#‘ﾟ * ･ ✝ ﹙ DESIRES .

[xannerz]

wish my mom wasnt homéophobíc!!!

#she randomly started this conversation yday and said she'd rather be dead than find out i'm dating another woman #and it absolutely snowballed negatively from there but i was standing there trying not to puke but also like 'please dont do that.' #when you know she knows but she's also in denial but also physically and mentally fragile so you don't want to rock the boat lmfaooo #im an adult and ive been taking on most of the responsibilities at my own expense and she still manages to make me feel small lmao #anyway no comments or advice is desired pls ty :) 🔪 !!! #every time someone gives me some stupid american-ass 'well you have to live your life you should---' i immediately wanna rip n tear #i do not have the luxury of giving my mom a yt people mic drop nor do i wish to contribute to the tension rn #like yeah?lol. ik im an adult and ik my parents are unhealthily codependent in more ways than one. and ik that i ~ deserve to be happy~ #but i dont wanna hear it rn LMFAO #anyway i love my mom 🧿✝🙏🕯 but that shit hurt #xangoeswah

[divineslcyer]

❝ It’s a coincidence. ❞

Sinbad did not look remotely coinvinced at her soft spoken words. The fondness in his gaze mixing with endearment, even joy. It stirred a feeling of anxiousness, mixed with abashed timidness and fluttering excitement. It made her want to run to him, and run away. The way he provoked such intense feelings, really... It left her helpless. - Genshin Verse.

Permission to @siamxshade / @highseaskxng [ Personals DO NOT INTERACT]

#✝ ⌈ Character Study ⏌ ― desire #✝ ⌈ Romance ⏌ ― Sinbad #✝ ⌈ General ⏌ ― edits #✝ ⌈ Gallery ⏌ ― Mishil

[griefknown]

tag dump.

✝     𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.  »  ooc ✝     𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫.  »  self promo ✝     𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.  »  promo ✝     𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.  »  meme ✝     𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.  »  answered ✝     𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.  »  queue ✝     𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲.  »  script ✝     𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.  »  aesthetic ✝     𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.  »  visage ✝     𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.  »  desires ✝     𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬.  »  musings ✝     𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.  »  headcanon

#✝ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. » ooc #✝ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫. » self promo #✝ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. » promo #✝ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. » meme #✝ 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. » answered #✝ 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. » queue #✝ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲. » script #✝ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. » aesthetic #✝ 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. » visage #✝ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. » desires #✝ 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬. » musings #✝ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. » headcanon

[corpsekiller]

hi sugar! could you write Luca Changretta with breeding Kink?.

question: do you accept commissions?

✝ 𝖯𝖴𝖫𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖢𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖱 — 𝖫.𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖱𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖠

here you go, darling. i don't take commissions yet, but i'm planning to set something up when i find the time during my studies (though that's going to take a while). thank you for requesting and enjoy!

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. luca changretta x afab!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. nsfw! unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, impact play (one slap to the cheek), dirty talk

MASTERLIST

You’re not sure what has come over you, can’t even remember when you started to have these thoughts, but each drag of your husband’s cock inside the wet heat of your cunt has you on the verge of crying out to him, begging, pleading for his cum and revealing your darkest desires that you kept buried in your mind for so long.

Perhaps it’s the way you’re spread out for him, his hands resting on your thighs to press your knees flush to your chest and fuck you impossibly harder — it’s so filthy and messy that you should be worried your neighbors might hear the lewd sounds your soaked pussy makes, though you’re too far gone in the haze of pleasure and pain to think properly.

“Please... Fuck, please,” you whine, pathetically stumbling over your own words. A low groan tumbles from his lips when he bottoms out, so fascinated by the strings of your slick sticking to the length of his cock that he can’t help but stare at your abused cunt swallowing him greedily as he snaps his hips against yours. The pace he picks up sets every fiber of your being aflame — deep and calculated, hitting the deepest spot inside your quivering pussy with dangerous prowess as he peers down at your flushed face through strands of dark hair falling into his handsome face.

“What do you want, amore?” He asks, his Sicilian accent thick around the syllables. It’s a delight to watch how you shudder whenever his hips hit the curve of your bruised ass, frantically wiggling back to meet his powerful thrusts.

You’re so needy, so desperate to feel every inch of him that it nearly pushes him over the edge — fingers clawing at his biceps, calves trembling on either side of his as he fucks into with brutal force until your eyes cross and you’re reduced to a drooling mess, unable to do anything but moan his name. “Come on, pretty girl. Answer me.”

The reply you give him is merely a broken whisper.

“Want you to cum inside me! P-Please, please, want you to fill me up so bad, want you to give me a baby, fuck—”

Luca’s lips turn into a devilish smile. The satisfaction of getting to hear you say those words burns deliciously in his core and his cock grows impossibly harder, weeping drops of cum as he stills inside your fluttering walls for a torturous second. “Oh, you do? You’re such a good girl for me, begging for my cum like that,” he smirks and leans down to trail open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, baring his teeth to nip at your sensitive skin. “I’ll give you a baby, my love. Gonna make you a mommy, yeah? You want that?”

“Yes, please! I want your cum, I need it,” you whine pathetically, hot tears staining your cheeks as you speak. A fervent kiss is pressed to the inside of your calf, a promise that he’ll give you exactly what you’ve been begging for before he thrusts into your poor cunt with newfound force, pushing you into the pillows as his cock splits you open over and over again.

Your knees are pushed further against your chest and the stretch aches in your muscles, but the new position allows your husband to thrust his cock into the most sensitive part of your pussy — the pleasure you feel after each drag of his tip against that spot is overwhelming, nearly makes you faint if it weren’t for the slap he delivers to your cheek to keep you conscious.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl. Daddy wants to see you fall apart on his cock,” he growls and all you can do is nod vigorously. One of his hands leaves your thigh to sneak between your slick bodies. Clever fingers find your pussy and the sensation of his thumb circling clit coaxes a hoarse scream out of your throat. Your nails dig into his arm and he smirks, relentlessly overstimulating your senses until you’re convinced you’re going to black out any second. “Cum for me, c’mon.. cum for daddy right now, I know you want it.”

