angel…I promise, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Neither are my brothers, especially Heeseung.”

Leaning in, he kisses you ever so tenderly.

Whimpering slightly into his kiss, you feel just a little bit of his tongue peeking into your mouth as he takes the kiss into a passionate level.

“Do you remember the deal you made with him?” he asks as he takes a faint break from the kiss, cupping your ears into his hands as he strokes through your hair. “Do you remember, angel?”

“….mmm…..mmhmm.” you softly hummed as you nodded, the tears still glazing your eyes, making them sparkle like diamonds.

“what do you remember about it? Can you tell me?” he asks.

You shifted your gaze slightly and thought back. That’s when Helel’s voice echoed into your brain once more.

‘Good….next…my brothers…when you meet them…before they take on and help….you’re going to need to….do an exchange….and I promise…they’ll take care of everything….does that make sense? Pretty?’

Slightly gasping, you spoke out nearly in a whisper.

“….there was something…about meeting you and the rest of his brothers….and doing an exchange…and that you’d all take care of everything.” You stuttered out as you shift your gaze around, trying to remember correctly as you were in a state of intense euphoria the moment you made that deal with him.

“That’s right….that’s right girly. We’re going to take care of everything.” Kissing you once more, he continues to speak in between pecks.

“You belong to Heeseung…you’re his queen..his goddess….with that being said, no matter how much we want to…no matter how otherworldly we find you….there is a fine line we can’t cross. So just appreciate what were allowed to give you, and don’t ask for any more than that. I promise…you’ll get it…from him…when its time to bring you home. Does that make sense, angel?” he kisses you as you nod.

“mmm…uh huh.” You issued out.

Whispering against your lips, he tells you “good girl…” as you felt his hand reach down into your skirt.

With his lips pressed firmly against yours, you felt the arching rise of your back as he hooks your panties off to the side and begins to massage your clit with his lengthy and soft fingers.

“Uuuugh!...mmmmm….” you started to moan out uncontrollably while your gut trembles as you raised your head slightly from the amount of pleasure that was hitting you.

“….Ugh…wh-what….”

Kissing your ear, he inquires your words. “What is it angel? Tell me.”

“wh…what about…the angels-ugh!” your voice nearly cuts out as you feel him insert his finger inside you.

“what angels? The only angel I see is the one right below me.” He states as his kneeling state allowed him to remain hovering over you  while kissing your lips.

“Besides, i’ll take care of those idiots as soon as I’m done with you…don’t worry. I promise to take care of everything, didn’t I? pretty angel?”

Your moans came out shaky as he inserts another finger.

“Shhhh..yeeeeeeeeah……that’s our girl….moan out….come on…..moan some more.”

‘That’s our girl….’

You’re still unsure exactly what you are to these men, yet you didn’t care. The moment he injected a third finger, you felt your eyes rolling towards the back of your head as you slightly drooled out. His pace started out slow and deep, then transitioned to a quickened pace as he planted kisses all over your neck, your jaw, your lips, your cheeks, and your cleavage.

Reaching both your arms up, taking a bend at each elbow, you plastered your palms on the bench above your head as your body continues to take on a deep arch, enforcing your head to tilt much farther back. You needed your hands reaching above to help support you as you felt your shoulder blades lifting off the stone seating.

“Oh!....Oh my God!!....mmmmmm” biting your lip, your hips started to move in waves as he injects another finger. His whole hand nearly fucking you, admitting a tight fit.

“Yeah…come on baby, keep moaning. There’s nothing better than the sound of a horny angel. Its better than the scream of a guitar.”

Thrusting his fingers in a deep and jolting motion, you felt your body shift up each time he goes in.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ugh! Ugh! My God!”

“Keep screaming.”

“Mmmmmm….fuck!”

“Say my name.”

“J…Jay!!”

“Gooooooood giiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrllllll…” his growl triggered the memory of Helel’s tone as he issued the same praise to you.

‘Good giiiiiirrrrrlllll.’

Fucking you with his fingers, the spread of each extremity inside you had put you on cloud nine as he began to scissor you. He wasn’t widening our core, instead, the motions of his fingers spreading and closing massaged your walls as he hooked, rubbed, tapped, and slightly pushed as he thrusted them in and out. The warmth of his skin, much like when he had rubbed your feet, had warmed your inner flesh as you felt the strokes of his soft skin going in and out of your entrance. It was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It was deep, passionate, peaked to a level of height that topped any mountain. It was everything. So much, you could feel the color red.

Within his kiss, he bites down on our lip.

“Ready for a little bit of pain?”

Wincing your eyes out of the prime state of pleasure, you nodded. The moment you do, he inserts another finger, and the stretch burned you.

“Ugh! It hurts! It hurts!” you whined as the mixture of pleasure and pain stained you with hysterical sensuality as your body jolts, arches, and rolls into waves.

“You know what they say, ‘love hurts’, but in our case, it feels amazing.” He issues out as he injects his tongue inside your mouth, smacking his lips against yours as he admits a deep and passionate kiss.

Speeding up the pace of his thrusts, he goes faster…deeper….and finally…

“Oh! Ugh! Oh my God!! I’m-I’m gonna cu-cum!!”

Grabbing on to his wrist as he thrusted, you felt yourself oozing out as the squelching sound of skin to skin contact, rubbing, as he draws out the liquid your walls produced, and thrusts it back in.

“Good girl.” He whispers as he kisses you, his free hand caressing your breasts as he extends his thumb to stroke your collar bone.

Removing his hand from our entrance, covered in the shiny essence of your body’s natural lubricant, he reaches up and sticks two of his fingers inside your mouth, over towards one inner corner.

Watching as your tongue licks, your mouth slurps, and your cheeks coated with the taste of you, he leans down, keeping his fingers inside, he joins in as he kisses you, deeply. His tongue, along with yours, cleans each one of his fingers as he takes in the delight of feeling the softness of the inside of your cheek.

With deep breaths, you were barely recollecting your composure as he taps your stomach and chuckles.

“This…is going to be filled up when Heeseung gets to you…you know that right?” he smirks in a mischievous manner. “So these next six days, we’re going to help you get ready…take it as a method of preparation.”

You slightly gave a look of confusion as you were still recovering, your body still waving slightly and your hips rolling as you could still feel the throbbing pleasure from your orgasm.

“…p-preparations?” you inquired tiresomely.

“uh-huh…women…especially humans, wouldn’t be able to withstand his vigor….did he mention that to you?”

Your eyes shifted away as you pondered. Reflecting back once more to the moment you were with Helel, you recalled when he flipped you under him, and you whimpered out his name, to which he bit his lip harshly and grew wide eyed…almost as if he was about to snap out of intense desire.

‘Fuck babe…don’t do that..not yet…you’re going to make me lose control. Can’t do that…..not yet…that’ll hurt…trust me.’

Jay could tell by the look on your face that you had thought of something at his inquiry.

“He did, didn’t he?” he smirks.

Looking back up at him, your alluring gaze transitioned to an innocent one, Jay continued with a slight mocking tune in his voice.

“The only way he can have you…is through us helping. We’re glad to do it…. especially for someone pretty as you.” he winks. Maybe it was your vision recovering from the euphoric blur, or maybe it was the pleasurable tears that burned your eyes as they dried, but for a quick second, you thought you saw his dark eyes turn red…bright red. Yet….they are black now….

Standing up, he extends his hand to you and aids you up. His hand wrapped around your waist as he guides you back into the main street of the city.

“wh-where are we-“

“I told you, I’d take care of everything, right?” he kisses you as he leads the walk.

Reaching the sight of a large crowd, he scoffs out. “Huh…make it any more obvious why don’t you?”

You tilt your head slightly as you inquired what he meant, to which he shook his head and kissed you. “Nothing angel, I’m just being a dick. Truth be told, humans annoy me. But you….you’re an exception.”

