#some sort of weeping angels shit or something

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - 6/5/24 - Michael!Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Just a little preview of something I'm currently working on for this character. My first foray into this one. Hope it's okay. Also got some Demon!Dean, Hunter!Corp Dean, Gadreel!Sam, and Soulless!Sam coming as well.

Warnings: Language; Violence; Possessed!Dean (sort of)

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Dean Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch; @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @mariahoedt; @solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444

SPN Taglist: @just-levyy

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

You crashed back into the wall, letting out a pained gasp as your back met the drywall and you fell to the ground, the breath literally knocked out of you.

Slow, methodical footsteps came to a stop in front of you. “Now, let’s try that again. If you could have anything, what would it be?”

You scowled up at your attacker as you held a hand to what was most likely a couple of broken ribs. “Would you skewered on an archangel blade happen to be on the menu?”

He smirked down at you, seeming delighted at your reply. “You know who I am.”

“Aside from the blue eyes and the Jedi mind moves,” You grunted as you struggled to get up, trying to ignore the screaming pain in your side. “It’s common knowledge that Dean Winchester is allergic to anything that isn’t flannel. Plus, the coat and tie…dead giveaway.” 

You had just managed to get to your feet when an unseen force slammed you up against the wall, making you yell out. “Fuck,” you hissed as the pain sharply radiated throughout your body. You couldn’t move though; you were being held in place. 

Dean—Michael approached, studying you. “Y/N…” It sounded almost as if he was trying out your name for the first time, as if he was seeing how it fit as it rolled off of his tongue. “I know all about you.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that. “Oh, good. If a GQ-wearing psychopathic archangel from some shithole reject planet knows all about me, then that must mean I’m famous.”

He didn’t react but the truth was, you didn’t expect him to. You knew you were going to die, you’d known it from the moment he appeared in front of you, but you refused to cower, placate him, or even beg for mercy. You weren’t getting any; his sneer of disgust as Dean’s green eyes roamed over you confirmed that even before he started throwing you around.

“I know because he knows.” Michael lifted a finger to his temple.

You started to laugh; you genuinely couldn’t help it. “Dean? That’s who you’re getting your intel from? Did he also manage to sell you a bridge?”

He moved closer until he was eye to eye with you. “Y/N Y/L/N, a hunter. Obvious issues, low self-worth, and quite the…hot mess. You lost your—”

“Yep, when I was six and then found out years later that he disappeared on a hunt. Yeah, yeah. We’ve all seen this one. Why not try something new and original for once?” Geez, did all bad guys spout the same shit day in and day out? As if that was going to make you, what, drop to the floor and weep? First, you weren’t dropping until he released you or forced you down. Second, he wanted tears from you? The only ones he’d be getting were either from laughter or physical pain, nothing else.

A hint of a smirk appeared on his face…well, Dean’s face. This really was quite the mind fuck. The Apocalypse Bringer aka another dick angel was wearing the face and body of someone you care about. To say you hated it was an understatement. “So then you already know you’re lost and not worth—”

“--Saving? Yeah, pal, nice of you to catch up with the rest of the class.” You purposely exaggerated your eye roll. “You’ve more than made your point. Now, you think you can quit monologuing and finish what you came here to do? As fun as all of this is, I’ve got a 3:00 in the seventh circle of Hell, with a quick pit stop at the second on the way, so if we could move this along…” If you could lift your hand, you would’ve made the hand gesture for him to keep it moving. And give him another infamous hand gesture while you were at it. 

His brow furrowed slightly before it smoothed out and his smirk widened. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m doing this?”

“Already know.”

“Or ask me what I want?”

“Don’t care.”

“Or plead for me to let you be?”

You let out a loud snort. “Is that even an option?”

“Or beg for your miserable existence?”

“No fucking way,” you snarled, glaring right at him. "That's never happening so you better kill me now Lucifer 2.0."

The creepy smile only grew more. You were definitely fucked.

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IWTV E4 “A Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child’s Demanding.” Claudia discussing how it feels to escape poverty to being adopted into wealth, struggling in her existence without peers even during her second childhood and how she does not even care to have the veneer of mortal manners around Louis’s family, what Charlie as her last peer meant to her, and her mortal upbringing prior to Lestat + Louis.

And I realized, what I thought was Heaven was just some nice room. And what I thought were angels were really hell demons.

Uncle Les and Daddy Louis were rich. They had nice clothes and a nice auto carriage and a funny way of being nice to each other.

I gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up, so there's less kids to play with...

Daddy Lou said I had been away from people too long. I didn't know how to behave right anymore. But Uncle Les said, I behaved just fine.

Diary, his name is Charlie. He's got veins like rivers. They flow right down his arms. …Charlie's death ushered in one of the darkest eras in our lives. The oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered. For Claudia, all humans died with Charlie.

And, diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth... whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen, "Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?" Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fսcking paper diary, I'm doin' just fine. (diary pages read aloud as Claudia self harms at the end of e4)

IWTV E5 “A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart”. Claudia discussing her life/reckoning with the fate of her premature existence.

"Dear Diary, am I gonna be a virgin every single time I do it? Won't my skin down there grow back like my hair does when I cut it?"

Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other. Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I’m not human. What human would want me? Perverts? Like the uncle at the roomin' house who used to watch me pee? Or little boys? And 40 years from now... still little boys? How are you gonna fix it, huh?… (turns to Louis) [Lestat] treats us like shit and you just take it! And you, [turns to Lestat] cruel as the devil ever made, to deny me one love when you’ve got two.

[Talking to Louis in her room after the confrontation at the dinner table] I remember the night I was made, the fire chokin' me, you carryin' me out through the flame and the smokes. But then why'd you take me home? Why not a hospital? …. But I was breathin'! Maybe I'd have a handsome husband by now. Or maybe he'd be plain but with a good disposition. That'd be fine, too. I'd be sweepin' floors, makin' dinners, nursin' babies. Maybe I'd go to church. You think on that some.

How does Claudia react after her rape? She exhibits textbook behaviors.

Co-dependency.

I spend time following Louis and Lestat now that I am my own woman... with no obvious sense of why I follow them, other than meaning slowly disintegrates without them...My companions in immortality.

but wait.. u might ask: doesn’t this contradict what she said years earlier in this same episode about wanting ‘her own Lestat and Louis’? is this Louis or Armand somehow forging Claudia’s diary? or is this a rape victim shortly after the actual experience struggling with her emotional+ mental state and in that frame of mind going back to the immortal family she finds to be a more familiar sort of ‘evil’ than the unknown vampire that raped her, especially after witnessing Louis weep over the grave Grace made of him? to Claudia here, being Louis’s ‘sister’ is balm put onto a bleeding wound.

Hypervigilance over her wider situation ad an Enmeshment with Louis, as they both have endured incredibly traumatizing events (with Claudia being raped + shortly after, witnessing Louis being beaten) and are without Lestat for six years following the end of E5 picking up the pieces. it is Claudia who tends to Louis in his most vulnerable here, and Louis struggles with that, wanting to be ‘her knight in vengeful black’ in return.

She's grown very protective of me. That's what this is. It's why it's hard. She came back altered when she left us. There's a darkness in her that wasn't there before. Give her a little time. [Louis is trying to appease Lestat here in their ‘compromise’, but there is a key bit of truth in his observations here.]

Claudia learned very early on, as early as E4 when Louis asked her mentally about Charlie, how to block her mind off from Louis. and with her traumatic experiences, its all but said that hypervigilance protects her mind further (as shown in the S2 trailer when Armand comments on it). When Lestat steals her from off the train, he also threatens her:

Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket, and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.

Is it any wonder Claudia draws the comparison to Bruce when she talks to Louis, especially when Louis in the season finale plays the role of a honey trap to the very same lover who almost ‘killed Louis’, as Claudia [and Daniel alike] frame the ending of E5 as abuse + attempted murder, as Claudia seethes , is ‘done enduring?’ and just before she creates her own murder plan:

Or did you kill him, like you did Antoinette, and how you tried to do with Louis?

I have to wonder why, over a year from airing, blogs and reviews claiming to be dedicated to the series rehash the most juvenile questions that the episodes themselves directly answer? How can S2 spec or complex discussion occur, if callout PSAs shutting down any sort of canon-compliant discussion is the way to go? If people constantly exhibit their refusal to meet the show where its at and engage the material for what it is, where can we go from here? AMC IWTV is very didactic. ‘The absence of metaphor is striking’. Yet for all the waxing about loving ‘fucked-up gothic romance’, there is a willful ignorance in understanding where & what makes the situation fucked up to begin with. Or even an interest in understanding the basics of the setting!

[quietbluejay]

Prince of Crows

atmospheric so i wonder will i get more of a grasp on Lion from this novella

this is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny good guys bad guys and explosions as far as the eye can see anyways looks like ADB is enjoying some purple prose huh how did Curze survive this he's been badly wounded by Lion, many, many times lion externally: fall lion internally: why won't you die???

you know what, considering i was sitting alone in the dark on my computer during my dnd game, i get it so there's 3 sets of red eyes glowing why is this so funny to me so from context we can gather that: -these 3 are night lords -possibly the only three that escaped a battle -battle started with ambush -opponents are dark angels

the other problem is figuring out who is in command of these clowns okay they have Curze and they're trying to treat him also it got mentioned that Sevatar sacrificed himself well surprise he's here

sevatar: well i guess we know how the raven guard felt sevatar: things are looking bad sevatar: i like you three the least dude 1: This is not the time for your sense of humour he's got a fun sense of humour, Sevatar, I see why people like him

so they want to regroup and strike back at the dark angels sevatar calls them idiots dude's also got style honestly i think maybe i just have a disconnect a lot of the time when it comes to ADB's writing like I feel like it should be emotionally affecting me more but it doesn't well the Black Legion books did more, also I should reread them at some point lol but i had the same experience with Betrayer it's still a good read though don't get me wrong as usual when i feel like i should be getting something from a book that I'm not, I go into overanalysis mode "i should be loving this, why don't i" anyways tldr he leaves his spear there, it's got a special effect, one of the three notices and goes for the door and the other two don't sevatar: you noticed so you get to live dude who noticed calls him insane

so Sevatar doesn't feel sorrow when he sees Curze in the apothecarion meanwhile he hears all his brothers, murderers, torturers, flayers etc weeping

yikes also apparently curze talks to the bodies!\ I like this guy Trez

dude hasn't slept in 2 weeks oh it's another chronic pain dude

eyes emoji

time to meet the new night lord command crew interesting bunch

lmao also owo what is up with the Raven Guard dude who switched sides after isstvan v?? gahh i keep wanting to read about isstvan v but it's in a bad book

click click aw man he really does care about curze

is this baby curze??

i think it is baby curze man like were they babies or young children when they came out of their pods i guess it varied??

the night haunter grapples with concupiscence:

owo

oh this is very interesting also another point in favour of the foiling of dorn and curze in that they both deny themselves personhood for the sake of a higher ideal

wow the emperor straight up blinded people lmao and thus Curze and Sevatar meet inside Curze's head

i dunno, I don't think well okay, Angron doesn't hate his legion he just doesn't care one way or the other about them

uh aren't space marine recruits children

ah man

he doesn't get it and there's no way for him to get it

DRAG HIM

i am kissing sevatar on the mouth do you know how long i have waited for SOMEONE, ANYONE in warhammer to give a speech like this and Sevatar is back in the real world and they're about to be attacked by the Dark Angels