The desperation laced into his voice is all it takes. Ecstasy hits you like white-hot lightning and your vision turns black as you scream his name at the top of your lungs. Your legs lock tightly around his head and your fingers claw at the sheets in a knuckle-whitening grip as your entire body trembles under the force of your orgasm that seems to be endless, taking over every inch of your body until your mind goes completely blank. You feel your pussy gush over his girth, drenching his thighs and your ass in your arousal, but you couldn’t care less about the ruined bed when his cock twitches inside your tightening cunt.

“Good fuckin’ girl, gonna get you nice and pregnant with my child,” Luca groans as he delivers one last harsh thrust into your swollen pussy, throbbing cock nudging your cervix as he cums and finally fills you up. His eyebrows furrow and a string of Italian curses leaves his pursed lips. His hips twitch against yours as he stuffs you with a heavy load that’ll surely get you pregnant, but a part of him wants to ensure that you’re thoroughly bred despite the exhaustion in his limbs. “Turn around, amore. You can take one more, can’t you?”

His knuckles graze your jaw, barely a warning before he simply flips you over and sinks his fingers to push his cum back inside.

It's going to be a long night.

#🕷— drabbles #🔪— murderous desire #luca changretta x reader smut #luca changretta smut #luca changretta x fem reader #luca changretta imagine #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #luca changretta x you

[traumacatholic]

Hi, I'm a university student, woman, carmelite, consecrated to Our Lady according to the method of Saint Luis Maria of Montfort. Please, could you pray for me fiding a relationship that is totally align with the chastity principles for lay members, if it is God's will?

I had to lie to someone saying I was taken when I'm not, in order to keep the chastity principle and to avoid this person keeping any hope and keep insisting, but I don't like lying, and I'm a bit afraid of the consequences of this lie. Please, could you pray for me?

(Also, saying the religious reasons could have hurt the person, so it was better to simply say "I already have someone").

May God Bless you ✝❤

I have to admit, that I don't fully know bout the chastity principles for lay members. But I will be praying for you. And I have included some prayers under the read more that you may find useful. Feel free to modify them where you see fit.

A prayer to find a spouse

All-good and merciful Lord, I know that any enduring happiness in my life dependeth upon my wholehearted love for Thee and upon keeping Thy commandments and obeying Thy Holy Will in all things. Wherefore, direct my steps, O God, and fill my heart with Thy Grace. I seek to please Thee alone, for Thou art my Creator and my God. Preserve me from pride and self-love. Let reason, modesty, and chastity adorn me. Deliver me from idleness which is hateful unto Thee and breedeth vice; grant me to be diligent and fruitful in labor, and bless thou my work. Thy law commandeth that husband and wife live in chaste matrimonial union. Wherefore lead me, Holy Father, to this blessed calling not for the satisfaction of the passions but unto the fulfilment of Thy commandment; for Thou hast said that it is not good that man should be alone and, having created woman as his companion, Thou didst bless them to be fruitful and multiply that they may fill the earth. Hear my humble prayer which ascendeth unto thee from the depths of my heart: Grant unto me an honest and pious spouse that, through our love and harmony, we nay together serve and praise Thee, our compassionate God, and do Thy will and bless Thine all-holy name, of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

A prayer of single persons

O Lord, who hast set forth for us an example of perfect purity, strengthen me, I beseech Thee, when temptation doth beset me, and when strong passions seek to overwhelm me, that I may remain constant in virtue and innocent in thought, word, and deed, doing only such things that are well pleasing to Thee. Grant me growth in wisdom and understanding, that I may serve Thee in holiness all the days of my life, through the intercessions of Thine all-immaculate Mother and of all Thy Saints, especially my Patron Saint [name]. Amen.

A prayer for purity

O Master, Lord my God, in whose hands are my lots, help me according to Thy mercy and do not allow me to be destroyed by mine iniquities, nor permit me by my will to follow the desires of my flesh against my spirit. I was fashioned by Thee, do not forsake the works of Thy Hands. Turn not Thy Face away from me, have pity and do not despise me, neither forsake me, O Lord, for I am weak and it is to Thee, my protecting God, that I have fled to for refuge. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for the sake of Thy Mercy, for upon Thee have I cast myself from my very youth. May those who war against me be put to shame, and may those who seek to separate me from Thee through immodest acts, unseemly thoughts and unprofitable recollections be turned back. Chase far from me every impurity, that foul effluence of evil. For Thou alone art holy, Thou alone art mighty, Thou alone art immortal, having unfathomable power against all things, and it is through Thee that every power is given against the devil and his might. For unto Thee are due all glory, honour, and worship, to the Father and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen.

Psalm 50

Have mercy on me, O God, according to Thy great mercy; and according to the multitude of Thy compassions blot out my transgression. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I know mine iniquity, and my sin is ever before me. Against Thee only have I sinned and done this evil before Thee, that Thou mightest be justified in Thy words, and prevail when Thou art judged. For behold, I was conceived in iniquities, and in sins did my mother bear me. For behold, Thou hast loved truth; the hidden and secret things of Thy wisdom hast Thou made manifest unto me. Thou shalt sprinkle me with hyssop, and I shall be made clean; Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be made whiter than snow. Thou shalt make me to hear joy and gladness; the bones that be humbled, they shall rejoice. Turn Thy face away from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence, and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, and with Thy governing Spirit establish me. I shall teach transgressors Thy ways, and the ungodly shall turn back unto Thee. Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, Thou God of my salvation; my tongue shall rejoice in Thy righteousness. O Lord, Thou shalt open my lips, and my mouth shall declare Thy praise. For if Thou hadst desired sacrifice, I had given it; with whole-burnt offerings Thou shalt not be pleased. A sacrifice unto God is a broken spirit; a heart that is broken and humbled God will not despise. Do good, O Lord, in Thy good pleasure unto Sion, and let the walls of Jerusalem be builded. Then shalt Thou be pleased with a sacrifice of righteousness, with oblation and whole-burnt offerings. Then shall they offer bullocks upon Thine altar.