Just as he gazed into your eyes with a soft smile upon issuing out his words, a voice from behind you calls out your name.

“Its you! Its her! I found her! Y/N!!”

Looking behind, you see figures of the Voia Domnului walking over towards you and judging by their attire and the badges they had, they were high profiled members of the cult.

“You!” one of the members stabs out. “The Senator will see you now!”

Clutching on to Jay’s vest, you felt his wrap around your waist tightened as he reaches up and pressing on the back of your head, he gently notions for you to cover your eyes as he presses your face against his skin.

Whispering, he speaks only loud enough for you to hear under his breath.

“Don’t worry….we’re not going to let aaaaaaaanything happen to you, pretty angel.”

Nodding, you hugged his frame as he tightens his embrace with his strong and lithe arms.

“Who are you? Give that woman to us right now! She has caused great offenses to the Senator, anyone aiding her will be subjected to an equal or greater punishment in the name of God!”

Scoffing, you feel the vibration as Jay spoke in a clear, loud, yet calm voice.

“Huh….name of God eh?” Laughing, your head bounces lightly along with his chest as he chuckles.

“Aw….you idiots sure are something else….no matter how old your kind gets, you all will just be as dumb as you were when the world was born.”

You could hear as the figures behind start to lash out violently as Jay continued with his series of insults.

“Tell me, did ‘God’ asked you to form this stupid cult of yours? Did ‘God’ personally ask you to murder your own kind in his name? Huh? Do you even know what he desires? What he wants the most? What he likes? What his fucking face looks like?....huh?....Do you?” Jay continues to calmly antagonize the group, which judging by the sound of the numerous footsteps, sounded like at least 10 or 15.

“Let me tell you fucktards something…” Jay pauses as he chuckles. “God…doesn’t have his name in anything that you do….the ‘name of God’ is such a fucking hoax…you people use it against each other to abuse and torment one another. You use it to hide your flaws, your sins, your crimes…you use it to hide men who rape women and murder children.”

You could tell at the last bit of his sentence; his voice grew deeper with a growl and snarl. It remained as such when he finished his anecdote.

“God….wants nothing more than for you people to develop your own peace, prosperity, mind, and soul, without the sense of corruption and greed tainting it…and yet here you idiots stand….doing the exact opposite of what he desires….all in the sake of his supposed name…what a fucking joke.”

“A non-believer!! Grab him along with that stupid bitch!” one of the figures issues out as he commands a line of cult members to make their way towards you and Jay.

Tightening his arms around your waist, he asks you.

“Angel…you’re soft, beautiful, and full of light….but I also know you have a little bit of a darker side in you…you all do. But yours is the most beautiful and the sweetest…and it fits our type….”

Looking up at him, your eyes widened at his statement, which he continued to elaborate as he cupped your cheek.

“You are…don’t tell me your not…because if you truly weren’t….you wouldn’t have made that deal with Heeseung.” He smirks.

“I’m only telling you this, because I’m about to give you an option….”

Looking deep into his eyes as the cult members come in closer and closer, he tells you.

“If you don’t want to watch, you don’t have to. You can close your eyes and lay yourself against me, and I’ll make sure you don’t see it…but…..if you’ll allow that darkness to come out a bit….if you’re willing to allow yourself be half darkness and half-light, then….I’ll ask you….do you want to witness this? Do you want to know who I am? Do you still want to know my real name?”

His eyes pulled you deeply as he caressed your cheek.

‘Half darkness….half light….’

With everything that has happened, you thought of Lily, all the children that were selected to die, how the world had changed, how everything was taken away from the people, from you, and what happened that night with Forras….with everything that you went through with Jay….and Helel….you made your choice and knew that it was the right one.

“….I do….” You softly speak out. In response, Jay smiles as he kisses you….hard. So hard, it hurt….and you could tell, it was all out of happiness on his part.

“Awww!! Our fucking girl!!” he looks over at the members, who paused their steps at the escalated volume of his enthusiastic voice. “Isn’t she so fucking perfect? Huh? It’s almost like she was meant to be with us! With him! His fucking bride of beauty and torture! What a fucking doll!

He laughed and yelled out his words, entirely too happy and yet, you were pleased to see him this way, though your expression was blank. Somehow, seeing him praise you and claiming you as the bride of his brother, it made you feel like you belonged….which was a feeling you had bee stripped of for a long time now.

Releasing you, he motions you to stand by and watch with a smile as he gently tucks you in behind him, approaching the numerous cult members that surrounded you both.

The lead cult member, looking rather un-amused, crosses his arms as he calmly issues the command “Get him, and bring that filthy whore to me.”

Watching as they took out a series of batons, handcuffs, knives, and even guns, for a moment you felt fearful for Jay’s safety as not only was he greatly outnumbered, but also lacked any weapons to protect himself.

Spreading his arms wide, he speaks in a raging voice as he cursed the cult members.

“Oh! You idiots want to bear your fucking pitiful weapons at me? Huh….okay, go ahead. Since I got oh..i don’t know, two minutes before that puppet comes out to carry out your deeds…that gives me some time to play with you all….in fact…it’s more than enough time….two minutes is a fucking lifetime…I’ve got all the time in the world right now.” He tilts his chin down and with a dark glare, his eyes beamed red before going jet black, to include the sclera.

With a simple set of words, you witnessed the unimaginable.

“Come on.”

…………

In a blink of an eye, a massive swarm of insects ascend from above and targets each cult member. You watch as the excruciating and gruesome manner of the fly’s’ feasts on their bodies inside and out. Entering through eyes, nose, mouth, and open wounds, the flies would nest themselves within their flesh. Maggots would suddenly emerge from their torn and eaten flesh as the skin on their bodies would stretch out and gape apart. It was a horrible sight, and for a moment, you regretted your decision in telling him you wanted to watch. That was when he spoke out and starlted you out of your shockingly fearful state. His voice pitched with loud volume, he spoke out the poetic introduction, revealing his true identity for the world to hear...

“I do pray…that ye have ol faith.

For that someday...

Your soul shall be only, for ye Lord to take.

 Yet if it comes to pass,

that ye shall commit his crimes against the innocent, youth, and virgin daughters…

Know that I, Beezlebub, Prince of Demons, Lord of the Flies,

shall cast the demons, and bring forth your rightful slaughter. “

Your mouth gaped as he versed out the meaning behind his name...his identity...his true self. As you continued to witness his great power, you whispered to yourself…

“Beezelbub….”

Even though you spoke in soft and airy breath, you watched as he turned his face, greeting you with his side profile as he smiles, winking upon hearing you say his true name.

It happened as swift as they came, the insects continued to feast on the carcasses of the offenders that lay, stripped of their blood, the elasticity of their skin, and the plump flesh that coated their bones. Soon, there was nothing but ash that became dust in the wind.

Just as you thought that he was finished, you stood up and walked over to him as his back still remained facing you. The flies remained surrounding you both as you were heavily guarded…but from what?

“J-Jay?”

“Hold on angel…got one more.” He looks over to the side. As you turned to face the direction of his view, you saw it…it was coming in like a meteorite, heading straight into the city.

‘The angels….’

The crowd could be heard hysterically yelling as they closed their windows, shut their doors, and hid in the comfort of their own homes and establishments while a single woman on her knees, remains stationary as she sobs, her untimely death breaching…or so she thought.

The moment the ‘angel’ crashes down, crumbling the pavement beneath it’s strong form, it continues to break the concrete as it takes its steps.

“Hey there…long time no see.” Jay calmly issues out, catching the attention of the angel as it’s faceless form peers over in his direction, losing focus at the selected woman before it.