XD also very interesting is the focus on servitors as lobotomized slaves in the POV of all the characters in this or well not focus but how it gets brought up multiple times everyone else in other works just sort of treats servitors as things interesting

you know what sevatar is a great character to throw at idw1

ah konrad is up and about

sevatar internally: sigismund doesn't have to deal with this shit

WOW HE CLUNG TO SIDE OF SPACE FIGHTER SHIP TO MAKE IT TO THE DA SHIP

incredible anyways finished it! very interesting

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

What's the "when angels weep" au?

i’ve talked about it briefly under a tag,, plus i shared some extra stuff in my scraps fic on ao3, but i can do a lil recap!

tommy enters a temple on behalf of an adventuring guild he is a part of,, joined by ranboo and tubbo(the latter prolly back at the guild base and talking to them over communicators or something). their goal is to find some sort of treasures or jewels that the guild can sell, or- something like that. and so, they’re assigned to go to this ancient temple,, because temples usually have cool shit in them.

the two end up splitting up to cover more ground, because this is a big temple. like.. really big. bigger than temples probably should be.

along the way, tommy comes across this large room, which is fairly empty, apart from two things.

one, being the countless crows that seemed to be gathered in the room. he had seen a couple of crows in the temple here and there, but- jesus fucking christ.

and two, the arguably more glaring one, was the giant fucking statue under an arch in a wall.

and he means giant. he barely thinks he’s bigger than one of it’s fingers.

it was a pretty neat statue, though. it’s eyes were closed, and it’s hands were placed over it’s chest, as if trying to feel it’s heart. it was carved wearing a robe-looking thing, and it had giant wings that seemed to dwarf it. whoever crafted this had put a lot of time and effort into it, even he can see that.

it’s nothing tommy could take back to the guild, though- even if he wanted to, it was far too big to even think about moving it away from it’s home.

so, tommy moves on.

and soon, trouble starts to brew.

[cordeliaflyte]

New dream just dropped. So there were these ambiguously corporeal spirits. Some argued they were angels cast out of heaven by God. Some argued they were the spirits of people who committed unspeakable transgressions on earth and were thus trapped on it together. They could fly and they feasted by ravishing humans. By ravishing I mean like... Enrapturing. I mean specifically whatever happens to Dr Faustus in Marlowe's revised version. They made them disappear but also it's unclear what happened it was complex ok.

These creatures are hunted down by trained hunters whenever they're tracked down. They are easily tracked down in most places due to sophisticated technology built to detect them, and people are sent to exterminate them. Also my brother was one of these exterminators but that's aside the point. They could, however, hide 🫥 completely undetected in their lairs at the end of the world, inaccessible to humans.

They were nests, of a sort - cold and damp and crowded with rotting plants and malicious ambiguously corporeal spirits. Hunters desperately wanted to enter them so they could exterminate the creatures completely. Urban explorers also dreamt of locating and entering them. All these annoying ghost finder shows etc.

We followed one of these spirits who, despite the risk, would leave its lair as often as possible. It limited itself to hunting as few humans as possible to avoid detection. It left because it loved sunlight and sea salt and sounds.

When it was in its lair, it was completely safe. It was a highly unpleasant environment to someone who had known the pleasure of walking barefoot on a beach, even if waking barefoot on a beach was something the spirit had to do on high alert at all times - because hunters were able to tell when a spirit penetrated the membrane between the world at large and the nest (a membrane perméable only by these spirits).

Also it fell in love :D with a human. I know few details of its romance except that neither party outwardly acknowledged their feelings for each other. But it loved and it was loved.

And one day it was hiding out in its lair when a group of people managed to enter it, for the first time ever in the history of humanity, with torches. The group included: the person the spirit was in love with. This one girl who was my classmate in high school. [Redacted] and also ****** (hi ******). Me but I also wasn't there and also I was the spirit but I wasn't. you wouldn't get it you'd have to experience ego death. Also other people.

Anyway the spirit panicked and demanded the humans leave immediately. They laughed and they were like hahaha we're not hunters we're just here for educational purposes ^_^ and the spirit was like yeah no shit you're not hunters you're dinner. You're the fucking doordash order. You are a FEAST for a swath of ravenous creatures and your families will never have even a shrapnel of bone left to bury if you do not leave now.

And they were like lolllll you're so funny ^_^ but then one of them was. Ravished. I cannot think of a better word like I cannot stress enough this wasn't sexual but it was vaguely religious and sublime hence ravish ok. And the group started panicking and tried to leave but couldn't as the nest was also a maze and a boa constrictor coiling itself against them and the membrane was no longer permeable by humans.

And the spirit COULD have been like told you so guys 🙄🙄 but it couldn't because the person they loved was also here and it was going to say something, anything, but then in another gulp more of the people, including the person they loved, were ravished away. And it just started weeping.

So the people of note left now are me who also isn't me because ego death and I'm the spirit but also I'm the maze, [redacted], and ******. And ****** tearfully confesses her love for redacted and I'm just standing there like 🫥🫥🫥 because we're about to die so it doesn't matter and I can't ruin this moment for them by confessing i too am in love with [redacted].

So then ****** gets spirited away and it's just me and [redacted] who turns to me and says. I need you to promise me something. And I'm like what. And she's like anything anything at all. And I'm like okay I promise that next time we're in a situation like that I Will Tell You. And she's like what do you mean next time we're in a situation like that???? Tell me what???? But then we both get spirited away. Eaten. Ravished. Enraptured. Whatever.

So then me (as the spirit) is left alone and very forlorn. Dream change!

So there are gossip columns about Rihanna flopping recently or whatever. I don't listen to Rihanna. I don't keep up with celebrity gossip. But there is a group of people - celebrity gossip scholars - that are discussing celebrity gossip. And somehow discussing Rihanna leads them to discussing a male musician (could be an actor? Generic celebrity. Washed-out rockstar. Goes hard on the drugs and alcohol) in his late fifties. His name is Jesse I think.

One of them is a REAL celebrity gossip enjoyer who has read all of Jesse's autobiographies and interviews. And what they think is really interesting and why is no-one talking about this!! Is how he describes his daughter. Or rather the events that led to her conception. Because essentially everything seems to lead to the conclusion that one day, a baby just arrived on his doorstep with a letter explaining its his and he was just like "wow! Guess I'm a dad now 🤷🏾".

And there's several descriptions of how the night this daughter was conceived allegedly happened. What seems to be a general scheme: he is high out of his mind on various narcotics. In some luxurious location - sometimes a hotel swimming pool, sometimes a speeding limousine, always something suggesting wealth and decadence.

He meets this man who, in each of his interviews, he describes in a vaguely homoerotic way. Because why are you, as a straight macho rockstar/actor/whatever spending half a page describing a man's good looks 🤨 the descriptions vary. Once, the man is described as Mexican. Once, as decidedly Balkan. Once, our frame narrator - the celeb gossip expert who is telling the other celeb gossip experts about this - recalls the term Jesse used to describe this mysterious man's ethnicity, goes pale, and says. Hm that's a slur I'm not saying that.

But what remains the same in all descriptions is that the mysterious man is very tall, with a shirt that's unbuttoned past all propriety. This is relevant because not only does it make Jesse sound gay, but also leaves us with a good view of his distinctive scar, right under his sternum. A perfectly round burn scar, as if someone fused a red-hot medallion to his skin and ripped it off. In some accounts, he has other scars - a wreath of small ones around his forehead, or two identical scars in the middle of his left and right hands. But that's nothing to worry about hahahaha 😜

But the mysterious stranger suggests they go to a seedy bar and Jesse, high out of his mind, is like yeah totally! So they go to a seedy bar, homoerotically. They get piss drunk. And then the mysterious stranger introduces Jesse to a smoking hot 🔥🥵💥💯🔥 chick who's a short buxom redhead babe!! [sic]. And they spend the night together. She has the same scar as the guy has right beneath their sternum. Jesse's conclusion, in one of his accounts is "wow! They must have been siblings!" Which. Fascinating logic.

In the morning, she's gone, and Jesse has the worst hangover of his life. But he's like wow that must have been a fun night!! And thinks nothing of it until 9 months later he gets a baby on his doorstep. And all gossip columns are like wow alcohol and drugs made him go crazy right?? We still love his music though <3 but they cannot deny that he very much has a (now adult) daughter of dubious maternity.

It is apparent to an objective observer of these events (me) that the two hot 🔥💥🥵💯 strangers were demons of ambiguous morality. Dream change!

Now I am surrounded by my primary school 🎒🏫 classmates in a vicious race to the top floor of a building upon a hill. I am determined to be number one no matter what it takes so I break a few limbs and throw some people down the stairs but I do eventually make it to the top floor of this building which looks suspiciously like my second primary school if it was even more claustrophobic first. But the people there are my primary school bully with an insane amount of plastic surgery and her grandma and they're like wanna play the Sims? And I'm like sure I'll play the Sims with you. I maimed some of my classmates for life for this so why the fuck not. Sorry that one was anticlimactic.

[pesterloglog]

Tavros Nitram, Rose Lalonde

Act 4, page 1590

-- adiosToreador [AT] began trolling tentacleTherapist [TT] --

AT: hIIII, sO,

AT: yOU GET BOSSED AROUND BY THE KNIGHT, oK, gIVEN THAT, i HAVE A QUESTION,

TT: Who?

AT: oH, tHE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE "cool", i THINK,

AT: tHE SUN GLASSES GUY,

TT: Why would someone wear sunglasses while using a computer?

AT: iIII DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT A COMPUTER, bUT,

AT: yES, hAAAAAH,

AT: i THOUGHT THE SAME THING ABOUT HOW ASININE THAT IS,

AT: sO, yOU KNOW THAT GUY, uMMM,

TT: I know that anyone committed to such an affectation could only be striving to mask a severe insecurity complex, and likely harbors a crisis of self-image.

TT: I've been known to lend my charitable attention to such people, but only "bossed around" by them insofar as the psychiatric professional has cause to humor the demented for analytical purposes.

TT: Or maybe as a lab chimp commands the zookeeper's interest in its shit by forcing him to duck under its trajectory now and then.

AT: oK, wOW, i DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THOSE THINGS,

AT: bUT, uHH, i MEAN DAVE,

TT: Oh, that guy.

AT: yEAH, oK, gIVEN THAT, i HAVE A QUESTION,

AT: aBOUT HIM,

AT: i WANT TO KNOW ABOUT HIS EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITIES,

AT: aND, uM, wHAT ARE THE TENDER SPOTS THAT ALL THOSE, uHHH,

AT: dEVICES HE EMPLOYS TO CONCEAL THEM, uHH, lIKE ALL THE THINGS HE SAYS HE THINKS ARE FUNNY,

TT: Tender spots?

TT: Your word choices are evocative.

TT: Is your design to couple with this gentleman?

AT: wHOAAAAAAAA, nO, nO, wHOA,

AT: oK, nO, tHAT JUST MADE ME FEEL UPSET TO THINK ABOUT,

AT: i JUST WANT TO REALLY TRY TO BOTHER HIM, iT'S HARD,

TT: If you're trying to get his goat, you should know he only stocks the animal in the first place for ironic purposes.