#prayer #prayer req #prayer request

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

➵ request page

THIS IS A SIDE BLOG !!! Any asks or communications I make will be under the name @krysphycookiez , so just know that blog is also me!!

welcome! here you will be making your requests for whatever your heart desires. don’t be shy… just follow the rules.. and you’ll be fine~

➵ request status: OPEN

➵ general inbox: open

♦️RULES♦️

- no negativity or toxicity. this should be straightforward

- this is a safespace for everyone. which means any kind of reader is accepted here (male, fem, gn etc.)

- treat everyone kindly here… we do not tolerate any kind of hate or bigotry.

- all the fics written about this band will be set in a fictional/fantasy setting. these versions of the characters are not meant to be a reflection of the real people

- i write for all ghost b.c characters, and all the members of sleep token

- under absolutely no circumstances should my work EVER be stolen, copied, modified or plagiarized on other platforms. do not steal my work. i will block you and report your post if i catch you.

♦️WHAT I WRITE♦️

- ✿ fluff

- ✦ crack

- ❦ angst

- ❣︎ smut

- ✩ platonic

- ❤︎ slight nsfw

- ➷ yandere

- ✪ au

- ✝︎ dark fiction

♦️WHAT I DON’T WRITE♦️

- oc x canon

- anything illegal (pedophilia, incest, etc.)

- any fic that’s generally problematic or oppressive

if you decide to stick around, that’s great! please feel free to ask me or send me anything. with that being said, i hope you enjoy your stay here~…

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[moondustsims]

⠀ ⠀ “you better know i’m a creature” 

cc links under the cut!

obviously based on the new e'last album, stan e'last

basics

skin overlay ✝ skinblend ✝ face kit ✝ hair ✝ ombre ✝ brows ✝ eyes ✝ lashes ✝ tattoo

creature

bodysuit ✝ skirt ✝ boots ✝ tights ✝ earrings

desire

dress ✝ boots ✝ tights ✝ accessory sleeves ✝ rings ✝ earrings

nightmare

dress ✝ boots ✝ harness ✝ rings ✝ earrings

shelter

corset ✝ trousers ✝ shoes ✝ rings ✝ necklace ✝ earrings

poison

dress ✝ pumps ✝ eyemask ✝ bracelet ✝ earrings

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[pearlkeep]

Lucifer @hclluvahctel sent a prayer! ✝ meme [ chocolate ] my muse licks chocolate off of your muses' body

─┼─── How rare of an occasion that Peter is so blatantly vulnerable in the presence of another.

His intentions were just to stand in for a higher angel for a meeting with Hell over this hotel he'd heard rumors of. Only... he found it rather strange that Lucifer was the only one to show.

Oh, how could he let things get so heated?

All Peter had done was politely accept Lucifer's supposedly - welcoming offers, albeit nervously. It was nothing more than a welcoming handshake, a coat taken by a greeter, a tour of the estate, so he'd thought.

Yet now, they were tucked away in a private room, half - disrobed, with hands brushing skin. And yet still, when Peter was offered a cure for the sweet tooth he had mentioned early on, he so easily accepted, despite being so unsure of what was to come his way.

Hands were pressed against deep red sheets on either side of the demon, golden eyes watching as he spread chocolate across his chest. His gaze flickered up to Lucifer's face, just for a split second, as if waiting for the go - ahead, but his expression said it all. Go on, lap up what you've admitted you desire.

He moved slowly, hesitantly, first easing himself down to a more comfortable - yet - maneuverable position, then dipping his head to press his tongue against Lucifer's chest. The rich, sweet taste on his tongue was, in reality, no different than if he took a bite from a candy bar; however, whether it was something in the chocolate, or the way he was taking it in, it left an unusually pleasant tingling feeling in his mouth.

Before he could stop himself, Peter's hands left the bedsheets to rest at Lucifer's waist, slowly tracing along his sides as he continued licking the chocolate from his chest.

If he listened closely, Lucifer could be able to hear quiet little moans from Peter's throat, sounding almost like whispers.

#peter ✝ ┅ ◟heaven sent◝ #inbox ✝ ┅ ◟you might be lost◝ #n.sfw.// #hclluvahctel; lucifer #// SORRY this got a little. long. i got wordy dsefrghy #// you do NOT have to worry about matching length. should u want to reply. :3c

[crigil-blog]

GOD SPEAKS TO YOUR LIFE: (9223) Receive my prayer as an offering of incense! To you I lift up my hands as an offering in the evening" (Psalm 142:2). my hands like an evening offering" (Psalm 142:2). There are many different types of prayer, and many different ways to pray. Many think that prayer can only be heard if you are on your knees, but God hears your prayers whether or not you are on your knees, standing, sitting, driving a car or taking a shower. He hears prayers out loud, whispered or completely silent. Some pray out of sheer frustration when they have difficulty completing a task, others when they expect something good to happen, while others pray with passion in the sincere desperation of needing a Savior. God loves for you to talk to Him and is interested in all aspects of your life. He hears prayers such as losing your keys, and He hears your desperate cries for help. But most of all, He loves to hear prayers that are sincere and come from a deep desire to draw closer and closer to Him. It is important to be faithful in your prayer life, but it ceases to be "prayer" if it is done out of habit. Don't make the mistake of thinking that prayer is best saved only for bedtime; at the end of a busy, tired and exhausted day, prayers can end up being babbling, repetitive and meaningless. It is good to pray at bedtime, but also to pray throughout the day, and find that special moment in your schedule each day that you dedicate to God, to really talk to Him, sharing your innermost thoughts, dreams and desires, and don't forget to praise Him! PRAYER OF SALVATION. Lord, I am a sinner. That is why I come before you today, I want to ask for your forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ is Your only Son. That He died for my sins and that You raised Him from the dead. I want Him to come into my heart and take control of my life, from this day forward. In the Name of Jesus, amen". PRAYER FOR OUR SICK BROTHERS: Lord, there are brothers and sisters who are facing various illnesses today.Give them the hope and courage they need today and every day. Heal their pain, calm their fears and surround them with Your peace. In Jesus' name, Amen. ✝ No matter if it seems like your world is in pieces, only God can restore it and make it a thousand times better.