With a screeching shriek that filled the air, the humanoid creature, made to look of liquid metal, takes on a stance to attack as its arms morphs into sharp blades…multiple blades in fact.

The shrieks it made pierced your ears, and it was the first time you ever heard them make any sound, for normally when they arrived to carry out the death sentence, they remained silent. Only the screams of the selected could be heard…normally….but not this time.

Leaping from a thousand, maybe even a few thousand feet away, the creature heads directly for you and Jay, to which the latter calmly, almost as if hew as amused and having fun with the event, grabs hold of your waist and nearly transports you out of the way.

‘W-what…did he just….fly?.....or teleport?.....we moved but…it was so fast…he moved me over a hundred feet in a blink of an eye…’

“Wait here, angel.” He remarks. Immediately as he issued his words to you, the creature from behind shrieks once more, as if it was responding to Jay.

“I wasn’t talking about you, dumbass! You’re not angel, she is! Fucking Hell…”  

He turns away as he squeezes your hand one last time and smoothly makes his way over to the creature.

“Does your fucking master know what you’ve been doing?...I bet he doooooooessnnnt.” Jay teases as he crosses his arms.

“I wonder what he would make of all this….this entire fucking atrocity that you and your fellow guardians are making….you know, it’s not unlikely for us to make deals with humans, but for you…..for you that reside within his kingdom….that’s against the rules, no?” Jay smirks.

The creature continues to screech harsly, and hysterically as it morphs into a new form, one that you or anyone hadn’t seen before. It grew larger, its slender form turned bulkier as the muscle definition was comparable to a large wrestler or a football player even.

“Oh ho! What’s this? Did I struck a nerve?” Jay continues to mock the creature. “Well, I hate to break it to you youngster, buuuuuuut….i’m much older than you…also…you’re forgetting the fact that me and my brothers, were the first ones….we know all the tricks of the trade. You all that came after us, are nothing but generic copies of the old breed, and you lack the originality that we were born with.”

The creature pounces towards Jay, yet he deflected by merely transitioning to a different spot, again, within a blink of an eye, the man nearly transported as he shifted from one spot to another. Up until now, you had thought that the ‘angels’ had been swift, cunning, and deadly in their movements, yet Jay’s motions made the creature looked lazy in its deliverance of physical force.

With a swing of its arm, filled with all types of motorized, imitated blades and saws, Jay simply catches the bare part of the arm with one hand.

Smirking, he merely issues the creatures final words.

“Hmm….looks like its time for you to go to Hell, I’ll make sure to let Niki know to take veeeeery good care of you once you meet him at the River Styx.”

With that, the sky, which was bright under a white layer of clouds and hollowed by the rays of the sun, turned dark. You could hear the cries and murmers of everyone that peeked their heads out, watching as a single man took on the creature with such ease.

Looking up, the darkness that plagued the sky…it was moving….

‘More flies?’

 Looking at Jay, he peeks a wink at you, and chuckles as he speaks in our direction “Yeah…that’s right pretty angel…more flies.”

Just as the flies did away with the cult members, you watched as the entire sky re-lit the moment all the insects gathered and aimed for the creature in Jay’s grasp. It happened so quick…and so quietly…for in a short few seconds, the flies disbursed and scattered into the air, and the angel….was gone.

Walking over to you, Jay reaches and pulls you in for a tight embrace. “Lets take you home, angel.”

Now that you knew who he was, he wasted no time in getting you back as he grabbed on to you tightly, and a series of butterflies, all of the same type as the one earlier, the bright emerald green colors circulate around your and Jay. You peaked through the small gaps of the beautiful green hues that were blurring together and saw the woman looking around, shocked, confused, and shaking with sobs as she was greeted with her family. She couldn’t have been any more than perhaps a couple years older than you.

Within a peak of a second, the flash of green brightened and you squinted your eyes shut as you buried your face into Jay’s chest. Feeling a slight tug on your waist, he calmly tells you.

“We’re here…”

Looking around, your breathing paused when you took a look around and saw that you were inside your apartment.

Cupping your face to have your eyes meet with his, he gives you a small peck on the lips.

“Wait here, he’ll come to you by tomorrow morning. So don’t go anywhere, okay?”

His hands were warm as he stroked your cheeks.

“…w-who is going to come?...another brother?” you asked.

He nods. “yeah…one of our younger ones. He’s going to like you a lot..i can already tell.”

You looked up at Jay and inquired for closure.

“How?...”

Looking over to your couch, he points at the line of cat plushies you have decorating the seats of your sectional.

“He likes cats….and apparently, so do you.” Jay remarks.

“Oh….”

Giving you one last peck, he tells you, “Stay here, and no matter what, don’t go anywhere until he gets here. I promise he’ll be here first thing in the morning. Until then, you need to be safe. If anything happens overnight, just call out his name.”

“Whose name?”

“You know….” Smirking, Jay tilts his head as he mouths silently to you.

‘H-E-L-E-L..’  

“….he’ll hear me?”

“yeah….he’ll always hear you. he loves you, therefore, so do we.”

Cupping your face, he says his goodbye to you.

“We’re going to see each other again real soon, so be good and safe.”

Kissing you on the forehead, your eyes close as you felt the warmth of his lips against your skin. The second you opened them, he was gone…just like Helel.

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"But some of them said, “By Beelzebul, the prince of demons, he is driving out demons.”" – Luke 11:15

C H A P T E R T H R 3 E : M A M M O N

Taglist: @deobitifull; @solstramaii

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☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Rindou

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ WARNINGS: Dom!reader most Parts, sub!reader for Letter W, mentions of toys

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ He’s very sappy after it

ꕤ Needs to be held and to hold you, so expect lots of cuddles after

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ his legs! Likes that He can bend himself in various positions

ꕤ on you He likes your chest. He’s addicted to cupping your boobs and sucking on your nipples

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ on your chest if you let him

ꕤ prefers not to release inside of you because even if you’re taking the pill or whatever He’s too anxious about a pregnancy

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ He would love to share you with Ran just to see you fall apart on his brothers cock and how He can boast about you being all his

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ Not really experienced. Had his first time but not much more than that

ꕤ Most women go for his brother because they think Rin is still little Rinnie, Baby of the family and all

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ plain old missionary or you on top

ꕤ any position where he can see or touch your boobs really

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ a few nervous laughs here and there

ꕤ a bit playful while exploring each others bodies, always smiling

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He keeps it neatly trimmed or shaves it off

ꕤ you don’t see much since it’s cute blonde hairs

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ he’s so sappy!!

ꕤ wants you close, hold you, feel you, look at you, wants you to take care of him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ not that much. He used to do it sometimes

ꕤ Now He would much rather have the actual thing because you know exactly what He likes

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ MOMMY KINK! And pet play, with him being your precious pet

ꕤ He is very interested in the idea of cuckolding? He’s just too shy to ask

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ his brothers bedroom. Why? He doesn’t know either but it’s thrilling

ꕤ everywhere in your apartment so he can live out his kinks without shame

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ When you boss him around, tell him what to do and He gets hard so fast it’s embarrassing

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ Anything with feet.