AT: nO, i'M NOT REALLY INTERESTED IN HIS EARTH GOAT, bUT IF THAT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH THEN i GUESS THAT'S OK,

TT: Then we're agreed; you are hellbent upon literally seizing his shrill, bearded livestock.

TT: I'll assist you.

AT: uHH,

TT: If you really want to burn him, I recommend poetry.

AT: wHAT, pOETRY, aS IN LIKE THOSE HUMAN WORD BUNCHES,

TT: Yes. They are the most delicious bunches we have.

TT: I suggest you serve these crisp bunches of honey and verbal annihilation to him as part of a complete breakfast.

AT: oH, aND, wILL THIS BREAKFAST INJURE HIS SHRILL BARN BEAST,

AT: i MEAN THIS FIGURATIVELY, jUST TO BE CLEAR,

TT: A deft cluster-bombing of this sort will leave nothing wriggling from the razed earth.

TT: Except sulfurous tresses while it cracks and turns black.

AT: yOU MEAN, lIKE, tHE SURFACE OF AN OVERCOOKED PROTEIN OBJECT,

TT: Yeah.

TT: I suppose what I'm saying is this.

TT: Drop some hard, peer-reviewed motherfuckin' science on his ass.

TT: Some seriously government funded shit.

TT: It will destroy him.

AT: aAAAAHAHAHAH, yES,

AT: tHIS IS THE IDEA THAT i LIKE,

TT: Your obvious cunning with words should depants Strider with such vivid empyrean tempest, a nether-regional sonic boom is certain inevitability.

TT: But even so.

TT: Consider me at your disposal to help craft a comeuppance of such unqualified devastation, the angels will weep pearlstrings of little urban fellows cantillating an unbroken chorus of Oh Snaps.

AT: pLEEEEASE,

AT: i THINK i AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF MANUFACTURING THESE ALLEGED "dope" HUMAN RHYMES,

AT: aND STARTING SOME SICK FIRES,

AT: i DON'T NEED YOUR CHARITY, tHAT YOU SAID YOU LEND,

AT: tO, uHHH,

AT: eARTH MONKEYS WHO TOSS AROUND POOP, oR SOMETHING LIKE THAT,

AT: yOU'RE PRETTY SNOOTY,

AT: tHANKS FOR YOUR HELP, bUT I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP,

adiosToreador [AT] blocked tentacleTherapist [TT]

adiosToreador [AT] unblocked tentacleTherapist [TT]

AT: oOPS, sORRY, i DIDN'T MEAN TO BLOCK YOU,

TT: uMMMM,

[cybermoonmoon]

"Psalm of the Hungry Child"

The "City Dept. of Old Farts" thinks I'm nuts so sent me to a Shrink. This while deciding which Geriatric Gulag to deport me to. The doc' is a mid-thirty-something with turquoise hair, and 1980's jewelry. She asks how I feel. "Swell" I haven't foamed at the mouth or shit myself in weeks now. Although I just had a dream where I was being chased down the street by bed springs." She takes notes nodding calmly. Ms. Turquoise wanted to know what sort of meds I'm on, and if they're effective.

"A bunch, and more or less. I mean it stops me from jumping out of windows or slashing my wrists...again." 

She lifts an eyebrow..."Again?" "Yeah." I show junior my scars from various boyhood attempts. What a mess. I never got it right. Sure I learned how later but won't tell you as a public service. It was about this time them floating Angels clutching teddy bears showed up again. They came through the wall above the shrink. I decided not to mention them. I'm asked if I've ever had "urges of violence?" The Angels start weeping. "Violence...sure. I mostly dream of kicking the bloody crap out'a bullies’ neo-Nazis and the IRS." I warm to the subject by going into medieval detail. Vats of acid piano wire woodchippers heavy objects dropped from great height. It’s raining Angel tears. If she felt them she didn't let on. Anyway, I ask if she could do me a solid, and slip me some morphine. Love's that Morphine! She changes the subject wanting to know if I was abused as a kid. Gimme a break what kind'a question is that. You kidding who wasn't? It was like the worse parts of the Bible. You want details watch Jerry Springer re-runs. I mentions how I could use a pastrami hero about now. She looks up from her notes, and sez, "...you associate your memories of abuse with food?" I tell her I was hungry all the time as a kid. Mostly for kindness and safety. It was a childhood Apocalypse. What with getting beat up terrorized robbed and humiliated by bullies everywhere all the time. I decided to turn the tables...I do this to shrinks. "What's the worst thing that's ever happened to 'you'?" A pause then she sez... "I was raped" Silence....... Christ on a blind pony. ‘This' is the worst thing that can happen to a human being. I mean other than waking up an Orthodox Jew in Dachau in the winter of 1943. I got ‘done’ too. Gang raped. Three big kids at day camp took turns fucking me up my 11 year old ass. I screamed. They said: "...you can scream all you like". I did. Nobody came. Just like prison. Like them floating Angels I kept this to myself. After a bit my doctor tells me I'm not crazy. She sez, “I'll up your dosage, and throw in some Valium." She closes her notebook. 

Sez she "I think we're through for today." Stay Tuned. (Like all my stories this is part history part fantasy. The major shit happened. Like I say think of these as docudramas.  Makes it easier to live with.)

[imaybeleo]

tumblr no. I logged on a while ago and I haven’t left yet but. but that wasn’t there before. tumblr pleasbe. why must you do things behindf my back like this. thatse scary. warn an idiot first

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

A Pure Soul: Nearly Taken (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: The day (y/n) comes back to the compound after being told all those nasty things takes a toll on their mental health and self-esteem. Unfortunately it gets to a point that Wanda hoped it would NEVER reach.

Request?: Still none.

Word Count: 3,456

Warnings: Ableism, eugenics mention, r-word slur, attempted suicide, attempted overdose, hurt and comfort.

Notes: This is a sort of “in-between scene” from “A Pure Soul.” The rate of suicide is 3 times higher in autistic people because of the world’s lack of understanding and willingness to accommodate us. Plus being told the world would be better off without you, along with people looking for ways to make sure we’re not born....that’s gonna take a toll. So it makes sense for these feelings to emerge.

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You know that the world isn’t very kind to the disabled.

You know that the world wishes people like you wouldn’t exist.

But that doesn’t make what happened hurt any less.

You were out shopping when you ran into your best friend from high school. Except....this friend wasn’t the same as you knew them. No, instead they showed you their true colors.

“Oh hey, (y/n),” they said.

Tone has never been your specialty.

“Hey!” you exclaimed happily as you were looking through the books at your local bookstore. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How are you?”

“Better. How’s the treatment coming along?”

This confused you.

“Treatment?”

They nodded.

“For that disease you call autism.”

This struck a chord, and it struck HARD. How could they say something like that?!

“D-disease?!”

They smirked.

“I mean, it just makes us humans lives harder to be around your kind.”

What?!

“What the hell’s gotten into you?!” you exclaimed. “I thought you were my best friend!”

“Oh?”

They pretended to wrack their brain.

“Oh! Yeah, I was such a great actor in that part. I should get an Oscar. Here’s the tea; I lost a bet and had to be your best friend for those four hellish years. I can’t believe they wanted me to suffer that much.”

Your heart began to crack. It was all....an act?

“You took my high school years away from me, made me miserable. I could’ve won prom royalty, but no one voted for me because I associated myself with your species. I’m glad you’re out of my life now. You’re nothing but a burden and the world would be so much better off without you. Why not do us that favor?”

Your heart shattered. You were so plagued with shock that you didn’t notice them push you to the ground and spit on you before walking away with a satisfied chuckle. For the next few minutes, you couldn’t say or do anything. You were just frozen to the spot, their words bouncing around your head.

Finally you were able to feel both the physical and emotional pain. Pursing your lips, you got up, kept your head down, and quickly left the bookstore, trying not to let the tears fall.

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In the elevator, heading up to your floor, you can barely form a new thought. All you can think of is that hurtful interaction. 

Burden, your kind, your species, disease....

It all hurt. 

And the worst part is that you can’t help but think that they’re right.

But your thoughts are jolted by the elevator bell. As usual you find the Avengers hanging out in the lounge. Nat and Clint are chatting with Wanda. Tony and Peter are working on homework. You can barely see what the others are doing. 

Almost instantly, Wanda’s eye falls on you. She has a smile on her face, but it falls when she sees you, as she instantly knows that something is wrong. 

“(Y/N)!” she whispers worried.

She rushes over and gives you a gentle hug, but you practically squeeze the life out of her. The other Avengers also come to your aid. 

“What happened?” Wanda asks you.

You gulp as she and Nat lead you to the couch.

“I....” you begin as you sit down. “I was out shopping....and I ran into my best friend from high school....”

You tell them the entire interaction. Shocked looks are nearly all around by the end.

“That’s seriously messed up,” Nat says in a mix of disgust and anger.

The others nod in agreement, except for Wanda. Instead she begins to tear up. 

“My sweet angel,” she weeps softly as she hugs you closer and pets your head. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel. None of what they said is true, not one bit of it. You’re an absolute joy to have around and you’re one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. You bring so much to the Avengers and to our lives. Autism is not a disease. It’s a part of who you are, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Wanda’s right,” Peter nods. “You’re wonderful, (y/n). You’re one of the best friends I could ever ask for.”

“And you bring a lot of new perspectives,” Nat adds. “You came into our lives when we needed you the most, especially Wanda.”

They all take turns giving you words of comfort and encouragement as well as letting you cry. Wanda stays the closest to you, to no one’s surprise, hugging you tightly. Her embrace is exactly what you need right now; so warm and loving. 

Tony, though not the most emotional person, does feel sympathetic and even angered at the person who said that to you; even though you’re on the opposite side of the Accords, he decides to get your favorite food for dinner. It’s not the greatest gesture of sympathy, but it’s definitely something. After that, you take a nice, warm shower and get into some fresh, soft pajamas. Wanda’s waiting for you in your bedroom, and surprises you with some soft socks that match your pajamas.

“I removed the fabric tags too,” she tells you.

Your heart melts a bit more for her. How someone as kind, attentive, and loving as her could ever be considered a terrible person is beyond you. You let her put them on your feet and they feel amazing. You wriggle your toes in them, smiling. 

“You like them?” she asks you.

“I love them,” you giggle before turning to Wanda. “And I love you.”

She smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you too, my angel.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night together, cuddling up close with one another, watching sitcoms, singing quietly. You doze off in her arms.....

But that doesn’t mean it’s over.....

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You’re not someone who easily forgets how things make you feel, and what that person said still makes you feel like shit. Now whenever you go out, you’re worried that you’re going to run into them. You keep your guard up and walk as quickly as you can. Every outing feels like a fight for survival, but you try to stay strong so that you don’t bother the others. You try to keep a smile on your face. You need to be strong.....

.....But even the strong reach their limits.

It’s a little after you found out they became catatonic. You’re at a coffee shop, nearly empty, when someone else walks in. It’s a friend of that person. You keep your head low as they place their order; four cups of black coffee, extra hot. Your anxiety is increasing, but you don’t want this person to think you’re weak. You keep your back to them, hearing the door open again. 