[fuzzydreamin]

13, 19, 30, 31, 45, & 63 for Al & Nora?👀

13. What are some motifs you associate with them? Did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

I rarely start off characters with fully fleshed out aesthetics/themes/motifs. I build them up and then see what crops up as significant or reoccuring on it's own. That said, what I have so far:

✪ Nora: Change and growth, planning and leadership, building family and community, etc. Symbolism like suns, stars, and chess pieces all play into these in some way - as well as showing up in the story more literally (Sun = Sanctuary sign and Nick's bit about the night getting darker post Kellogg, Star = MM general uniform).

Nora also has wardrobe changes that represent changes in her character and growth, with at least 4 significant outfits throughout the story.

✝ Alberta: Al is a bit of a warped mirror to Nora, so their motifs are more stagnant or 'for the worse'. I tend to associate them more with loss (both with death and their own agency), decay, and general loneliness. Their story also has frequent reoccuring themes of Al letting others take advantage of them in some way, knowingly or not.

19. What sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

Neither will stand to watch people treat others poorly for any reason. They won't abide by cruelty or neglect to children either.

A heavy hitter is anyone threatening people they care about, and they will blindly turn to violence if it seems the only way to stop it - even if the person they care about has it coming to them in some way.

30. How do they handle confrontation?

✪ Nora: Diplomacy first. Subterfuge second. Force last. She'll try to give multiple chances for her opponents to back down and settle things with words, even when she's fully backed her enemy into a corner, but she also learns some amount of ruthlessness from letting others burn her for her kindness.

✝ Alberta: Arcs up like a dog. Will use (blunt) words first to try to make the other back down before it comes to blows, but isn't holding back if it does. If it's someone Al refuses to fight she'll usually just run from the situation and sulk about it.

31. Do they respond well to praise? How about criticism?

✪ Nora: Enjoys praise from people whose opinions she cares about (companions mostly) but it isn't needed or that highly desired. Ultimately she will do what she feels she must despite what others might say about it.

✝ Alberta: Has an almost pavlovian response to praise. Desires it so much more than they will ever fully let on. Doesn't take so well to criticism, will bite back and tell the person to shove it.

45. What lies do they tell themselves?

✪ Nora: It's hard to think of a specific one. I suppose her thoughts/reactions to potential changes - in that she spends a lot of time desperately clinging to the vestiges of her life before the war and hoping to bring some of it back, and believing that many of the changes she does go through make her a worse person.

✝ Alberta: That the Brotherhood aren't that bad... A lot of other stuff that's harder to just lay out here.

63. What’s a meme or tiktok or vine (or whatever) that you associate with them?

I don't really save memes for them and I'm really bad at recalling this kind of thing, so...

✪ Nora: "Two shots of vodka."

✝ Alberta: "Not all those who wander are lost... but I sure as hell am."

#thanks for the ask💖 #fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"THE NEOS HAD A STATED DESIRE TO BE THE FASTEST BAND AROUND, AND THIS RELEASE DOCUMENTS THEIR SUCCESS..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the "Hassibah Get the Martian Brain Squeeze" 14-song 7" EP by Victoria, British Columbia proto-fastcore/hardcore punk band, NEOS, self-released under the band's own label, Alandhiscar Records in 1982. Only 500 copies of the original Canadian pressing were ever made.

7 INCH OVERVIEW: "Little known but classic hardcore record from the Victoria, British Columbia hardcore punk scene of the early '80s. The NEOS had a stated desire to be the fastest band around, and this release documents their success in this quest. The stream of conciousness raving is on the bands label Alandhiscar Records (shortened to AL records on the sleeve) and was released in 1982. The music is fast, manic, weird, beautiful. The lyric sheets (there are 3 of them) include instructions on how to play guitar, explanation of the Martian Brain Squeeze, diatribes, and even the printed music and drum parts to all of their songs."

-- MUSEUM OF CANADIAN MUSIC (MOCM)

MRR REVIEW: "An amazing, original, manic, tight, intelligent (and I could go on and on) release. And I thought their first EP was great. This one puts that one to shame. There may not be too many of these, as they’re financing it themselves, so buy as soon as you see it. Oh yeah, it’s got fourteen songs."

-- MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL (80s hardcore/punk fanzine)

REVIEWER: Tim Yohannan✝

LABEL: Alandhiscar

ISSUE: MRR #4 • January/February 1983

Sources: www.maximumrocknroll.com/band/the-neos, https://citizenfreak.com/titles/293463-neos-hassibah-gets-the-martian-brain-squeeze, & Picuki.

#NEOS #NEOS band #Canadianhardcore #80spunk #Proto-fastcore #PunkVinyl #MaximumRocknroll #80shardcore #1980s #Vinyl #7inchVinyl #7inches #Victoria British Columbia #Punkrock #Canadianhardcorepunk #BritishColumbia #HassibahGetstheMartianBrainSqueeze #HassibahGetstheMartianBrainSqueezeEP #Hardcorepunk #Canadianpunk #7inch

[salvatoraesarc]

                                       𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬.

origins + family.

full name:  stefan antonio salvatore.

date of birth:  november 1st, 1846.

age: 17 ( physically )  + 171+  ( biological )

social class:  wealthy.

parents: giuseppe + lilian salvatore.  ( ✝ )

siblings:  damon salvatore : elder brother.

physical + appearance. 

height:  5′11.

weight:  170 - 180lbs.

distinguishing features:  a freckle under his eye.

hair color:  light brown.

eye color:  forest green.

what do they consider their best feature?:  he would probably say his hair or his eyes.

style of dress/typical outfit(s):  he dresses casually,  jeans, boots, flannels or plain t-shirts, leather jackets or hoodies. 

jewelry? tattoos? piercings?:  he wears his daylight ring everyday & has one tattoo on his upper arm / shoulder of a rose, no piercings.

do they work out/exercise?:  sometimes he exercises to curve the cravings.

belief +  intellect. 

level of self esteem:  low usually,  but it depends on the era ?