ꕤ Poor guy has a footphobia

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ giving, giving, giving! He lives for pleasing you, gets off himself just from the way you taste

ꕤ likes to receive aswell but only if your pussy is in his face

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ he’s normally rather slow

ꕤ if you teased him enough He can become quite desperate, snapping his hips up into you in a fast pace

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ only if it’s about you

ꕤ Slips his hand / face between your legs at every chance He gets

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ Ehh, depends. He wouldn’t want people, that aren’t his brother or close friends to catch you

ꕤ otherwise He wants to try out everything from A-Z

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ He can go 3-4 rounds but the first is the longest

ꕤ once He came he’s so sensitive, it doesn’t need a lot to get him over the edge again

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He doesn‘t own any toys himself but likes it if you use yours

ꕤ hold your vibrator to his tip or the rim of his puckered hole and he’s a whining mess

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ He doesn’t tease you at all, gets off from your orgasms so he rather overstimulates

ꕤ but he’s very into being teased, especially if you use your toys

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ at your place he’s very vocal, otherwise He suppresses it

ꕤ soft whines, high pitched moans and your name falling off his tongue like a prayer when He cums

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ sometimes after fights or getting teased by his brother He just wants to bed you over and treat you like a cheap whore

ꕤ a whole other side comes out, a very cruel one

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ not the biggest or most girthy one with 5,5 inches but he definitely knows how to use them

ꕤ he’s uncut and has a very sensitive tip, always leaking pre-cum when he’s aroused

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ not that high

ꕤ maybe wants it 1-2 times a week

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ if you made him cum more than twice he’s very sleepy, falling asleep before cleaning up while he’s cuddling you

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hi! Could you do an NSFW Alphabet for Daemon too please?

You got it, boo!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This is not Daemon's forte. His partner should consider themselves lucky if he so much as throws a damp washcloth their way afterwards.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Daemon's favourite body part on himself is either his hair or his eyes - he takes care to adorn his half up do with that little silver clasp, has intricate battle braids and even when it's short, he still has that little "fuck me" strand at the front. His eyes are the most expressive part of his face and his partner can always tell what mood he's in by looking at them.

His favourite body parts of his partner are their lips and their bum. He likes looking at their lips when they speak, likes dragging the pad of his thumb across the swell of their bottom lip, likes how they look wrapped around his cock. He's obsessed. The bum is slightly more obvious - Daemon enjoys grabbing a handful of it when he pulls his partner close or delivering a harsh swat to it as a form of correction.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Daemon loves seeing this dripping down his partner's face, or splattered across their chest.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Swings both ways. Not really a secret, but not something he's particularly open about either.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Yes, this man has done it all.

F= Favorite position

Doggy or cowgirl - though if it's cowgirl, you'd best believe he's thrusting upwards. He gives as good as he gets and then some.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Not goofy at all. Sex is not a laughing matter - fucking is a pleasure and pleasure is serious business.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Let's that big brown bush of his just do its thing. Though he is very particular about the hair on his head. No touching.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Rough and dirty, of course! If his partner doesn't sound like they're being brutally massacred then he doesn't consider himself to be doing a proper job.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Constantly. Daemon's a dirty old coot, constantly giving himself hand shandies.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Daemon is down to try everything. He's a big, big fan of anilingus though - giving AND receiving. He has a corruption kink too - if a person comes across as shy/sweet/innocent then he is frothing to defile them.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Everywhere. Daemon's not fussy - in the infamous words of Rammstein, you have a pussy, I have a dick, let's do it, quick.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Innocence. Lip licking and lip biting. Open defiance of him. Him seeing his partner wear something he has gifted them - a necklace or a brooch - makes him all possessive.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Perceived masculinity in women - not big on tom boys or women who he believes could take him or at least give him a hard time in a fight.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Loves both. Is as much a giver as he is a taker.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Decent stamina and rough and ready with it - Daemon doesn't really do lovemaking.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Daemon loves a quickie. Any time, any place, he's game.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Yes, Daemon is extremely experimental.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Daemon is a one and done type of guy, but that once is so intense his partner likely won't need or want another round.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes to both. Would let his partner fuck him with a strap. Would happily edge them with a dildo.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Daemon does not put up with being teased, though he'll dish out plenty of it to his partner, just to ensure they're dripping for him.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Dirty talk the entire time. "You love that, don't you? Little slut." etc. Runs his mouth the whole time, interspersed with feral sounding groans.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Will spank your arse raw if you misbehave and not allow you to look at him while he fucks you. "Naughty girls have to avert their eyes while they take their punishment."

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A big fat laphog - very girthy and a decent 7 inches in size.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Insanely high.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He's out like a light the moment he's nutted.

[divinctions]

✿ ━━━━ MILANI LENNOX

Is that Coco Jones ? oh, no, that's Milani Lennox ! A twenty-six year old Creative Director a W Chile who uses she/her pronouns. They currently live in Viña Del Mar, and the character they identify with most is Margo Hanson from The Magicians. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your resident misandrist here to look good and be funny / more below !

━━━━━━━━━  B A S I C S :

full name: milani brianna lennox

nickname(s): nini, mil, lanni, millie, milbri

age: twenty - six .

ethnicity: african american .

gender: cis woman .

pronouns: she / her .

orientation: lesbian

occupation: creative director at W chile .

language(s) spoken: english, spanish  .

━━━━━━━━━  P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

extremely confident and sure of herself. the kind of person who will do something just because someone said she couldn’t. puts the miss in misandrist fr, might be a slight over exaggeration but ! her patience and tolerance level for men is incredibly low. meanwhile, she worships the ground women and femme presenting people walk on. she has big drunk girl complimenting and fawning over you in the club bathroom energy, only she’s like that all the time to any and every woman or femme presenting person in her immediate area, stranger or not. she’s the friend who is always telling you to break up with your boyfriend at any slight hiccup in the road, whether it’s something as serious as entertaining other people or something as dumb as he said he’d call at 9pm and didn’t call until 9:03pm. still a dumpable offense. extremely smart but her cadence and the way she speaks makes people discount her as such which she lives for because it means she can turn around and be patronizing to them ! outside of people who underestimate her though, she loves helping people learn and tries to make her explanations as accessible as possible for those asking or in need of information because she feels knowledge should be accessible, because knowledge is power ! the type to analyze every interaction from word choice, body language, and tone because she’s a gossip and she will be bringing that information back to the council in as much detail as possible. very quick witted and calculated. she has a sharp and fast tongue and though it doesn’t sound like it because she talks absolute shit most times, her words are carefully chosen. very much a ‘i said what i said’ type of person, there’s nothing she’ll say behind your back that she won’t say to your face. for all intents and purposes, she is a very honest, upfront, kind of person but it is kinda funny because there’s so much of herself she hides on purpose because she doesn’t like being close. she doesn’t like being vulnerable, hates the intimacy that comes with being close, and would rather use everything she learned about you to hurt you and get you away from her than let someone hurt her.

━━━━━━━━━  B A C K G R O U N D :

spoiled. growing up in a family of self-made wealth, milani’s parents showered her with all the luxuries and opportunities they didn’t have as children. her mother a chief prosecutor and her father a psychiatrist, milani never had to worry about things she could or couldn’t afford. all she had to do was ask and it was hers. it wasn’t just her parents that spoiled her that way either. as a girl in a big family of women ( her mom had 4 sisters, her dad had 2 moms and 3 sisters ), they also showered their granddaughter and niece with all the riches she could want. being raised by a group of successful, supportive women was the basis for every morale that milani holds dear to her heart now.

like most young girls, milani wanted to be famous. a global superstar and while she couldn’t act to save her life ( and there’s child commercials that very well prove it ), singing and dancing were something that came natural to her. music was a love language between her parents. neither could hold a tune vocally, but they both played more than one instrument and would fill their houston home with records that they deemed mandatory listening from lauryn hill, tlc, etta james, and nina simone. there was hardly a time milani wasn’t singing along. she started posting covers on youtube once she got to high school and when she was 16 she was reached out to be a houston based record label. though her mother came with her to every meeting, milani never had any trouble speaking up for herself; something she noticed not every young girl under the record label could do. she became popular amongst artists for the way she would stand up for herself and others against producers and management if their criticisms veered on cruel instead of constructive. while working on her debut single she was she was exposed to people both in her immediate team and strangers who didn’t know her, telling her who she should be and who she was. milani wasn’t allowed to be herself and instead how to shape herself into the mold of what the label execs thought would make them money. no matter how much she tried to fight back, a newly 17 year old just didn’t have the vocabulary or understanding of the music industry to adequately fight against the company who was promising to make her dreams come true.

milani knew she was talented, and even at times she doubted, she had her mother to reaffirm all the best parts of her. her mother was more than just a confidant or a parent for milani, she was her best friend. there wasn’t a thing milani felt she couldn’t share with her mother. where milani’s words failed, her mothers picked up. she wouldn’t let anyone take control or advantage of her daughter. it was a dependency she never thought she’d have to be without. so when her parents passed in a plane crash it was like she’d been reborn. Pushed back into a vulnerable state where nothing made sense, and she didn’t know how to walk or talk and had no concept of how life was supposed to move forward. of course, she still had her grandparents, and her aunts but it wasn’t the same.