The other person is called for their order. Maybe you can finally get out of here.

The next thing you know, you feel something steaming hot being poured down the back of your shirt, on your head, thrown in your face, (which you luckily cover most of with your arms) and splattered on your arms and legs. Standing up, you cry out in pain as you whirl around to see 4 people from high school, among them the friend of your former best friend.

“It’s your fault my best friend can’t function, you retard!” the friend snaps as they push you around roughly.

“No one wants you on this planet,” spits another.

“You’re nothing but a parasite!”

“You just weigh people down!”

“You’re an embarrassment to society!”

“Why don’t you just end this?”

“It’ll be better that way!”

“Your birth was a mistake!”

By this time, you’re hardly a thread’s width away from a meltdown and you look at the cashier for help, but nothing. You try to take out your phone to call for help, but you end up slipping on the coffee, falling to the ground hard and in an odd position, hearing a crack. Pain surges through your body as you look at your arms; burn marks are beginning to form.

After they kick at you for a bit and spit on you, they leave. You look up at the cashier. 

“Why....didn’t you help?” you whimper with a whistle in your voice.

No answer. 

They don’t help you up either. Crawling to the door, you use a nearby booth to bring yourself back up to your feet. Suddenly you feel an intense surge of pain in your left leg, and not just from the burns. You look to see that it’s swollen and turning reddish-purple. You reach into your coat and get out your phone only to discover that it’s dead. Wanda’s going to be worried sick....you hate making her worry, and she’s been worried sick these last few weeks to the point where it’s taking a toll on her; so on the way back, you decide to take one worry out of her life for good.

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It’s dark when you get back to the compound. And lucky for you, the elevator is closed for repairs. You limp up the stairs, finally reaching the compound. As quiet as a dust mite, you open the door, biting down on your lips to keep yourself from crying out in pain; unfortunately, your lips took some burn damage as well. Limping to the bathroom, you shut and lock the door. You search the medicine cabinet and find some pills.

“This should do the trick,” you whisper.

You try to quietly position yourself on the floor so that you won’t hit your head. You want to be able to pass as peacefully as possible. But something gives in your left leg and you fall, letting out a loud cry of agony. Realizing your mistake, you quickly fiddle with the lid of the bottle as you hear footsteps rush in. You finally get the lid open and begin to pour out the whole bottle into your hand, hoping to get it in in time--

Click!

The lock turns scarlet, clicks, and the door swings opens. 

“(Y/N)!”

A terrified Wanda immediately snatches the pills and bottle from you with her powers. She makes them disappear before heading to your side, tears already flowing from her eyes.

“My sweet angel.....” she squeaks as she kneels in front of you gently taking ahold of your hands. “I didn’t realize you were feeling this terrible. I’m so sorry things have reached this point.”

You look away guiltily. 

“No, I’m sorry....it’s my fault. I never said....anything. You....you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks....all of you. I didn’t want to make it worse on you, so....I just kept quiet.”

Wanda shakes her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (y/n). It can be scary, but there’s no shame in reaching out. We all need help sometimes.”

Other footsteps rush in.

“What happened?” Nat asks. “Did (y/n)---?”

“Almost,” Wanda gulps. “We need to get them to the emergency room.”

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Are you fine?” Wanda asks.

You realize that it’s pointless to lie, and you shake your head.

“No, I’m not....”

“Then we need to take you to the emergency room.....”

That’s when she sees the burns and leg.

“Especially to treat these.....what happened?”

As they carry you to the car, you tell them about the run-in at the coffee shop, them pouring the hot coffee on you, how they were telling you all of these things, how the cashier did nothing to help, how you heard that crack. Both of them are disgusted and horrified at those monsters.

“I don’t care what they say,” Nat tells you as they get you inside. “I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I am too,” Wanda agrees as she gets in the front seat. “We’re here for you.”

“But.....my autism.....”

Wanda gently takes ahold of your fingers, careful to avoid the burns.

“My angel.....I can only imagine how isolating it feels to be in a world that’s not made for you, but your autism is part of who you are. It’s what makes you unique. If the world refuses to accommodate for people like you on their own, we’ll help them to see that they need to, and we’ll help advocate with you.”

Nat nods as she starts the car up and the three of you head for the ER.

“I....I feel selfish worrying you like this and even attempting....I just thought....you’ve been so stressed and I thought it’d be better to take one worry out of your life.”

“You have nothing to feel selfish about,” Wanda assures you. “What you did wasn’t selfish. You’re in pain, and wanting to do something to stop that pain isn’t selfish. But there are better ways to deal with the pain, and I want to help you with those. (Y/N), I can say with 100% certainty that I’m glad to have you in my life, through the good and the bad.”

Tears flow down your face as the three of you silently drive to the ER.

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It takes several hours for you to be treated, along with a few more hours of consultation for your mental health. Some of the burns are treated through surgery, so you have to stay for a little over a week to make sure you recover and stabilize. Your leg is put in a cast, and Wanda comes to visit you everyday. You feel much better with her and Nat.

A psychologist comes in to discuss a safety plan with you. You decided to ask Wanda if she’d come and discuss it with them. She said yes and Nat also decided to help. You all work out what works in terms of coping mechanisms, people you can talk to, calming techniques, etc,. The psychologist also recommends regular counseling. Wanda asks if there are any remote options for counseling, as it’s going to be difficult for you to get there with your leg, (Also, she’s a little worried that the therapist might try to take you away from her, but she does show concern for your leg) and to her relief, there is. 

You’re discharged after about a week, but you’re not to be left alone for a few days to another week or two, just to be sure. Well, it’s more of Wanda’s recommendation than psychologist’s orders, but the psychologist also thinks that that could be a good idea. You’re not really complaining; it’s more time to spend with Wanda. And she’s certainly not complaining either.

For that time, especially, she makes sure you know that you’re loved, wanted, valued. She practically dotes on you; as if she hadn’t been doting on you before, she’s especially pampering you now. The other Avengers also get the 411, and decide to help. If you need pain or sleep medications, one of them brings the proper dose to you. They take turns spending time with you and getting to know you more. If they need to go out on a mission, Wanda volunteers to stay with you, but if she’s absolutely needed there, she entrusts your care to Vision, a robot who’s exceptionally caring. You and Wanda regularly discuss possibly adding him to the relationship, but you’re not sure if she’s being serious or not. 

On one night, Wanda’s caring for you. After applying the prescribed cream on your burns, she helps you find an oversized t-shirt to wear as PJs. 

“This one’s softer than the others,” you note.

“I went looking for a shirt with a softer material than normal,” she tells you as she prepares a small dose of melatonin for you, one that you’ve been taking to combat the nightmares of those events in the hospital. “I know how much it tends to make you feel discomforted if there is one. I also made sure it was a tagless shirt.”

You smile and sigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve an angel like you, Wanda,” you tell her.

Hearing this she smiles and blushes.

“If anyone’s the angel, it’s you,” she says as she gives you the melatonin. “You’ve been there for me even when I’m at my absolute worst.”

“So have you.”

You take the melatonin before Wanda brings you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You brush thoroughly before spitting it into a cup that Wanda disposes of. 

“You know, I could go to the bathroom and do this myself,” you tell her kindly.

“I know,” she sighs. “I’m just worried, my angel.”

“What if I wash my face tonight with the door open?” you suggest.

Wanda gives this a little thought and nods. 

“I can work with that.”

Using your crutches, you walk to the bathroom where you sit on a stool in front of the sink. You wash and dry your face before heading to the bed with Wanda helping you get tucked in.

“You’re seriously an angel,” you tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone outside of my family that’s been as concerned about my well-being as you.”

“And you’re too sweet,” she smiles again as she finishes getting ready for bed herself. “If anyone’s the undeserving, I don’t deserve you.”

“No, it’s the other way around,” you say.

“No, I’m certain I’m right.”

You giggle.

“Wanda, if we try to prove one right over the other, we’ll be going at this all night.”

She smiles as she goes over to the other side of the bed. 

“Well, I know you’re an angel,” she tells you as she gets under the covers. “You came to me in a dark time, and you shone a beam of sunlight through the shadow.”

The two of you look at each other as the fairy lights hang above you. Of course you’re looking at the bridge of her nose, but you can’t help but glance up at her eyes a few times; one time they catch you, and they are stunning. They’re like emeralds to you; vivid, entrancing, mystical. Just a single glance, and you know there’s so much to know about, so much to discover, and you become lost in them. 

“I’m so proud of you, (y/n).”

Wanda’s gentle voice echoes against your eardrums and dances around your mind, soothing you into drifting even more. But then she boops you on the nose, making it twitch like a bunny’s and snapping you out of your trance.

“Huh?” you ask, looking lost.

Wanda giggles.

“You are too cute,” she tells you. “I was saying that I’m so proud of you for pushing through all of this. It’s not the easiest thing to do, and.....well.....I’m glad you’re still alive, my sweet little sunbeam.”

You blush upon hearing this and turn away, but Wanda gently redirects your face forward.

“There’s no need to hide, my angel. I want to see your lovely face.”

At that moment, you begin to feel drowsy and bring yourself closer to her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough, Wanda,” you sigh.

She brings you in closer and you melt into her embrace.

“Being with you, and you being safe and happy and alive.....that’s the only thank you I need.”

Leaning in, she kisses you gently on your forehead and you shyly return one on her cheek. 

“Goodnight, my angel,” she tells you as she brushes a strand of hair out of your way.

“Wait,” you say as she turns to switch the lights off. “Will....will you sing me those lullabies again? Please?”

“Of course,” she smiles. 

Turning the lights off, she returns to embrace you and softly sings the Sokovian lullabies her parents used to sing to her. As you drift off to sleep, you don’t know what’s going on in her mind. What’s going on with her mind? Her master plan, of course. Tonight’s the night she will finish what she started. Those monsters at the coffee shop messed with the wrong person. For the past few nights, she’s been paying them visits, doing the same things she did with your former best friend, and sending subconscious suggestions for them to gather in one place, thinking they’d be safer together. And now they have.

Tonight she’s going to make sure their minds are gone for good, but not before making them feel the pain and agony she imagines you felt. Her anger with them is in full throttle, so it’s going to be even worse for them. Telekinesis, fear projection, hypnosis, inducing extreme fear, she’ll do whatever she has to. Wanda will not leave until they’re nothing more than hollow husks, shadows of their former selves. With how they’d been acting on those nights, and how much Wanda has done so far, it won’t take too long. 

Because no one-and she means no one-gets away with hurting her precious angel.......ever.

[obeiii-mee]

Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

[captainmarkone]

come back.

Characters: Suprise CE Character x Reader. Warning(s): Angst, heartbreak hotel. A/N: I got hit by inspo. Enjoy this drabble of nonsense. But imma guess it's not a huge secret as to who the character is... but enjoy!

June 23, 2021 —

Storming down the stairs, I felt nothing but anger. Hurt. My heart absolutely breaking at the sight I saw mere seconds ago. Footsteps falling behind me, their breathing deep as if I was the bad guy; his own anger radiating off their body.

“I didn’t know you were coming home early!” my husband yelled, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. His robe tied around his body to conceal the naked skin underneath. He stood there, watching me as if I owed him some sort of apology.