known languages: english, italian, french & spanish.

gifts/talents: he’s a pretty good writer & very good with cars.

how do they deal with stress?  he exercises, ignores it until he cracks heh or writes about it.

what do they do when upset?  he writes about it or disappears for a while. sometimes he’ll drink to feel better but not that often.

believe in happy endings:  yes, not usually for himself but for everyone he loves yes.

how do they feel about asking for help?  he’d rather do things by himself cause he’s stubborn that way but if it’s something too major then he’ll ask for help.

optimist or pessimist:  pessimist. 

extrovert or introvert:  introvert for sure.

leader or follower:  can i say neither ?  lol

makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?:  logical if nobody he loves is in danger otherwise he acts on emotion.

spontaneous or planner:  planner, definitely.  

thinker or doer: thinker.

organized or messy: organized.

worrier or carefree:  worrier.

artistic?: not very, no. 

mathematical?:  he knows how to do math but he’s no expert. 

sex + intimacy. 

current marital/relationship/sexual status:  single ( verse dependent ) 

sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret):  bi - sexual,  it’s not a secret nor a question.

views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc):  he’s all for sex but it’s not like a huge deal.  he doesn’t often have one night stands anymore but during his ripper days, that’s all he did. 

ever been in love?:  yes, at least four times. 

do they fall in love easily?:  honestly it depends on the person. 

do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?  oh man, he’d love to be married for sure but with his lifestyle, he’s not sure if it would work out, you know? as for kids, well... he can’t have them but he wanted them.

thoughts on public displays of affection?:  he’s okay with it, he likes holding hands and 

how do they show affection/love to their partner?:  he’s very affectionate, surprisingly. he loves holding hands, kissing & holding his partners.

relationships.

social habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them):  he’s a loner but has some close friends and people he cares about. 

how do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?:  he’s usually kind to people but kind of distant at first. 

argue or avoid conflict?:  90% of the time he’ll avoid it, unless someone  ( damon ) pushes him too far. 

secrets.

dreams: as in when sleeping? he has nightmares a lot post silas throwing him into the quarry.  as in for his life? he just wants the best of the best for his brother & everyone else he loves. also secretly he’d love to be a writer. 

greatest fears:  his loved ones dying,  drowning scares him now, him accidentally losing control & killing someone he loves.

biggest regret:  how much time do you have? 

what he/she/they most wants to change about his/her current life?:  he wants to be able to loosen up more, you know? & obviously, he wants to be able to keep control of his bloodlust.

likes + dislikes.

hobbies:  reading, writing in his journal,  sometimes he cooks too.

indoors or outdoors?: outdoors.

favorite color: forest green &  maroon.

favorite smell:  blood  cinnamon, after rain smell, pine wood.

favorite and least favorite food: he loves most foods, italian is his favorite though.  & i can’t say theres much he won’t eat tbh.

coffee or tea?: coffee.

favorite type of weather:  rainy & cool or sunny but not too hot.

favorite form of entertainment:  movies or books.

how do they feel about traveling?: he loves traveling, has always loved it. 

what sort of gifts do they like?  sentimental, ones from the heart.

drugs + alcohol. 

thoughts on drugs and alcohol:  he drinks sometimes but he doesn’t do drugs at all, doesn’t really care if other people do, it’s their business.

do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?  he used to smoke back in the 60′s / 70′s but he doesn’t anymore.

have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences):  of course he’s tried them before but they didn’t do much considering he’s a vampire.

do they have any addictions?:  just blood.

other details.

most important/defining event in life to date:  turning into a vampire, 100% 

daily routine:  if nothing is going on in lil ole mystic falls, he just wakes up, gets some coffee, & writes in his journal for a bit. then he’ll go out to the woods & feed.

typical saturday night:  if he has a partner, date night. if not, then he’s probably just at home relaxing or doing whatever caroline has dragged him to.

what is home like (messy, neat, sparse):  enormous ?? lmao & spacious, has a lot of old victorian-esque furniture. 

pets?: if not, do they want any?:  yes !! he adopted a black cat named midnight :’) & in a private verse him & caroline are co-parents to a golden retriever puppy named pooh bear !!!

can they hold their breath for a long time?:  ....yes, unfortunately he learned that the hard way.

do they know how to swim?  yes, he does, pretty well.

can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: yes, he cook really really well & he absolutely loves it, it soothes him. 

#❛ ⋄ * 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄. › introspection. #❛ ⋄ * 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍. › dash games. #you guys can steal this if you want ! #i found it in the tags <3 #long post /

[justximagines]

Warning: g!p; teasing; foreplay; spanking; mentions of angels and demons; mentions of blood

Genre: fluff; smutt (heavy)

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Loneliness

A little imagine

demon wendy x female reader

Summary: After your wealthy family kicked you out and your best friend left you sleeping on the streets, your life was filled by this lonesome feeling. Until you met her.

2011

Your eighteenth birthday was right around the corner but, unlike most teenagers, you had hoped you wouldn't have lived long enough to see it happen. Now that you were becoming a young adult, your parents only became more controlling over your life.

You had just gotten home from school, it was around half past eight, the sun was long gone and the moon lighted the sky. You were exhausted, with no will to eat or shower whatsoever, all you wanted was to collapse in your bed and drift off to sleep after the long, tiring day at school. Classes had ended at four in the afternoon but you had your after-school activity until seven. Dance club.

Kicking off your shoes and changing into your flippers, you were ready to head straight to your bedroom but your mother had different plans.

❝Miss Lee, your mother wishes to see you in your father's office.❞ one of your family's many maids said with a bow and you sighed before flashing her a friendly smile.

❝Thank you for letting me know, miss Ji.❞ you bowed before dragging yourself towards your father's office, knocking before you were told to enter. Pushing the door open, you entered the dimly lit room. ❝Mr. Lee. Mrs. Yoo.❞ you bowed, your backpack in hands, as your father sat at his desk with a disgusted look on his face and your mother stood by his side, her hand on his shoulder.