The loss made it hard to get back into music. without her mother as her advocate, she was left to defend herself. she asked for copies of all of their contracts and spent restless nights pooling over them and googling explanations for words she didn’t understand and demonstrations on breaking down the math of it all. she’d mark up the contracts with things that weren’t working or things she needed explained before anyone signed anything, and even after she had her explanations she would only jot them down and go back to do more research not trusting the label to do right by her. her efforts didn’t go without sacrifice though. she was sleeping through alarms for recordings, her grades began slipping, and her family hardly saw her. as determined she was, it didn’t matter. she couldn’t do it alone and she decided to walk away from the label rather than let anyone decide the kind of person she would be.

it made her angry having to give up something she felt brought her closer to her mother. she didn’t understand why there were so many people in power who felt so comfortable telling young girls what they’re allowed to be. her own anger and the horror stories she’d heard from other women and femme presenting people in the industry made her want to start to wonder how things could be changed if there were more women at the top of companies than they had then.

she started to look for more things that connected her to her parents in their absence, and taking their clothes and repurposing them became both a way to mourn and to give her a creative outlet. it reminded her of all the times she'd sit with her mother at her vanity watching and learning how to do her makeup and all the shopping sprees she went on with her dad. clothes became the way she found herself and her confidence again and became very passionate about it.

while milani never had an eye for designing specifically, she didnt have a knack for styling and repurposing. she didn't realize there could even be a career for that specifically so when she went to school she decided to study business law and while she was at a career fair there she learned about all the different kinds of job available at fashion magazines and how she didn't have to design her own clothes in order to be a part of the fashion world. despite being halfway in her business law degree she didn't let that stop her form pivoting to a focus in fashion.

she was top of her classroom president of multiple organizations, and even found time to study abroad. on paper it just appeared that milani was a goal oriented, hardworking individual but in truth she was running from the grief she never gave herself to feel. she felt it every time she went through a heartbreak, or accomplished something she just wanted to share with her mom and dad. graduating and coming to home to be surrounded by memories of them, and being told how proud they would be of her didn’t feel her with the comfort she knew it was suppose to. it only brought her pain, so she started running. 

being so charismatic made it easy to find herself in the right circles, talking to the right people. it wasn't long before she worked a few law positions at a variety of magazines and was showing up at fashion shows. overtime she was sitting in photoshoots, participating in article/photoshoot discussions, and worked her way into a stylist position at w. when the chile branch began doing some reworking that hired milani as their creative director because of their familiarity with her as well as the fact that she was already well traveled and would make the adjustment fine.

━━━━━━━━━   H E A D C A N O N S :

When she was in school, milani she started up an instagram account that was based around sharing information, studying, an educating people ( femmes specifically ) on things they may not be aware of when it comes to business and even though she’s out of school she still hosts a lot of ‘study with me’ lives where, yes they do in fact study that’s the goal, but she’ll also help them with their homework if she’s able, giving advice, and trying to instill the same confidence within her fans that her parents gave to gave to her.

she’s definitely broken up a few unhappy homes by sliding into the mans dms just so she could turn around to the femme partner and be see what he’s like :/ i’d never do that to you :/ i’d treat you so much better, so right :/ she’d also “cheat” on her “man” ( she’d never date a man seriously ) but she’d never cheat with a fellow femmes man. a girl's girl to her core.

also the type to be out partying until 4am and is still able to show up to work at 8am without a hair out of place. but she is immediately crashing for seven hours once she’s done for the day.

supporter of womens rights but ESPECIALLY their wrongs.

spoils their partners like CRAZY. again, worships the ground they walk on. catches a crush on a different girl every five seconds unless she’s in a happy relationship then that woman/femme presenting person is the only person in the whole world. But dont get attached bc she will hurt your feelings :/

hates giving men credit for anything :/ so instead of “jesus christ” or “oh my god” she’ll say “ for the love of athena” or “aphrodites sake” also will replace things like “grow a pair” with “grow some tits” bc she doesn’t agree with the idea that a man should be the reference point for strength 

has a joke for everything, literally everything, and it's okay if you dont think shes funny because she thinks she's hilarious.

━━━━━━━━━   W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S : 

Femme squad: self explanatory but milani is a girls girl through and through, i just know she travels in a pack at all times UIHJDKSFAIOJFOKD loves the company of girlies, will aways hype them up, will always say yes to seeing them so a whole. An iconic femme squad is her dream.

Girlies whose men she gave a “loyalty” test to aka tried to prove their man would cheat so that she could slide up: A GIRLS GIRL THROUGH AND THROUGH I TOLD YOU. if she believes she could treat a girl better than her boyfriend then she is absolutely sliding up in the dms to catch him willing to cheat so she can prove her point.

Current situationships; if its with a girly shes screaming crying throwing up (affectionately), if its a man shes screaming crying throwing up (deragtory)

People that just hate her and in turn she hates them, we can find reasons but i think its funny if there isnt one lMAO

[stylusmusings]

Joe Keery NSFW ABC

As I'm trying to grow this account, I really do appreciate reblogs, follows and letting me know who else you guys want to see?

A - After Sex

If you’re in a relationship, he likes to cuddle and just enjoy each other’s company afterwards. If not, he’ll probably get out of there to avoid your parents.

B - Bottom or Top

If you want to make him a more submissive, just tug on his hair. However, he’s usually the top and takes the dominant position.

C - Cum

Joe likes to cum in your hair but hates when it is done in return - that’s practically a dealbreaker for him unless its an accident. Though, it normally throws him off of his charm.

D - Dress Up

He secretly likes dressing up in the sailor costume that he kept but that’s usually only far in a relationship. He’ll also let you call him Steve in it if you ask nicely.

E - Experience

He’s got quite a bit of experience with a lot of different women but with the amount of times he’s been with Joseph Quinn, it has evened the field.

F - Favourite Bodypart

Hair, both his own and other people’s.

G - Gag Reflex

Joe’s got a normal gag reflex of about 5 inches.

H - Hair

Joe does grow out his chest hair as it makes him feel quite manly and it draws more attention. He does shave it from time to time as it is preferred when he’s acting.

I - Intimacy

Joe is quite intimate but there are various dealbreakers that he has that are pretty set in stone.

J - Jerking

Doesn’t really have the time but if he’s on set with Quinn than it might be more than usual.

K - Kinks

He does occasionally like fucking you in between scenes but those tend to be quickies. He much likes seeing you walking about after with a little limp in your step.

L - Lube

Joe likes making it comfortable and uses lube.

M - Massages

It isn’t really a thing that he does. But, it does get him in the mood after a long day on set which tends to be helpful - just watching the tent rise as you rub his shoulders.

N - Nopes

Comes back to being called Steve or mistaken for his character in general. There’s also people who come to him for the fame or asking to meet the other cast members. If you want to be fucked silly by both him and Joseph then you have to earn it, not ask for it.

O - Oral

The one thing that you can count on is his mouth all over you and he wants the same in return. It takes a while to get him to stop talking every other second that he’s got his tongue in you.