“I hate you… I cannot believe… I ha-hate you,” I said, words fumbling out. A quiet plea to whatever god that was out there to smite me where i stood. For the pain, the betrayal. It was all too much.

“Who is she?” I asked, his eyes not showing an ounce of concern. He didn’t care that I hated him.

“Someone I met,” he simply answered. His wedding band glowing in the dim light. Something that was now a joke. A sham on what we were.

“My lawyer will be in touch with yours, you spoiled piece of shit. A little boy that married someone to feel like he was a man. You take all the goddamn money because I want nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with you, you manipulative little shit. I hope you eat shit and fucking live so all your life someone can remind you that you ate what you become!” I sneered, my voice laced with venom.

He staggered back a bit. Not sure what to say. No snide comment. His hands came up, as if he realized what he had done.

“Angel…” he whispered, as if he spoke louder would make his voice crack. A simple gleam shone in his eyes. Liar, I thought.

“Oh Ransom,” the voice upstairs sang his name. And that’s what hit me. Like a fucking freight train. He saw it then. The gleam in my own eyes. The pain that shown in them.

“Angel, please. She means fucking nothing. Please,” he began to beg, his voice now becoming something different. Sincere? Apologetic? Whatever it was, I wasn’t buying it. He said my name, a soft whisper that left his lips.

“Go to hell,” I said, grabbing my keys and walking out of the house we bought together. He had someone in our bed. Ours. He promised the world to me. Only to take it all back because he wanted his dick wet.

I needed time. To think. To cool off. Before going back there again to gather my things and rip him a new one. Hugh Ransom Drysdale was the love of my life. And that was something I never should’ve admitted to him; to anyone.

At the traffic light, I saw the soft gleam of the diamond perched on my left hand. His token of faithfulness. Sliding it off, I placed it in the cup holder and drove once the light turned green. I didn’t notice the car next to me had stopped just in time before the large truck rammed into my side of the car. Letting my world go black.

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RD -

Ransom paced in the bedroom he shared with you. His own heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. Sick of himself. His actions. The way he let you, the only person who has truly loved him, go. When he sat on the edge of your side of the bed, he couldn’t think anymore. All he could was replay the year and half you spent together.

He had called you multiple times. But of course you didn’t answer. He didn’t expect you to but he had a small sliver of hope that you’d answer. Hear him out. Take him back. But straight to voicemail. He had kicked the blonde out the moment you drove away. Wanting nothing more than to drive after you. But he didn’t. He should’ve.

His phone rang then, before he could check who it was, he decided to just answer.

“Angel?! I’m so sorr-“ he started but was quickly silent when it wasn’t your voice talking.

“Hello. I’m Nurse Bellow from Boston Medical Center. I’m trying to contact the next of kin. Is this Hugh Drysdale?” She asked, following to check if he was your husband. “Hi sir. Your wife is here and in critical condition. We will be expecting you.” She hung up, and Ransom was up in a flash.

Dressing appropriately and making it to the hospital in seconds. Harlan already there with his coat hanging over his arms. They had moved you to a private suite. There you lay. Wires connected and the beat of the machine that checked your heartbeat on. He was devastated at the sight. His world crashing in one night.

“Ransom,” his grandfather said softly. Coming up behind him. Ransom fell on to the chair, taking your hand in his. “Baby… baby please,” he said softly. His turn to plea with the gods.

“I’m so sorry Ransom…” Harlan continued but it was all cut when the machines started going off.

“SHE’S CRASHING!” A nurse yelled, ushering Ransom out with his grandfather. The two sat in silence. No thought in Ransom’s head but you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you said I love you unconditionally. These were the conditions in which you didn’t love him.

After hours of surgery, the doctor came out and he didn’t seem to have the best news. He sighed heavily and held his hands out and then put them back together.

“Mr. Drysdale… I am so sorry, but your wife didn’t make it. What we thought was just a simple internal bleeding, turned out to be much worse. Your wife… she was about two months pregnant. And well… it made surgery a little longer and little tougher but… she bled out and both didn’t survive. I am so sorry,” the doctor said, making it perfectly clear.

But Ransom stopped listening after he said sorry. Tears streamed down his face, his own heart shattering at it all. Harlan’s hand rested on his grandsons shoulder. Ransom turned to his grandfather and held the old man tight. Weeping in the chair, his world gone.

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Five months later —

He stood at your grave. The grass fully grown over your slot. Harlan had paid for the funeral, and even the plot that yielded DRYSDALE on the plaque. He never deserved you.

He had placed the flowers on your grave, standing there in silence. Tears slowly sliding down his face as he watched the flower petals blow with the wind.

“Ransom,” Harlan’s voice lifted Ransoms head. Turning and helping his grandfather down the small hill. “Ah. Thankfully they’ve been keeping this area clean,” he continued. His own bouquet of flowers being placed next to Ransom’s.

“She loved you Ransom. Saw that spark, that good in you,” Harlan said, fetching out a box in his pocket. The small velvet box was placed in the young males hand. “What’s this?” Ransom asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Harlan nodded to your grave and said, “She asked me to get it fixed for you. Said it was dull and needed something. A surprise.”

Opening the box, he saw his lost pinky ring. You must’ve taken it in June. Etched on the flat surface were the first letter of your name, his H, and small b.d.

Tears stung his eyes as he slid it on.

“B.D.?” He asked, Harlan raising a brow.

“I believe it was for ‘baby Drysdale’. Probably going to tell you on your anniversary,” Harlan said. Only making Ransom’s heart sink deeper. “Let’s go eat breaks on, Ran. She’s gonna be okay.”

As Harlan walked back to the car, Ransom stood there with his thumb playing with the band of the ring.

“I love you. I love you both,” he declared, turning before glancing back one last time. He got into the car with his grandfather, feeling a weight being lifted. As if… you had forgiven him.

[versegm]

800 something: Charlemagne actually reigns and does his stuff

early 1100s: the Song of Roland is codified and written down.

-> Loosely based on a real dude named Roland

-> tells the story of this guy’s last battle at Roncevaux Pass

-> Roland is established as a bit of a bitch, tho he’s also strong and brave. he also owns the sword Durandal, which is Hektor’s sword. (Yes, the trojan dude.)

-> Almost no magic: Durandal is unbreakable, and God sometimes sends angels and prophetic dremas and such, but that’s it.

-> Olivier, Roland’s best pal and also a cool knight, is here

-> Pinabel, the local traitor, is also here

-> the 12 paladins of Charlemagne are mentioned, though they aren’t all named.

-> Charlemagne is characterized in a pretty positive light: he cares for his men, weeps at Roland’s death, and seeks to defend his lands.

At least 1300s, possibly earlier: the Four Sons of Aymon/Renault of Montauban is codified and written down

-> Focuses on Renault, former knight of Charlemagne who goes off to build his own castle at Montauban because of shenanigans

-> Renault’s brothers are also here: Allard, Guichard, and Richard

-> Bayard is here: a fae magical horse who can do a lot of cool shit

-> Maugis is here: Renault’s cousin, a magician, Charlemagne’s enemy

-> As you can see there’s a bit more magic than in the song of roland, but it’s still pretty tame. Aside from Maugis & Bayard shit’s pretty normal.

-> Roland makes a cameo, he’s still a bitch

-> Astolfo is namedropped, as are a few others of the paladins

-> Pinabel makes a cameo, the events of this song is why he’s so eager to betray Charlemagne

-> Charlemagne himself is characterized as a bit of an impulsive bitch who is prone to favoritism and hard to actually talk to

Late 1400s/Early 1500s: Orlando Innamorato/Furioso is written down (and we actually know who and when it was written for once)

-> Bradamante is here: she’s Renault’s sister & Richard’s twin now

-> Renault is back and has a whole subplot with Angelica

-> Roland (the titular Orlando in love/Orlando unhinged) is back though he doesn’t do much

-> Astolfo is back and also pretty significant for once

-> Pinabel is back to try to murder Bradamante and gets murdered right back

-> Richard is back to solve the bisexual subplot

-> Olivier is briefly back to be gay for Roland. He has two sons, Aquilante & Grifone, who do a bit more.

-> Magic is everywhere. Greek & Arthurian mythology are canon. Everyone has a magic trinket of some sort. Every three pages a new mage shows up.

-> Charlemagne exists but he isn’t very significant tbh

So how are y’all doing on this fine morning

[sopeverse]

kinks with bts

genre: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

warnings: unprotected sex, overstimulation, edging, spanking, blowjobs, eating out, face riding, fingering, cum play, masturbating, exhibition kink, begging, hint at bdsm, degradtion, praising, body worship, switch!bts, perhaps i’m a whore for these men

KIM SEOKJIN

this boy is kinkier than he looks beliEVE ME

he’ll tease you at first for sure

his taunting fingers tracing your exposed skin as he presses the tip of his hard cock against your neglected slit

he LOVES when you beg

“use your words sweetheart.”

he’ll have the most smug smirk on his face as you tug on his belt, desperate to feel some sort of friction against your aching heat

the cockiest lil shit ever

“you want me that bad baby?”

your needy little begs are his biggest weakness

he’ll purposely drag out your pleasure just to hear your sweet whines

also into spanking and that’s a fact

he’ll have you on your hands and knees, fingers softly brushing against the soft skin of your ass before B O O M

he loves seeing your your pretty skin turn completely raw

B I G on discipline

(only if you are too because our boy respects women 😔)

so you can expect some marks to be left if you disobey this man

fucking you in lingerie? big yes from him

he’ll buy the most expensive for you just to see how pretty his baby looks

pushes your panties aside and simply buries himself in your wet cunt, admiring how blissful you look taking his cock whole

MIN YOONGI

suga boy is a dom and that’s the tea sis

even when you’re riding this boys cock he’ll make sure you know who’s in charge

bruises on your hips for W E E K S

he is so into degradation

“does my little slut like that?”

“moan for me whore.”

the tiny whimper that follows from your pouty lips makes him go WILD

he loves the begging look in your eyes as denies your pleasure

his tongue will be tracing your clit, eyes locked with yours as he eagerly laps up your wetness

he’ll pull away once you’re about to cum, lips connecting with your own so you can you taste yourself on his tongue

won’t stop until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him

he LOVES taking you raw

the feeling of your warm heat clenched tightly around his pulsing cock almost sends him over the edge each time

this boy won’t hesitate in filling you up with his cum

the sight of your juices mixing together and running down the skin of your thigh is a sight he never wants to forget

also really likes oversimulation so you better believe he’ll be abusing that pussy relentlessly

JUNG HOSEOK

KINK CENTRAL

there’s nothing he loves more than intense, rough, kinky sex with his favourite girl

(besides pillow talk cause he’s a soft boy too)

he’ll admire you restrained on the bed, with your hands cuffed behind your back and your ass in the air

barely brushes his fingers against your begging clit and you’ll be squirming beneath him

he will make you wait an entirety to finally bury himself in your core

he just loves to hear your little begs and whimpers as his hands and lips trail down your figure

gives each one of your fingertips a soft kiss before reaching your leaking heat

he just loves eating you out

happily laps up your wetness and sucks on your folds as his fingers pump into your tight hole

THE SMALLEST OF PRAISES

“you taste amazing honey.”