Yes. You were extremely forbidden of calling them mother or father and the only acceptable way of calling them would be formally, as if they weren't your parents at all.

You hated it.

❝Where were you?❞ he coldly asked, not bothering to face you as his eyes continuously scanned the paper set on his desk.

❝At the library, Mr. Lee.❞ you quickly lied. You knew well your parents disapproved of the arts and you doing anything related to arts was extremely forbidden so you had been lying for the past two years about your whereabouts.

Your father slammed his hands on the desk as he rose to his feet, startling you as you jumped back in fear, ❝You pesky little liar.❞ he hissed through gritted teeth as he furiously stalked towards you and you dared not to make a single movement knowing it would only make things worse for you. Soon, your eyes filled with tears as his heavy hand slapped you across the face. ❝As of today, you are no longer my daughter. I want you out of my house by the end of the night.❞

❝You never once treated me like your daughter!❞ you cried out before running out of the office and packing your clothes and belongings into a suitcase, loud sobs escaping your lips as you tried to figure out where to go.

❝Eomma! Appa!❞ you heard your older sister's voice echoing through the hallway right outside your door. You couldn't help the involuntarily roll of eyes as you closed your suitcase, wiping away your tears and stuffing your iPad, wallet, chargers and essentials into your backpack before putting it on and grabbing your warmest jacket.

You changed into your sneakers once you got to the front door, grabbing your car keys and rushing out of the house, not wanting to see them.

❝Dear, you're home!❞ you heard your mother's voice before you could close the door, making you turn your head to see her embrace your older sister and you felt the tears threatening to escape once again so you rushed out and once next to your car, you stuffed the suitcase into the trunk and entered the car, driving away to god knows where.

As you eventually decided to park, you dialed your best friend's number with soft sniffles escaping.

❝Yuna... H–Hi.❞ you sniffled out, ❝Could I stay the night there today?❞

❝Sorry. He's staying over tonight. Talk to you tomorrow.❞ she said, hanging up the phone before you could even tell her what had happened.

You broke down crying, you had only enough money with you for the rest of the week to feed yourself.

How were you supposed to live after that?

It was only getting darker, there was no one around, no sign of life so you sighed, moving to the backseat of your car and laid down trying to get some sleep. For once you were glad you had bought a car with tinted windows.

Morning came and your alarm went off. You carefully sat yourself up on the backseat of your car and rubbed the sleep off your eyes. It was no later that half past six in the morning. You stepped out of the car once you made sure there was no sign of life whatsoever and opened your suitcase, picking an outfit for the day before hopping back inside the car. You struggled to change in such tight space but you finally managed. You fuxed your hair, brushing it and allowing your long brunette locks to fall over your breasts.

You moved to the driver's seat, checking yourself in the mirror. With a soft sigh, you drove to your school, parking and stepping out with your backpack and rushed towards the nearest, empty restroom to wash your face and take care of your skin before you went back to your car and took out whatever you had that wasn't for school before locking your car and walking to your locker.

❝Heyo!❞ your best friend exclaimed out stalking in your direction but instead of greeting her like you usually do, you closed your locker and walked away from her. ❝Yah! Stop!❞ she ran after you. She was taller so reaching you didn't take long and she grabbed your arm but you jerked it away, not saying a single word. ❝Seriously? The fuck is wrong with you?❞

❝Just go collect your boyfriend and leave me alone.❞ you retorted once she turned you to her. Although your tone was cold, your eyes showed nothing but hurt.

❝You know what fine. But don't talk to me ever again.❞ she stated and started making her way back to find her boyfriend.

❝Were you ever my friend? You left me sleeping on the streets and didn't even care.❞ you yelled out, making sure she heard you before storming away as she froze in place turning to face you but you were already long gone.

You stormed your way into the classroom, sitting at the desk in the back, at the corner of the room pulling out your notebook and pencil case. You focused on your class, allowing it to distract both your brain and your heart from the mess that your life was.

As the end of the day came, you sighed rushing to the library and sitting at the very first computer you could find unoccupied. You struggled at first but after a few long minutes you had finished your curriculum vitae and rushed out to get to dance club, to which you were already running late.

❝Mianhae(sorry)!❞ you bowed a few times in apology as you rushed to your position.

❝Y/N, you know practice is crucial, you can't be late. We have a presentation in a few weeks. It is important you arrive on time.❞ the leader scolded and you nodded, apologizing once again to her before you turned to apologize to the rest of the students.

❝It won't happen again, I promise.❞ you quickly said before everyone started from the beginning and so did you.

As soon as dance practice was over, you drove around from place to place to hand over your CV in hopes of getting at least a part-time job to feed yourself.

❝Jagi, hurry! We're gonna be late!❞ you cried out at the front door, sliding your feet into the beautiful white heels while your hands held two fistfuls of your matching white, designer dress, careful enough not to wrinkle it as you pulled it up.

❝I’m coming, I'm coming!❞ she shouted from the other side of your shared penthouse. You could hear the loud thuds of her feet rushing to the front door to meet you.

❝Why do you insist so much on doing these things by yourself?❞ you asked her, fixing the shoulder straps of her equally beautiful dress before placing your hand on the small of her back as soon as she stopped by your side and pressed a light yet tender kiss to her cheek.

Ah, your wife. Oh, how head over heels you were for her. But it hadn't always been like that.

It had already been a year since your parents kicked you out of the family and you still hadn't found a job. You had lost your car to get some money for food so you carried your backpack and suitcase around, with nowhere to sleep.

You sat at a bus station when a slender figure seemed to make it's way towards you. You quickly reached for the sharpest think you carried with you and pointed it at whomever it was only to hear a laughter that made you shudder and your entire body tense at the atmosphere settled with it.

❝W–Who are you?❞ the fear was obvious in your voice but you couldn't help it. That's when the slender figure finally revealed itself from the shadows, stepping into the dim light of the streetlight hovering over your heads. You sighed in relief as you saw a female instead of a man. But perhaps you had sighed too soon.

❝My name does not matter for now. I have a deal you might not be able to refuse.❞ she stated, making you raise a brow. It is true her beauty had caught your breath in your throat with her pale skin and beautiful white blonde locks of hair that barely reached her breasts.