P - Position/Place

He loves fucking you on set, in dressing rooms etc.

He prefers to fuck you in reverse cowboy/cowgirl.

Q - Quickies

Big fan of quickies and if it happens to be that you’re walking around with his cum leaking then all the better.

R - Risky

Extremely risky and is very likely to have a video leaked in the future but he keeps on promising that it is safe so he can fuck you more in public.

S - Sexts

All the time, especially when he’s with Joseph. It might be a dick pick or it might be an ass pic - hell, might even be him jerking off. He loves sending dirty messages when he can see how you’re reacting from afar.

T - Toys

The pairs of handcuffs hanging off his bed at the moment are telling of what he does to you every night in his own bed.

U - Underwear

Joe sticks to boxers - although you can sometimes bribe him in the morning with a blowjob to go jockstrap instead.

V - Volume

He’s rather quiet in bed surprisingly, although you likes hearing a lot of noises and it keeps him turned on.

W - Wrecking Ball

Joe isn’t particularly rough unless things on set were really rough, then he wants to fuck you silly several times. There was that one time you broke the bed frame, the same night that he fell asleep while in you.

X - X-Ray

Joe’s got a 6 inch, narrow, cut cock. He grows out his pubes with the occasional clean-up trim.

Y - Yep

He really likes a long kiss when you grip his hair and grab his ass, your body practically attached to his. Probably will end with him picking you up and fucking you till the wall has a hole in it.

 Z - Zest

Joe isn’t the horniest of people but he’s down to fuck at least two or three times a week.

[queenofbaws]

ahhhhHHHHHH it's been a hot minute since i've stopped and done one of these, but i figured now's the time, huh??? a quick little update here on my end: i'm hoping to be finishing of mummy men & bathtub soup, my conrad manofmedan-centric ghost hunting fic, in the coming weeks, so everything else is likely to be running a little slower for the immediate future. it's one of a handful of wips i'm REALLY trying to wrap up before the guilt eats me alive, telltale heart style, M O S T L Y because i have so much stuff planned for the creepiverse that i'm just...bursting at the seams to get some sort of momentum going there, haha!!!

my weekends have also been a bit more chaotic than usual lately, between health crap and family crap, so once more, if you've sent me a flash fiction prompt recently that i haven't gotten to, i promise you'll see it filled one of these days 😭 just waiting for things to calm down a bit.

BUT HEY with all that in mind, i'm throwing a chunkier sneak-peek of like wringing blood from a stone here under the cut! never fear: i'm way too deep into hackett hyperfixation to NOT be working on it in the background, but until conrad's story comes to a close, hackett house will just be a littttttttle quieter than usual ;P

(as always, i hope you're all doing well out there, that you're being as nice to yourselves as you possibly can, and that YOUR creative endeavors are going well <3 you got this!!!)

He knew better to bring those questions to Constance; in his heart he suspected she would’ve known plenty and more about this bizarre side of things, but in nearly sixty years of marriage, all she’d ever willingly shared of her life before him was that the mother and grandmother who’d raised her up had been ‘ugly, witchety women,’ and not much else. Not ‘witchy,’ mind, not ‘wicked,’ not ‘wretched,’ but ‘witchety.’ That was as far as she’d be pressed on the subject, and he’d been raised to let sleeping dogs lie, so that was as far as he’d tried to press.

Jack, though. Jack you couldn’t get to shut up.

And he was more than a little witchety, himself. He hadn’t been able to make heads or tails of that word until the first time the Fiddlers had shown up on his doorstep—then it’d made perfect sense. Witchety. Yeah.

“I’m gonna ask you something.” Jed didn’t wait for him to react, instead sitting back in his own chair and rubbing tiredly at his stubble. “Figure I might as well, seein’ as how you’ve got an opinion on every other thing under the goddamn sun. You level with me now…this curse shit, it real?”

“Oh, it’s real. Real as the shirt on your back, I promise you that.”

He frowned. Not only was it the answer he’d least wanted to hear, but Jack hadn’t even paused to mull it over. That told him a great many things at once; very few of them good.

“Tell you something else, though,” Jack soldiered on. “Since you went and opened the door and all.” Then he did pause, looking down at the whiskey in his glass as he swirled it. After another couple seconds, he took a belt of it and set the glass back down. “People think of curses like a cold. Someone gives it to you, or it’s…I dunno, catching.” He shook his head. “But that ain’t right.”

He narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of it in his own head. “No?”

Jack shook his head again. “No. Curses are something you bring on yourself. If you’re cursed, well…that ain’t anybody’s fault but your own.”

Much as it pained him to do so, Jed held his gaze, dead eye and all. He wanted to see if he might backpedal, apologize for the slight when he realized what he’d said…but the only thing Jack did was take another drink of his whiskey.

“That don’t sit well with me.”

“Doesn’t have to. It’s the truth, Jed, and you know what they say about the truth. It shall set you free.”

“You understand you’re sittin’ in my house, telling me to my face that it’s—”

“Your own damn fault you’re up Shit Creek,” he finished for him. “Unfortunately, I am.”

“Now, you listen. Those kids were—”

Jack held both his hands up, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. “Helpin’ that boy. Uh huh. Yeah. I know. Six years I’ve been hearin’ about how helpful the pack is. Six fuckin’ years. And know what? That’s great. Real swell. And if I were a different man, maybe this is where I’d pat you on the shoulder and say somethin’ conciliatory. ‘No good deed goes unpunished,’ maybe. ‘There but for the grace of God go we.’ Only I’m not, and so you’re stuck what I’ve got to say. Which, if you hadn’t noticed, rarely runs on the side of consolation.” He took another breath, Jack, then sat forward with his arms on the table such that he could lean in. “They meant to help that boy, Jed. What they actually did was kill his whole family right in front of him.”

“Family,” he scoffed, leaning further back to show him what he thought of that one. “What family would that be? A truckful of carnies roaming town to town…that ain’t a fuckin’ family.”

Jack didn’t drop his gaze. “No? It ain’t? Huh. See—to me at least—sounds an awful lot like what you married yourself into.” He gave his glass another swirl. “An awful lot.”

[roleplaycharacter1shots]

character profile - Raven Brown {beauty queen}

G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Raven Elizabeth Brown Nickname: Ven Gender: Female Birthplace: United Kingdom Birthdate: December 15, 1977 Current Residence: United Kingdom Employer: the Organization Occupation: Assassin, owner of The Unicorn Horn Blood: Pureblood

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 5' 11 Hair: Dark brown Eyes: Hazel Dominant Hand: Right

Playby: Gal Gadot

B I O G R A P H I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N Raven (like most women one will meet) is more than just a pretty face. She does use her looks to her advantage, although being told she is beautiful no longer freezes her in her tracks she has heard it so often. Her parents have told her so as well as the many men (and women) she has chosen to affiliate herself with over the years. As a result, it takes a bit for Raven to be impressed or surprised by what others say to her. Most of her conversations are carried out with an extremely casual air, and it can almost be taken as if she isn't fully invested in the discussion.

Raven's childhood was a bit more eventful than most because of her perceived beauty. Her parents put her into Muggle beauty pageants, clearly taking advantage of their daughter as well as their magical abilities. Raven has taken care to block most of those years from memory, but the numerous trophies and crowns that still litter her family's living room are enough reminders. This also explains why she does not spend a lot of time with her parents, distancing herself from her family so that she can be her own person. Going to Hogwarts helped with that as well, of course, allowing her to make friends and focus on other things kids do. So when she was seventeen, she knew that she definitely wanted to go out on her own and figure out things.

So far, Raven feels that her life is lacking some adventure. Each night after work, she just goes home to her apartment to spend the rest of the night with her cat.