“such a good girl for me.”

practically worships every inch of your body

no part of you is left neglected

he’s also such a giver

gets so much satisfaction from making you feel good

KIM NAMJOON

he’ll bring out the daddy kink in you that you never knew you had

very much into rough play

i mean bruises and marks covering your entire body the next day

he also L I V E S for when you try to take control

he loves a strong woman inside in the bedroom and out

but that doesn’t mean this man is a sub

you better believe he will use you as his personal fucktoy

always makes you masturbate before he even thinks about touching you

he just wants to see you whine for him

intensely watches with hunger in his eyes as you circle your sensitive clit, eyes never leaving your fingers as soft begs leave your lips

most of the time he’ll ignore your desperate pleas for pleasure

“patience my sweet girl.”

however, other times the straining of his cock becomes hard to ignore and he’ll roughly replace your hand with his own

and he will NOT show you any mercy

brings you to the edge so many times

there will be tear stains on your cheeks before his cock even brushes against your cunt

PARK JIMIN

istg he’s a sex addict when it comes to you

he’s so happy that he finally sound someone who’s into the same kinks that he is

he L O V E S using toys on you

any chance he gets he’ll sneakily slip a small vibrator into your panties

just so he can make you squirm in public

he loves how frustrated you get as he smirks in your direction, wiggling his eyes in amusement

he’ll make the vibrations more intense when you’re talking to someone

seeing you bite your lip and choke on your words while ignoring the immense pleasure cause his cock to strain against his trousers

TEASING TO THE MAX

he loves winking and biting his lips suggestively

hoping that you’ll drag him to the nearest empty room and get on your knees for him

he’ll succumb to your every demand

such a switch

want him on his knees lapping up every last bit of your juices? He’ll eagerly oblige

or want him to abuse every single one of your holes without mercy? Don’t have to ask him twice

he’s huge into receiving

like he wants his cock in your mouth 24/7  

he’ll argue to his deathbed that there’s no prettier sight than you mouth stuffed full of his dick

he’ll make sure to reward you each time for being a good girl

KIM TAEHYUNG 

taehyung is the god of kinks

it would honestly be hard for you to find something he’s not into

he’s constantly horny for you

so public sex is a big part of both your lives

he’ll literally be about to go on stage and he’ll drag you to an empty dressing room

just so he can have the taste of you on his lips while preforming

HE LOVES CHOKING YOU

the way your body arches into his and the small moans that leave your lips when he applies pressure to the sides of your neck gets him so excited

he loves how you clench around his hard cock when his hands around your throat

he will ruin you for sure

always enters you slowly, just to savour the feeling of you tight cunt stretching around his dick and completely engulfing him

cuffs your hands to the bed each time you’ve disobeyed him

he knows how much you love the burn in your arms as he’s deep inside of you

he’ll always make sure to kiss them better

ALSO BODY WORSHIP

kisses your entire body as your begging him to use you

he loves the sight of your angelic form sprawled across the bed, eyes looking up at him in hopeful desire

he always makes you feel like you’re doing a good job

“you’re taking me so good sugar.”

“what did I do to deserve such a pretty little thing sucking my cock.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

HE’S SUCH A SUB

there’s nothing he loves more than when you top him

having you look like an absolute angel riding his cock like there’s no tomorrow is something his dreams are made of

the l o u d e s t whines when you praise him

“my pretty baby.”

“such a good boy for me.”

he’s so whipped for you

both of you know you have him wrapped around your little finger

loves how much you test his patience

the tip of his cock will be sore and red, leaking with pre-cum and begging to be touched and he’ll still not utter a word

also loves when you ride his face

the feeling of your fingers tugging on his hair as his eager tongue explores your tight hole is the best feeling for him

his cock will be practically weeping for your attention but he’d be solely focused on making you cum

loves having your juices coating his face

he’ll be so sensitive so when you finally softly suck on his tip the loudest gasp will come from his kiss-bruised lips

his hips will raise, urging you to take more of his cock in your mouth

sweat coating his forehead as you hum around him, enjoying how good your boy tastes

clenches his eyes shut when you finally top him and take his leaking, neglected, twitching cock to the brim

dirty talk gets this boy going

he could literally orgasm just from hearing your soft coos in his ear

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[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 27: Lessons in House Beneviento

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, hints of trauma

Summary: Juniper takes a visit to the Beneviento house for sewing lessons.

Feedback appreciated. 18+

“It’s not too late to cancel,” Heisenberg pointed out, almost hopeful, as he watched Juniper get ready.

“It is.” She insisted, combing her fingers through her hair.

“Nah, I have a phone right over here!” He strode over to it, “I can give her a quick call in no time flat.”

“Heis.” Juniper’s voice was a warning.

He seemed to deflate, shoulders sagging. “There’s no way to talk you out of it?” He pressed.

“Nope.” Juniper stuck firm, tying her curls back into a poofy ponytail.

It didn’t stop him from trying. He badgered her the whole way through the village, ever worried he wouldn’t be with her. Juniper kept firm, knowing she needed to learn this. His constant pestering didn’t cease until they were at the dilapidated wood bridges. Juniper gulped as she started across. The closer they got to the far side the more the mists thickened. By the time her boots made contact with solid ground again the air was heavy with it.

The path was narrow with overgrown hedges, small garden statues covered in ivys here and there.

Something drew Juniper’s attention. She paused as Heisenberg kept walking, turning to squint for better visibility.

A human stood in the mist, almost obscured from view. As Juniper came closer she could make out everything but the face.

It was a woman, about Juniper’s height and sporting the same ebony curls, but the other woman's hair was mostly tied back into a messy bun.

Juniper sucked in a breath, even without a face the woman pulled at a deeply familiar string of her heart.

The woman’s featureless face looked down, her light almond hands bunched into her floral skirt. She almost made a weeping sound.

“My dear….my angel.” The woman cried softly, “I've missed you.”

Juniper felt frozen, a tear running down her cheek. She wanted desperately to remember her face, her smell…anything.

“I’m sorry.” Juniper’s voice wavered.

She suddenly felt a strong hand on her shoulder, she turned enough to see Heisenberg chin almost on her shoulder.

“They aren’t real, buttercup.” He soothed, whispering into her ear, “Only hallucinations.”

Juniper tried to nod, blinking away more moisture from threatening her eyes.

She shook to clear her head a bit, the other woman fading.

Heisenberg saw his own share of ghosts among the mists, though he did his best to ignore them.

A sturdy outline of a man stepped forward down a fork in the path.

“Du bist so groß geworden, mein Kleiner.” The man smiled.

Heisenberg grimaced. He looked away, ignoring the shadow. It wasn’t who it pretended to be, it was just a cruel twist of his heart.

He led Juniper ever forward through the mists. Eventually their path opened onto a clearing. A mound of stones and flowers occupied the center, while a door stood on the opposite side’s rock wall.

“It looks like a grave…” Juniper frowned, seeing the dolls stacked up around the large stone.

“It is.” Heisenberg trudged forward, around the delicate stones and blooming yellow flowers.

Juniper read the stone:

Claudia

Juniper gulped, picking up her pace to rejoin Heisenberg. They went through the small door, following a cave path to an elevator. It looked out of place but was still alive with electricity.

Boarding it, Juniper looked around. This elevator was much more lavish and comfortable then the ones in the factory, more suited for recreational use.

Leaving the elevator and darkness of the caverns, Juniper gasped in awe.

“It’s beautiful!” She exclaimed.

Before them the old estate sat on a hill surrounded with blooming yellow flowers. A large waterfall thundered behind it, it’s mist coating the valley.

“Mhm.” Heisenberg agreed almost dismissively. His sour mood worsened with every step towards the estate, knowing every boot length was that much closer to not turning back.

Juniper stepped up onto the wooden porch, closing the distance to the heavy door. Before she reached for the knocker she glanced back to see Heisenberg did not step onto the porch himself, instead grimacing at the edge like an old dog.

Juniper turned back to the door, lifting the heavy knocker, drumming it a few times. Almost instantly Donna answered, pushing open the door, Angie close behind. They looked happy to see her, Juniper worried she had kept them waiting.

“Hello!” Angie exclaimed, “We’re so happy you came!”

“Hello.”Juniper smiled.

The sound of a throat clearing drew their attention. The three turned to look at Heisenberg.

“Return my girl in one piece.” Heisenberg spoke with his lips a thin line.

“We will.” Angie nodded.

“And no turning her into a fucking doll or some shit.” His voice was a steely warning.

“We know that!” Angie snapped.

He gave a cold look at the doll, “I wasn’t talkin’ to you.” His pale eyes shifted upwards, “Donna I’m serious, take care of her…she means an awful lot to me.”

Donna gave a slow nod before raising a single finger to her chest. She made a little ‘x’ motion over her heart.

Heisenberg nodded back in understanding, mimicking the gesture, “Cross my heart.”

Juniper watched them closely, never seeing him act in such a way with another person before. The small interaction was almost childlike.

Whatever weight that gesture held seemed to be enough for Heisenberg. He tipped his hat to the three before turning back and heading into the mists.

They watched him disappear until Angie started hopping. Her tiny feet made a tapping sound as she happily spoke, “Come on, come on!”

Donna pulled open the thick wooden doors, a warm glow cascading over the porch from within.

Juniper walked behind her as Angie trailed closely. The door seemed to close on its own after they all entered.

“We made cookies!” Angie exclaimed.

“Oh, thank you.” Juniper stammered, being led into the main hall. The estate house was very cozy inside, with ornate woodwork and flowery designs on the rugs.

The air held the smell of spices and herbs, a heavy hanging of dust as well but Juniper was used to far worse.

Where Lady Dimitrescu’s home was a lavish palace, a place of showy status-ship; and Heisenberg’s factory was raw and hazardous, a cesspool of secrecy and honed functionality. Donna’s home was neither.

It was smaller but looked to be well lived in and even held remnants of a loving family. Juniper had known this house once belonged to Donna’s parents but was very unprepared for it to still hold the shadows of normality to it. Certain things looked to be completely untouched since the time of the previous owners, left to sit as a time capsule to happier days.

Juniper was led into a parlor of sorts, a heavy table set with linens and dying flowers was in the middle. A smaller sitting room lay off to the side. The whole place was covered in porcelain dolls. Not surprising, considering Donna was called the Doll-maker, but Juniper thought she saw one more out of the corner of her eye. She stifled a shiver, wondering if Angie wasn’t the only sentient one.

“Come sit.” Angie instructed, “We’ll get the tea.”

She did as she was told, sitting and waiting as the pair went out the far door.

The manor was eerily quiet, Juniper hadn’t realized how used she was to the constant hum of machinery. It almost made her anxiety thicken.

Was this what Heisenberg felt like whenever he was away?

She thought. He’d been living in the sounds much, much longer then she had.

The sound of an elevator piqued her interest, a small sliver of something familiar.

They returned rather quickly, Donna holding a tea tray and Angie pushing the door open for her. Donna set the tray down, busing herself with preparing three cups.

“Donna makes her own tea!” Angie told Juniper, hopping up in a chair.

“Oh?”

“Yea! She’s really good at it.” The doll gushed proudly.

Donna set a porcelain teacup in front of Juniper, offering her a bowl of sugar cubes.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiled, putting two into her tea before stirring it.