❝A.. deal?❞ you asked after a brief moment of silence and she nodded, taking the spot besides you on the bus station.

❝Sell me your soul and I'll make you the best, worldwide renowned dancer.❞ her voice was distorted as she didn't seem to try to hide her true self any more but you couldn't help the laughter that escaped your lips. You had been an atheist your whole life, you didn't believe in heaven nor hell.

❝Pfft. That was funny. Now for real, what's the deal?❞ you said but the way her eyes fixated on your made every hair in your body stand up before your eyes widened at the beautiful brown irises of hers were replaced with pure black hues. ❝H–Hell is real!?❞ your shocked question made the demon chuckle with a nod.

❝Oh yes, extremely real.❞

❝Shouldn’t I have summoned you then? Isn't that how it works?❞ you asked in confusion, you had never once tried to summon a demon but your best friend had been pestering you to help her with it in the past, before you had cut ties with her.

She merely shook her head in disagreement, ❝Just like people have a guardian angel, there's always a demon keeping an eye on you.❞

❝Guardian angel my ass. If I had one I wouldn't be living in the streets. That incompetent angel ain't no guardian.❞ you rolled your eyes and the corner of her lips twitched up into a smirk.

❝Let me help you.❞ she spoke, her dark and heavy gaze fixated on yours, ❝I promise you won't regret this.❞

❝You know what? Fine. As long as you get me off the streets.❞ you stated and she held her hand out asking for yours. As you placed your hand in hers, your palm facing upwards, her long, sharp nails slashed your soft skin open twice making you yelp in pain as blood gushed from the wound. She took your hand back into hers before her other hand pressed its palm against yours and a burning feeling against your sliced skin made you whimper.

As she released your hand, the would had suddenly became a scar in the shape of an X. You had been marked. But only someone who had made a deal with the devil would know the meaning of your healed injury.

❝We will meet again, Y/N.❞ and with that, she disappeared into the shadows.

❝Hm? Huh?❞ you were brought back to the present by your wife as she tapped your shoulder.

❝We're here, silly.❞ she chuckled, pecking your cheek before stepping out of the car as you did as well, walking over to your side. You took her hand and she intertwined your fingers before you entered the tall, luxurious building and a worker led you to your table.

Your wife sat on one end of the table as you sat beside her. On your other side sat Seulgi accompanied by her stunning wife, Irene, Taemin and Momo who had come solo and at last but not least, Yeji and her beautiful wife Ryujin. This wasn't the first time you met them. Taemin, Momo, Seulgi and Yeji were just as renowned dancers as you and you had been paired quite a few times. Whether it was for dances or simply sitting at the same table.

Throughout the award show, you either leaned in towards your wife to whisper sweet nothings into her ear or simply lay your head on her shoulder or you would quietly chat with everyone.

❝And the award for the World's Best Dancer of the Decade goes to...❞ she paused, slowly opening the golden envelope in her hands and pulling the card out reading the name to herself, ❝Do Y/N!❞ she finally exclaimed into the microphone.

Everyone rose to their feet clapping their hands as you bowed a few times as a thank you before making your way to the stage after sharing a hug with those at the table with you. You took the award with a bow before stopping in front of the mic stand, your eyes analyzing the crowd in front of you.

❝I would like to start with asking my wife to join me up here.❞ you said, holding your hand out and you could see the link hue suddenly cover her cheeks as she stood up and made her way up to the stage and towards you, taking your hand. You pulled her closer and she latched herself to your side, arms tightly wrapped around your waist as her face immediately buried into the crook of your neck. You smiled, looking down as a failed attempt to have just a small glimpse of her beautiful face. Your free hand was placed at the small of her back as your thumb rubbed little, soothing circles on it and the crowd awed at the sight. ❝I would like to thank my wife for saving me ten years ago when I was living on the streets. I wanna thank her for making this possible and for sticking by my side after everything we've been through. I know I can be a lot to handle but she never once lost her patience with me and she was always very caring. Always there to make sure I don't overwork myself to exhaustion. Always bringing me food when I'm in practice.❞ you involuntarily pulled her closer to you. ❝I also wanna thank the staff working with me for putting up with my stubbornness. A huge thank you to my fans, your support means the world to me. Thank you for all of your votes. It is truly an honour to have received this award tonight. I couldn't be happier to have been able to share this moment with all of you but specially my wife standing here on this stage with me.❞ you finished before saying a few thank yous and bowing before you led your wife back to your seats, sitting down.

She slapped your arm a few times, huffing and puffing. ❝Why would you do that?❞ she whined, pouting with those puppy dog eyes as she stopped hitting you. It was moments like these that made you fall head over heels for her. Moments when you knew she shared the same human emotions as you did.

❝Because.❞ was all you answered before leaning in and pecking her cheek before whispering in heer ear, ❝You looked too beautiful to leave you there on your own.❞ you teased.

She rolled her eyes at you, shaking her head beforee she hispered in your ear, ❝I'm so proud of you.❞ she stated and you knew exactly what those words meant, leaving you anxious to go home.

It had finally came to an end and you and your wife bid your goodbyes before heading to the black limousine awaiting to take you home. It was a twenty minutes drive that was driving you insane. Speacially when your wife's hand slid under your dress through the opening on your leg, suggestively rubbing circles on your inner tight, a little too close to your core. And you knew exactly what she was doing but you dared not to stop her.

There you were, standing n the middle of the stage as you bowed over and over thanking the applauding crown in front of you. In that moment, you forgot about everything else, including the deal you had made wth the devil over a year ago on that bus station. You stepped out of the stage only to be congratulated by your manager and best friend, Kim Yerim. She was a few years younger than you, being in her early twenties, but no one did a better job at managing your career thn her, she knew exactly what you wanted and liked and she made sure you would always be comfortable around the staff surrounding you.

❝Let's celebrate today's huge success❞ he exclaimed out excited but your body craved rest. You had nearly killed yourself practicing for tonight's performance so you apologetically smiled at her.