Raven used to be more adventurous. After she finished school, Raven moved out to live on her own and trained in martial arts as well as received her pistol certification. With this experience and her beauty, Raven began work as an assassin. The job did not last for too long with maybe only about three or four kills under her belt. The fact that she had to seduce people, only to kill them in the end, was uncomfortable (of course), so she left the assassin world behind after only about four years of work (from 1994-1998).

Now, the Organization has dragged her back into the game. There is no turning back, not with her kill count just going up and up and up…

C O N N E C T I O N S Parents: Walter Brown (father), Diana Brown (mother) Children: Chrissy (tabby cat) Romance: Deckard Molton (ex-boyfriend, 1997-1998) Tension: Deckard Molton (she broke up with him…)

O T H E R T H I N G S Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ravenclaw House Wand: Cherry, nine inches, unicorn hair Patronus: Crow Sexuality: Bisexual Spoken Languages: English Likes: Cats, sparkling water, long walks on the beach, books Dislikes: When people tell her how pretty she is, how people tend to treat her because of her looks Song: Confident - Demi Lovato

[ghostboyjules]

my beloved @rabooots tagged me in this game and y'all KNOW I'm a sucker for posting my music so leeesssgooo

(oh, I'm gonna do a lil sumn extra by posting a lyric along with it but it's defo not a rule I just wanna)

g:  Gold - Spandau Ballet

Gold (gold)

Always believe in your soul

You've got the power to know

You're indestructible, always believing

h: hellbound - Dua Saleh

Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim

No, I ain't no angel, I ain't fall in from the brim

Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin

You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs

o: Of the Abyss - Lorna Shore

From the carcass of a dead star

To the darkness of a blackened heart

We are one in the dust, in the nothingness

We are infinite, we are infinite

Misbegotten children of the abyss

We are infinite, we are infinite

s: Salt - Eivør

In canyons deep within my soul

Torrents of fury

They carve away my fear

But the hurt still echoes

t: To Each His Own - Talos

You ignored all the darkest of warnings

Found our end in the silence of morning

It fell beneath the cold

b: Bite Down - GIDEON (I just love the way he says this part 💀)

All the way down

Turn this shit up

I’ve given up on giving a fuck

o: Outta Time - Orville Peck (love this verse..)

Drag me into the party, guess I got nowhere to go

Got a man to my left and one on my right

And they tell me 'bout what they know

Headed for the back, I meet a girl who's tryna shoot the breeze

She tells me she don't like Elvis

I say, "I want a little less conversation, please"

y: Your Eyes, Will I Ever - Kriill

Heavy my heart

Carries your weight

Above you everything remains

My eyes will I ever

Your heart will I learn

Stones drown feathers fly away

j: Jet City Woman - Queensryche

Fortunes are lost on the women I've seen

But without you, I can't breathe

You're the air to me

u: Unpunishable - Ethel Cain (yeah I fuckin better be...)

Swollen up with envy

Says I’m his favorite

Yeah I fucking better be

Drifting just right out of sight

Show me where it hurts and I’ll

Lick it better

In the red light

l: Looking for the Summer - Chris Rae

The time has come and they must go

To play the passion out that haunts you so

Looking for the summer

e: Elegia - New Order

Instrumental~

s: Sad Disco - Flipturn

Summer came in on a Sunday

Hit me like a drunk on the subway, oh

Baby, I basked in the violence

Tulips and vines and the violets

.... not gonna lie I started to regret the lyric decision when I decided to format it. ajdjajfnf but at that point too much work had already gone into it so. had to be done. hope y'all enjoy these, if you end up listening to any of them 🖤

just gonna tag a few peeps cause that made me Tired™ and I am now Lazy

@watermelon-mafia (sorry) @wordsinhaled @weirdfishy @leave-me-alone-doctor (sorry) @hxh (I think we've already passed this around one time but like.. you only have 3 so :p) @eel-divinity @mothmanns okay that's all for now! if I've tagged you and you don't wanna do this, then just imagine it's me sending you a weird ass mixtape cause I was thinking about you ✨💖🖤

okay, g'niiight and Happy Halloween 🎃🦇✨

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

A don't care xD the high five <3

Hey at least they're happy for her!

Nahh you'll still be overlooked xd

MR. JOHNSON 💀 XDD

Aww cupcakes :D

"To match my Willard R. Abbott shirt" me: *pauses immediately* Jacob WHY

(tbh like jacobwhyy)

Okay good we love that xD

Rasheed 💀

Why does she enunciate her name so much. .

Ayy!! Girl I hope you prepared something xd

Girl why are you so short xD

Like that podium just does not help you I'm not gonna trying to be mean lovely xd

XD thanking for her laughing lol

Don't worry Janine it was a good pun xD I think I laughed idk it's been like a minute now

Thanking him lol

Crawled xD

OPE o.o

Ahh it's a concerted effort too xd

SLFJHFKS zipping up the short xD

"Now we know what the R stands for" SLFJGHSKDKHS HELP XD 💀

Yes Barbara exactly xD

That's lowkey a good acronym

Ahh yeah that is not good o.o

Don't blame yourself Jacob you're one guy lol

Just know it now yk xd

Yeah rewriting history :/

Seriously though could no one have found out somehow out of y'all xD

Joan o.o :'O

Not sure on the women Janine xD?

"My Uncle Franklin" xDD "A lot of eggs in that Franklin basket" xD

Yeesh that's a long time 😬 tracks but yk

I mean guys sometimes you gotta let it go xd it sucks ik but like

Ayy yeah the kids got pizza :D xD!

Well I mean it would be worse to go through with it xd

Lol are they seriously gonna come up with another xD

"I can do that" "Janine can do that" XD Ava I love you lol

"So racism's a laughing matter?" 💀 iconic xD

Nice play y'all lol

What now

Oh apocalypse xD

Ahh is that why we're gonna have a librarian episode next too xD

SLFKGSHFDKLS "Go help her, what if she needs to reach a book on the middle shelf" THE WAY THEY RUN XDD

Hey nice grab one :D

SLFDK did it flood?

SLFJGHSL YUP

Aww ay slay :D

Lol the little "okay trailblazing"

The book smelling bad xD

Ayy yes the librarian program!

Oop she didn't tell :o

It's the little things :'/

Bye Jacobbb

SLFJFHKS JACOB

Sir you might be too invested but I'm 100% okay with it xD

And not him doing that just to give them some time alone 💀 icon lol

The dirt joke xD slay lol

No that would be iconic

Yes library program :))) we love libraries

"And taking names" lol

Oh I thought he said pen for a second LOL xD

Also that is slay :D

And AAAHHHHHHH THAT SCENE WAS SO CUTE S T O P I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Yeah you can't go around saying that randomly lol

Ohhh okay chill!

YOO okay a nice one :O

Direct descendant alright 👀👀

I mean you don't even have to lie just say you're changing it to that in light of finding out the details lol

AWW JACOB'S LITTLE LEG SHAKE

Sorry (not sorry) y'all I love him <333

YOOO DENOUNCING HIS GREAT ETC GRANFATHER'S RACIST VIEWS!!

That's perfect :D

I mean we're 13 minutes in so we'll see but xD

SLAY y'all :DD!!!