She brought it to her lips almost tentatively, the liquid dancing over her tongue. It was nothing like the prepackaged stuff Heisenberg kept around, no this was fragrant with floral notes and hints of herbs. Juniper took a deeper gulp, smiling.

Donna offered her a plate of cookies neatly stacked.

The cookies were a type of butter cookie, small and crisp with an aftertaste of vanilla. Juniper took a big bite.

“We made them from scratch!” Angie announced proudly. She happily picked up a cookie and began to dip it profusely into a cup of tea. She cackled as tea splashed out onto the lace tablecloth.

Donna seemed not to notice, lifting her cup up. She carefully moved the veil eough to take a sip.

After they enjoyed their tea and cookies, Angie telling Juniper so many random things during, they started to head towards Donna workspace.

They took another elevator, the one Juniper had heard earlier, down to the basement. They led her down a hallway lined with white painted doors before opening one.

The room had dirt floors and a heavier curtain of dust. The walls were lined with heaving shelving, filled with all assortment of fabrics and sewing supplies.

Angie excitedly showed Juniper the rarer fabrics, things the Duke had brought from far off places, as Donna cleaned off the table in the center of the room

The three sat down with a little pile of supplies before each.

Donna nodded, picking up a needle and threading it easily.

It took a while for the woman to find her voice, and when she did it was breathy and strained. Juniper thought it must’ve been a long while since it was used in any stretch.

Donna frequently forgot the proper words for items or techniques, having to stop for a moment to think how to explain things. Juniper was ever patient, just thankful the woman was taking the time to teach her at all.

When she did get going, Donna’s fingers were nimble and quick, making even intricate stitching look simple. She could put a sewing machine to shame.

Juniper tried to keep up, showing her results. It was lopsided and messy, earning a concerned little “Oh!” From Donna. It sent Angie into a fit of giggles.

“Take your time.” The woman instructed, “Make every stitch the same size.”

Juniper nodded, trying again.

“Not like that silly!” Angie pointed to the cloth, “Tinier! Make them cute and tiny.”

“Ok.” Juniper smiled at the doll’s enthusiasm.

“Practice stitching is im-important.” Donna nodded, “Mother made me sew for hours on spare fab-ric.”

“How do you make the clothing for the dolls?” Juniper asked, thinking clothes that size could easily be augmented to fit a baby.

“Are you making dolls?” Angie asked excitedly.

“W-well…” she thought, almost sweating, “I may, there’s not much to do around the factory you know.” She lied.

“How do you deal with living in that grimy old factory?” Angie asked.

“I've gotten used to it.” Juniper shrugged, “Its home now.”

“But what about Heisenberg?” The doll pressed, “He’s so mean!”

“Oh he’s not all bad.” Juniper looked at her hands, cheeks gaining a rosy blush, “He’s just a bit rough around the edges.”

“And loud!”

“He is rather loud.” Juniper agreed, giggling.

“But Donna is super good at making cute outfits!” Angie got back on topic.

Donna nodded, standing to look on the shelves behind her. She pulled a handmade book free, brushing dust or before setting it on the table.

“These are my patterns for the common clothes I make for them.” She opened the book.

Juniper looked it over, seeing many small measurements around the sketches. It reminded her of the schematics Heisenberg made of his Soldats.

She asked little questions here or there. Mostly about how Donna found the correct sizes and how to properly measure an object to make clothing for it.

She soaked everything the quieter woman said like a dry sponge. Even pulling out a sketchbook to make notes. Donna and Angie loved to have someone care so much after so many years of solitude.

~

Eventually Juniper’s eyes caught the clock overhead. She gasped, “Is it that late already?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun?” Angie laughed.

They cleaned up her workspace before heading back up into the estate.

Donna sent Juniper home with a better stocked sewing kit, easy patterns to practice with, a bag of scrap fabric, and a container of cookies for Heisenberg.

“Thank you for taking the time today.” Juniper’s voice was genuine.

“Oh it was fun!” Angie gushed, “Come back soon, ok!”

Juniper nodded, taking the bag thankfully from Donna. It was very sweet for her to provide so many spare materials.

Heisenberg was already waiting on the end of the porch, looking irritated as he smoked the last bit of a cigar.

He dropped it, tamping it out with the end of his boot before he stepped towards the three.

“You’re late.” Heisenberg growled when he was close to Juniper.

“And you didn’t send the Lycans?” She smiled playfully.

He gave a huff.

Juniper handed him the bag, he took it questionably. “What’s all this?” He asked.

“Sewing supplies for me and something for you.” Juniper answered.

Heisenberg glanced into the bag, making a little sound of surprise when he saw the parcel of cookies. He quickly looked up to Donna and Angie, almost embarrassed.

“Thank you!” He stammered, cheeks a bit rosey.

Donna nodded happily, waving them goodbye.

Juniper smiled, taking Heisenberg’s free hand and started the walk back to the factory.

“Not used to gifts, are you?” She giggled, seeing how flustered he was at the simple gesture.

He made a grumbling sound, not entertaining her with a real answer.

[the-slasher-files]

Hello, can i request 16 and 46 for the prompt thing with a S/o with low self steem with Bo? Please and sorry for my english 🥺🖤

OOOH ANGST!!!! I love it thank you! and honestly your English is perfect :) It’s like these 2 sentences were made for a reader x bo scenario!

So I went a little wild with this that’s why it’s a bit longer (1k plus words) but I really love how it turned out.. also Bo maybe says ‘I love you’ for the first time when he’s sober :o hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

THE KITCHEN FLOOR 

WORD PROMPT:   “I want you to be happy... even if it’s not with me” AND “Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...”

Today was just one of those days. 

You felt your mind weigh heavy on everything you did. It badgered you every second of the day, pounding your self-esteem lower and lower with every glance in the mirror and every tug of your baggy clothes. You couldn’t escape the constant hounding and you felt almost uncomfortable sitting in your own skin; as if bugs were crawling on top of you, and as if a fire was set beneath your feet and every moment you struggled to hold yourself away from the burn. 

Bo was at his dingy garage all day and Vincent was in the basement making more creations for the town, and honestly, you never knew where Lester was at any given moment but he defiantly wasn’t in the house. This left you all alone in the reticent home, just your thoughts and heartbeat. Sure you could go down to the basement to have company with Vincent, but he never liked to be disturbed while working, and you could go to the gas station but something was blocking you in the house; your demons wanted you away from the sunlight and easing voices of the people you loved, they wanted you all to themselves today. You let them win today for you didn’t have the energy to fight it. 

As the sun faded behind the native Louisiana wood that surrounded Ambrose the voices became deafening, and Bo’s absence was louder than the voices at times. Skull crushing and heart aching. You didn’t care if it was his yelling or large footsteps creaking on the hardwood, you just needed to hear something else besides the twisted thoughts that were burning, and chugging along like a freight train threatening to run itself off track and kill the engineers. 

Bo will never love you... Bo has never thought you were beautiful... Bo hates you... hates your body... hates your love... Bo just wants some skinny perfect woman... one from his trophy wall... one better than you... one to satisfy his every need better than you ever could...    

Tears stung in your eyes painfully, as you tried to make yourself busy with dinner. Every cut of a vegetable and every stir on the bowl was becoming a burden, you felt the lump in your throat build and tears spilled out in a stream much to your dismay. Anger, frustration, sadness and pain became all too much for your psyche to handle, and in an outburst you pushed everything off the counter, carelessly letting dinner go to waste and everything around you crash and clang against the linoleum.  

Silent sobs sealed your airway and you sank to the floor slowly with your back scraping against the fridge, raking your shaky hands through your hair, tears falling wherever they pleased. Breathing seemed fleeting at this point, you felt as if you were drowning in the ocean, all alone, with sharks circling you, taunting your demise. The sobs began to become more painful and broken wails hung in the humid Louisiana air, the force and strain made it feel like you were vomiting but betrayed the fact that your throat was closing against the laments.  

Suddenly there were heavy footfalls coming towards you, it was clear as day who they were from; the give away was that the gate was a little unbalanced from the apparent stiffness Bo had always carried in his right leg. The steps stopped for a moment as he was taking in your balled up shaking frame under the flickering fluorescents of the old house. Food, utensils, bowls and plates were all scattered around you like war zone debris, and you were the broken soldier in the middle waiting for the end. You knew he was standing there but you didn’t care; he was never one for comforting you, why would he care tonight? 

“Baby... Baby girl wha- shit” Bo stuttered but quickly came to encase you in his muscular arms, groaning as he sat in front of you, his legs caged you, feeling every sob, every painful sharp inhale. “Shhh, shhh, baby it’s ok” he cooed, trying to be soothing though it went against his gruff nature. 

His warm body caging you and the unmistakable smell of gas, cigarettes, and some sort of sweet undertone to his cologne that you just couldn’t place, made your body ease enough to catch a deep breath filling your strained lungs. Opening your swollen eyes with a sting, you were somehow surprised to meet his worried stormy blues, eying you like a hawk; his intensity made you force your eyes closed, jerking your head downwards and off to the side, not wanting him to see you so broken. Stifling your cries by biting your lip hard enough to draw the coppery taste along the soft flesh, letting whine escape.

His rough fingertips gingerly caressed your wet chin, commanding you to look up at him; though Bo’s fingers were gentle, his blanketing dominance coated every movement he made effortlessly. Once again your eyes met; pain and concern clashing.

“Angel, what’s wrong?” He spoke softly letting his cigarette stained breath ghost over you. The question brought a new set of tears that started to swell up, teasing to fall through wet lashes. Bo didn’t force you to speak and he just let you catch your breath and collect your thoughts, studying every part of your face as if it was new to him. Checking for any apparent injuries that might be causing the sobs; at least that he could fix that, but no, these wounds were behind the skin, in the deep tissues of your heart and brain, strangling them.

“Bo... I just-” You weakly strained against the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry” pulling away from him you saw something dangerous flutter behind his eyes; Bo was full of his own troubles and insecurities too, and your choice of words fueled something under the surface of him, some deepness he wasn’t ready to face yet. His touch became a little tighter, slowly and agonizing like a python, squeezing the truth out of you. Your apology was out of your embarrassment for him having to see you like this, but he thought it was for cheating on him or harming someone he loved; ultimately resulting in your slow painful death. 

Before allowing his anger rise you quietly cried “Bo, baby, I’m just having a bad day... the voices in my head just wouldn’t shut up... I-I just broke” He relaxed his grip slightly and pulled you against his chest with a huff, relaxing around you. Bo was no stranger to the way you felt, he had ended up on the exact spot on the kitchen floor many times before, he was probably drunk when it happened, however, but he understood. In a strange way, you mirrored him like broken glass glued together. 

Clutching his coveralls like holding onto a lifeline you stained them with tears, as he moved his hand to cradle your skull closer to him if it were possible, carding his hand through your hair, and his other hand snaked around your waist. His warmth was welcomed but dangerous and painful, loving a broken soul like his hurt all too much; behind every kiss and pleasure, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was better off with someone else, and think about the day he doesn’t come home. Bo’s love was addicting and one day you knew it would be ripped away and you would be left scratching and clawing for any remnants that could be salvaged.   

“I- I want you to be happy... even if it’s not with me,” weeping and shaking you let your insecurities come to the light allowing Bo to see the sick but not unfamiliar thoughts. “I’m fucking broken... I’m nothing you should have, just damaged goods... You can find someone much more beautiful and stronger... I’m not what you want” 

Spilling your guts like a wounded animal begging to live Bo’s hands moved to your shoulders, now pushing you away to look at him with authority oozing off, it made you stop; thinking he was going to lose his temper, and you just waited for the yelling or for him to drag you to the bedroom. The yelling never came. The forceful grip of his large hands never appeared. Just his eyes hardened on you, the blue becoming dark and foreboding, like the black sea that has swallowed a thousand ships.

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...” He begged then allowed his fortified walls to come down for a brief moment worried you would shatter him completely, “You’re my everything baby... Why don’t you see that?” his voice broke at the vulnerability. The knights were down, off their posts and able to rest after 20 some years of being serviced, taught and berated. This was like a searing knife to his core, slipping between the bones and waiting for it to be yanked out and have him bleed out on the linoleum, alone. “I- I love you.” 

Those words, the three words he spoke echoed loud and clear in your brain. The only time he had ever said it was after 5 beers and sloppy sex. Bo was sober tonight and he was painfully aware of it. He said it without flinching or moving his gaze from yours. This is the moment you waited for, after almost 2 full years of rage, blood, tears, love, fights, and pain; it was out there crystal clear. Of course, you had hoped it would be on a scenic hill looking out at the night sky, with your fingers interlaced and shallow breaths matching each other in perfect harmony; not on the cold floor with glass and destruction around you, brokenly clutching one another. However, you were going to take what you could get.    

Tears began to flow again but for a whole different reason, as you cupped his strong square jaw, running your thumb on the long jagged scar he carried with grace. “Bo Sinclair, I love you too.” He crashed his lips against yours, his hands were everywhere on you, he craved you, he needed you as much as he did the oxygen to breathe.

[allthe8]

All I Need // part i

description: you know Jisung needs you and he shows you that he does, until he doesn’t.

warnings: angst, smut, explicit language, problematic Jisung:/

word count: 2.2k

pov: Jisung’s

She was back, I could feel it, the sheer euphoria coursing through my veins at the thought of her mere presence, I was starting to forget I was even mad at her-I couldn't even remember why she had felt but I did the remember the day she did-the memory was a blur, my mind had repressed it, the thought of being away from her made me feel like I was being cut off from my lifeline. I should've understood why she would want to leave but I didn't want to, without her I felt lost and I absolutely hated the pathetic feeling in the pit of my stomach when I was away from her for too long.

She had called it "needing space" and "wanting to be her own person", the irrational part of me called bullshit thinking she was just trying to leave me while the rational part could see clearly why she would  want to and I hated myself for pushing her so much, that was in August-it was October now but she was back, here-sitting on my bed in a baby blue sundress that had ridden up her thigh from how she was crossing one leg over the other.

She had yet to notice my presence in the doorway of my bedroom, consumed by whatever it is she was looking at on her phone "You're back" I finally speak making her snap her head in my direction immediately standing up, it was then I noticed how tan her skin had gotten all from soaking up the Mediterranean sun. I tried to keep my eyes on hers as she walked towards me but it turned into a daunting task with the way her breasts were almost spilling out of her sundress, I didn't want her to know I hadn't been with anyone since she had left, just the company of my hand and the numerous pictures and videos I had on my phone of her post climax state, she would think I was touched starved so I stared at the window behind her feigning anger.

"You're late" I noticed her visibly flinch at that, she watched my face intently searching for signs of anger but I knew she'd find none. "I know, I-I'm so-rry" she said slowly, about 15 seconds passed without any of us saying anything, that was when she reached for my arm-caressing it with her thumb. "I missed you, Ji" she looks into my eyes, "Why do you sound so weird?" the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, "I haven't spoken any English since I left" she informs me. "You didn't miss me?" she asks and I almost start stuttering but she's not used to me being this vulnerable and I have to remind myself that I'm the one in control here-that's what she's used to-being acquiescent.

"I never wanted you to leave" I grumble and that's when the dynamics of our relationship begin to show, "I-I told you I needed space, Jisung" she whispers but I catch on to it.

"Fuck that, you were just trying to leave me and you're only back because you feel some sort of resentment masked with pity towards me"

"Why do you always think that? I'm here, aren't I?" she bites back skillfully avoiding the second part of what I said.

"That's not enough, you said you'd be gone for a month and I waited for you, just when I started to get use to not having you around you want to waltz back into my life like it's nothing".

"It's not like that and you know it" she chokes out, about to cry.

"Enlighten me then? No Spanish cock could fill you up like I can? Is that it?" I taunt, knowing the words were just spilling out of my mouth at this point, what was the use in stopping. "No! Is that what you really think of me?" she shrieks. "You know damn well what I think of you, y/n”.  “You knew what I thought when you left but it didn't stop you". She looks at me through her teary eyes like she's about to burst any second, "Wow" she laughs even with the tears spilling down her face, "Coming back, I honestly didn't know what to expect but it definitely wasn't this, I'm gon-" she makes a move to walk past me and out of the room but she's soon pressed against the wall by my body weight.

"Where the fuck are you going again? Why are you always trying to leave me?!" I bark, “Let go of me, Ji” she spat but I refused "Get off of me you asshole, you clearly don't want me here" she fights back-her small frame writhing under my bigger one, with time she starts to calm down with her hands pinned over her head with my right hand, I bring my other hand to meet her cheek. "I always want you around, I missed you so much, my search history will show me booking and cancelling flights" I whisper, "I needed you here with me" I say before pressing my lips to hers.

She responds immediately and I drop her hands down-grabbing her by her waist, slightly pushing my tongue in her mouth just wanting to get a taste of her, I tried to hard to stop myself from ravaging her like a starved man but all my efforts are in vein when she whimpers into my mouth making pull away from her, "We don't have to-" I start cut my morality speech is cut of by her dropping to her knees and attempting to tug my sweatpants down. I watch her in awe, completely mesmerized by her beauty, almost missing that she has completely freed my cock from it's confines and is now swirling her tongue around the angry red tip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I start chanting as she takes me deeper into her mouth, my mind starts to wonder where she learnt to do this but the thought is shoved down when I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat making her gag. "Yes" I drawl out "Good girl, you're a good girl, my good girl, you just like acting up" I say pulling her hair up into a makeshift ponytail, my lack of a proper fuck starts to show when she takes on of my balls and sucks on it, "Shit, no, stop! stop!" I say as I feel my abs tightening not wanting to feel the embarrassment of cumming from a mere blowjob. Immediately she's on her feet, "Did I do something wrong?" she asks looking up at me as I tuck my dick back into my pants.

"No angel, you were perfect, I just want to show you how much I missed you" I tell her, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh but when I'm met with only the feeling of her soaked core, I lose it. "Where are your fucking panties" I growl in her ear ghosting a finger over her clit. "The-I-" "What explanation could you possibly have for not wearing panties" I pull back and watch her face intently as I push my middle finger into her opening, "Fuck, you're still so tight" I whisper.

"Tell me, didn't you find anyone in Madrid to fuck your needy little cunt open?" I taunt, earning a whimper from her, "No! I-I haven't be-been with anyone since our last time!" the last part of her sentence is squealed due to me adding another finger, "So what do you want me to do now?" I ask basking in the way she's writhing and whimpering beneath me, she looks at me with her big doe eyes, knowing I know what she wants. "Don't look at me like that, I should be punishing you for breaking your promise right now" I say pushing my fingers deeper causing my palm to rub on her bud, "P-please don't punish me! I'll be good, I promise!" she nearly weeps, "But didn't you also promise you'd be back in September?" I egg her on, "I know! I'm sorry! I'll be so good". "Yes you fucking will" I grit.

"Get on the bed. On all fours" I commanded and watched as she did as I said, the baby blue sundress bunching at her waist, she was so bare and all for me, I made my way to her slowly before kneeling right at where I knew she was in need, "Angel, you're soaked, do you need me that bad?" I cooed at her to which she nodded but all that did was get her spanked, "Fuck! Yes I need you! Jisung please!" she squeaked, arching her back further, it was obvious she didn't know the impact she had on me, I could never deny her when she sounded so euphonious-so her put my mouth where she wanted, kissing her there as I would her lips. At first contact she jolted forward with a small scream, almost as if it was too much for her but I knew her, I knew my angel-she would take whatever I gave her, I closed my eyes and indulged in the way she tasted, I could have consumed her whole if I didn't have self control but that was beginning to wear thin, as I went on her hips started to shake so I held them down while I lapped up all of her essence she could offer before plunging my tongue into her entrance and fucking her with it.

When I felt her walls pulsate around my tongue I pulled back but I didn't give her time to breathe-pushing my middle and ring finger into her, "Oh shit! Right there! Please faster" I obliged, fucking her with my fingers, "Like this?" I teased but she could only answer in incoherent babbles, soon her moans turned into screams and her velvety walls pulsed around my digits, before I knew it she was releasing all of my fingers but that didn't stop me—I kept going and her hips jolted away from but I held her down. "Wh-hat are you doing?!" she screamed, burying her face into the pillows and screaming right before her second orgasm washed over her and she was writhing and quivering as her juices spilled all over my fingers again but this time it shot out of her so fast it was all over my sheets before I could put my mouth on her. "Jisung stop".

"Fuck, I forgot you could do that" I groaned.

As fast as I could I flipped her unto her back, "You're not going to leave me again" it must have sounded like a question to her because she nodded, I almost wanted to correct her and let her know that I was telling her she couldn't leave me again but she looked so beautiful spread out for me—her legs twitching as I rubbed my cock over her slit, "You love me" I tell her as I pushed my length into her, maybe it was the way she felt full of me that led her to agree but I willed myself to actually believe that she did love me "Yes, yes I do, so much". I moved my hips at a different pace with each thrust, short and fast slow and deep, the way my cock dragged along her walls and the sound of her moans had me on the edge, I felt like I would lose myself in her. As her pussy continued to clenched around me—I brought her left leg up to my chest and kissed her calf before bringing her right foot to my mouth and sucking on her toes, "Shit! I'm gonna c-" "No you're not" I commanded, enjoying the way she thrashed under me with my thumb on her clit rubbing in tight circles, "Please! I'll never leave you again!" she declared, it made me want to tell her she didn't have a choice but the words couldn't come out, I was so close to cumming too, I just needed to hear one thing "You belong to me" I told her, watching her face to see her reaction, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she concurred "Yes! you! It's always been you, Jisung" she screamed and I let go "Good girl, now cum for me, cum all over my cock" and she did so like she was on voice command, chanting thank yous as I spilled myself into her.

I rolled off her but I couldn't move my eyes away from her, she looked so beautiful with the thin layer of sweat that had covered her sin, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. My thought train was interrupted as I heard my security code getting put in, "Who's that?" she mumbled rolling over to look me in the eye but I quickly looked away-getting off the bed to throw her dress at her.

"My girlfriend. Get dressed" I said and then I held my breath and waited, for something- a scream, the sound of her crying but she only repeated my statement whilst putting her dress back on, "Your girlfriend?" I forced myself to look anywhere but her face and my eyes found the trail of my cum dripping down her inner thigh and I knew that I'd never forgive myself.