[pyladeshungover]

intro post

Tara // 29 // Australia

she / her / hers

oops i got into hockey sorry guys

my url is from approximately 2013 when I was a les mis blog, and my pfp is athelstan from vikings in a flower crown because that was cool in 2015. title is from the boat that rocked. I've been here forever.

i'm very not normal about sidney crosby, matthew tkachuk, travis konecny, and nolan patrick

i'm slightly more normal but still unhinged about claude giroux and jamie drysdale

i do occassionally lb the hockey - pens lb, flyers lb, sometimes panthers lb

23/24 stanley cup bracket (hope not belief):

tag lists also i do tend to be pretty good about tagging everything so if you blacklist nothing should slip through

I did not realise you can only access that page on desktop so:

FROM THE SELF my face; sort of - my face and my thoughts university life - university/college experiences adulthood - attempts to function as a successful adult millennials - the Adulthood Experience™ specific to millennials life is hard - depression tag so not straight - i am queer mine - shit i’ve made or drawn tumblr - i’ve been on this godforsaken website since i was 15 and i hate everything about that

RELIGION blessed is he who comes in the name of the lord - christianity jc and the boys - jesus and the apostles jc and the girls - ladies of the disciples upon this rock - history of, stories about, and images of the church do not be afraid - angels  your kingdom come - prophets, saints, and the apocalypse the old gods are dead - graeco-roman mythology folklore - local folk and fairy-tales 

WORLD AFFAIRS/CULTURE straya - things about Australia auspol - Australian politics uspol - US politics i’m a pathetic history major - general world and cultural history who likes bad jokes - especially awful attempts at humour words - poetry, quotes, literature reclaiming the women - feminist re-tellings of fictional women humanity - the good and incredible things about humans and community (also includes human and alien speculative fiction) christmas - i love christmas covid 19 - self explanatory 2020 - see above 2021 - mamma mia, here we go again 2022 - we’re three years into The Great Loneliness

FANDOM fandom / fanfic

# - 911 A - abfab B - brooklyn 99 / black books / beauty and the beast / birds of prey /buffy C - criminal minds / code black D - dirk gently / doctor who / disney / derry girls E - elementary F - firefly / fresh off the boat / friends / fleabag G - great british bake off / grace and frankie / greys anatomy / galavant / game of thrones / gilmore girls / the great / the good place H - holes / hunt for the wilderpeople / the hobbit / hannibal / hamilton / harry potter I - inside llewyn davis J - jurassic park / jesus christ superstar K - kingsman / killing eve L - lethal weapon / lucifer / lotr / les mis M - moulin rouge / mamma mia / moana / mad max / the man from u.n.c.l.e. / mindhunter / miss fisher’s murder mysteries / the marvelous mrs maisel N - narnia / nhl O - the office / the old guard / oitnb P - pushing daisies / parks and rec / the princess bride / psych / the prince of egypt / the parent trap / pirates of the caribbean / pride / prodigal son / phantom of the opera Q - queer eye S - spn / star wars / scrubs / the song of achilles / schitts creek / santa clarita diet / six the musical T - teen wolf / twilight / to all the boys i’ve loved before / U - umbrella academy V - vikings / venom W - what we do in the shadows / the witcher / wonder woman X - xfiles

HOCKEY nhl hrpf the rituals are intricate (n-h-is-for-for-homosexuality-l) they’re so stupid 🥹 (memes) hockey narratives hockey art hockey poetry hockey vid edit

Players (i’m in the process of switching old tags to initialsjerseynumber and have to wait for my queue to go through before they’re complete) -

include but are not limited to: am34 auston matthews / an39 nedeljkovic / ao8 ovi / bm63 brad marchand / bt7 brady tkachuk / cb98 connor bedard / cg28 giroux / cm97 mcdavid / ek65 erik karlsson / em71 geno / jd9 jamie drysdale / jh86 jack hughes / jj68 jaromir jagr / js1 jeremy swayman / kl58 letang / ld29 leon draisaitl / lh43 luke hughes / maf29 flower / mt19 matthew tkachuk / mm16 mitch marner / nh13 nico hischier / np19 nolpat / qh43 quinn hughes / rg27 ryan graves / sc87 sid /tj35 jarry / tk11 travis konecny / ts91 seguin / ts18 tim stutzle / tz11 trevor zegras / wg99 wayne gretzky

Other player tags - hughes bros / love thy goalie 

Ships - tknp / sidgeno / drygras / mattdrai / brioux / mike likes jeff but jeff loves mike / swaymark

Teams - bruins / ducks / flyers / gritty / leafs / oilers / pens / sens / stars / yotes

Liveblogging semiregularly - pens lb

Liveblogging very occassionally -  flyers lb / sens lb / panthers lb

[undefined-humanoid]

There is ONE THING

Only one

That I want

A big man, big big boy. In all black. And a mask. And like he's so big and so man and deeeeeep voice like a demon but deeper with the fucking r a s p sent from hell and like he hates everyone. And like he's scary. And he's also the most kind person and he tells me I'm his pretty girl, his good girl, I'm so funny and cute and he loves me so so much. And his hands are like a bears paw, and his favorite place to put them is in my hair, or my neck, or my chin. To make me look at him while he tells me he loves me so so much. And he's strong, stronger than me stronger than all the gods and all the mountains and he's so gentle. And he's so very gentle with me. He's so scared he might hurt me. Because to him I'm precious and idk ig I've never been precious to anyone before. I mean I'm 5'6" and I'm big and im strong and I can take care of myself because I'm an independent woman. But sometimes independent women want to be taken care of too. But I want to take care of him, I want him to lay his head on my chest or in my lap during a movie and I want to play with his hair that he's always complaining about being in his eyes even though I think it's gorgeous. I want to cook him food and no matter how bad it is he smiles and tells me it's amazing. I want to make him stupid little beaded bracelets that say "#1 sharter" with rainbow beads and I want him to love it just as much as I love him. He wears it even though it does n o t match his outfit. I want to need him and I want him to need me, I don't want to be to clingy anymore and I don't want to be to stupid or to loud. I wanna get kicked out of an ace hardware with him cause we walked around laughing at nothing, and everything, for two hours. I want him to make me a ring out of soda tabs and propose to me in a waffle house at three in the morning. And I wanna elope that same day. He insists I wear that little pink dress I always thought looked awful on me but ever since he came around I feel a whole lot prettier in it. I wanna get matching tattoos with him. Of a goose holding a knife. And I want to hold his hand in the tattoo place while the artist is working on me and I want him to tell me "you're doing so good, I'm so proud of you" because it's my first tat even though hes covered in them. And I want to take him to the mall and show him off to everyone because he is my dream. And I want to be his dream. I want to be everything he's ever wanted. I also want him to exist. Sometimes I want to exist less just to think about him. I want to sink into the walls of my room, and wonder, and imagine and make stories about him. This impossible perfect man.

This man that even if he did exist would never look at a girl like me. If he existed he'd look at the pretty girls. Not me. He'd look at the dainty little things with their waist length hair bleached from root to tipped into a perfect platinum blonde, who's shirts are always so perfectly fitting. He wouldn't look at me, I'm not dainty. I'm not pretty. And I'm not blonde.

But I don't want to be dainty, and I don't want to be blonde. I like being strong, I like being able to take care of myself. I don't want to be skinny, I'd get cold to easily and if I wasn't strong who would keep my guy friends' egos in check. And blonde? Not with my skin tone, I'm perfectly happy with my dark honey brown hair with the golden bits bleached ever so slightly from the sun and my streaks of neon pink. And what if I didn't want to wear a tight shirt or that stupid fucking pink dress. A hoodie has never done me wrong. But then why, even if I know I'm pretty, do I feel like a abomination. Girls are supposed to be short and small, and please sir can you help me carry this, it's a bit to heavy for me. Girls are supposed to wear that cute little white sundress that drives all the boys wild. And heels never hurt to a real girl. A real girl has clear skin and no double chin and no fat on her tummy. She's perfect and fragile and thin and I would kill to be her. But I'm not so I suppose I'll continue with my meandering thoughts and let my mind tell me that no. You're not ugly, you're not fat you're not gross you're just as perfect and pretty as those blondes. But I'm not. And no matter how much I tell myself that the impossible man is real, and I just need to find him. He's not either.