❝Mianhae, Yerimie. I'm not sure how much longer my body cn keep itself functioning.❞ you chuckled softly earning a faux scoff from her, who crossed her arms over her chest, ❝I promise I'll treat you to a celebratory dinner tomorrow.❞

❝Alright, alright.❞ sh chuckled, shaking her head as she unfolded her arms. ❝I'll take you home and let you you rest then. How does that sound?❞

You nodded, ❝Perfect.❞ and with that said you two headed to her car as she drove you home. It was an hour and a half long drive, leaving you drifting on and off of your thoughts.

❝So, when are you getting yourself a girlfriend now that your first big performance was a huge success?❞ Yeri teased and you roled your eyes.

❝Not any time soon.❞ you retorted and soon she was parking the car in front of your small yet cmfortable home. ❝Thank you.❞

She playfully rolled her eyes, ❝Yeah, Yeah. Just don't forget our dinner tomorrow.❞ she chuckled.

❝Never.❞ you chuckled as you rose your hand to your chest before she took off as you bid your goodbyes and you headed inside. You kicked yoru heels off, sliding your tired feet into your comfortable slippers not bothering to turn on the lights as you headed straight to your room, ready to get off the dress and collapse in your bed. Until a voice echoed through the house.

❝Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... How nice it is seeing you again.❞ the familiarity in that voice made your body tense as you stopped on your tracks. Every hair in your body had raised. You could feel the temperature of your body rise as sweat began to cover your smooth skin.

❝A-Already?❞ you nervously stated out looking around in the pith black darkness.

❝Oh no, dear. Not yet.❞ she stated with a distorted laughter befalling her lips.

❝Then why are you here..?❞ you asked, your oice trembled with fear as you heard the thuds of her feet hitting the floorboards as she stalked towards you, her long nails dragging along your jawline careful enough not to draw blood from your precious soft, human skin.

❝I've come to speak to you. I see you've bought yourself a home, however, why would you opt for a place like this when you can afford much better things?❞ she asked, her voice distorted making you shudder as the nail of her index pressed below your chin, lifting you head up to face her. You could barely see her features due to the darkness surrounding you but she coul see you just perfectly.

❝I don't need more.❞ you stated sure of yourself.

❝Your parents were so desperate when they went bankrupt. Their greed scared even my father who they sold their soul to. Oh but you, you were so small back then and never once did Ithink they'd mistreat a daughter like that. I had never seen my father that bothered.❞ she started off and your eyes widened.

❝W-What?❞

❝We're demons, but family is a very important thing to us. We might not understand human emotions but we are not fully emotionless. We punish those who deserve to be punished..❞ her voice was soft, making your body somehow relax to her heavy presence. ❝Anyways... Let your desire and greed you take you higher. Let it lead you to great success. Sin as you have already been condemned.❞

You stood there, blinking rapidly for a brief moment. ❝I will never become like my parents. All I wanted was a roof over my head and food doing what I love the most.❞ you retorted, you had never been more sure of yourself.

❝And that is exactly why you should climb higher in the ladder of success. Get yourself the most beautiful things in this world and give them a tste of their own venom when they lose their money. Because it will happen.❞ she said, leaning closer to you and you could feeel the hot breath of hers brush against your lips before she pressed hers against yours. Savouring your lips for an instant. You dared not to reciprocate the kiss, you wanted to push her off of you but your body had becomee motionless as her hand gripped your hips and her nail held your chin up. ❝I'll be seeing you again.❞ she stated, licking her lips as she pulled away and just like that she vanished into thin air.

❝What a bitch.❞ you grumbled, your body had seemingly regain its energy duee to heer presence so you headed into the shower allowing the cold water to wash off the sweat from your bare skin.

❝How dare she kiss me like that? As if I'd ever kiss her back.❞ you scoffed, washing your hair. ❝Just because she's the devil, what right does it give her? I sold my soul, until then this body is mine and I decide whoever gets to touch it.❞ you continued to mutter and grumble as you put on your pajamas before collapsing into the soft fabric on her bed before drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

You hated her.

It had already been nearly another year since your last encounter with her and your success had only escalated. You haad just gotten home from your celebrtory dinner with the staff and your best friend after your yet biggest performance of the year.

❝Welcome home, Y/N.❞ the same distorted voice spoke the second you slid the door open, making you immediately turn on the lights and shut the door close as you kicked off your high heels and put on your slippers. Her preesence, somehow, didn't seem to bother you anymore, amazing the devil.

❝Is it time? What do you want now? Another kiss? Cause that won't happen.❞ you asked as you walked past her.

❝I'm here to make you a deal.❞ she stated making you turn around to face her.

❝Does it involve slicing my hand again? If so, forget about it.❞ you stated and she chuckled, shaking her head in denial. ❝Alright then, proceed.❞

❝Let me see the human world with you.❞ she so bluntly said, making your eyes widen in surprise as she seemed to be asking for permission before you scoffed.

❝And how is that supposed to work?❞ you asked as your arms folded perfectly across your chest.

❝I'll be your girlfriend from now on.❞ her answer made you burst out laughing.

❝I'm afraid you don't get a saying n this matter, honey. You're mine since the day you made a deal with me.❞ she chuckled and for a moment you stumbled backwards losing your balance. She was quick to catch you but the contact of her flamming hot skin burnt the bare skin of your arms making you yelp in pain.

❝OUCH, OUCH, OUCH! Aish... If you're gonna be living as a human you better as well control your body's temperature.❞ you hissed, checking the small burns on your skin. Her hand hovered over your burnt skin and as soon as she pulled it away, the burns were gone as if it had never been there.

❝How the– Right... You're the devil.❞ you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

❝I'm not the devil. That's my father, the king of Hell.❞ her honest answer made you let out a sarcastic chuckle.

❝Right, not the devil. Just the devil's daughter.❞ you began to walk away and she let you, making herself at home. ❝Why would you want to see the world anyways?❞

❝I haven't seen the world in over centuries. I've been forbidden to come to the surface unless I was collecting souls ever since one of your kind killed one of our own.❞ she shrugged and you looked at her.

❝Right. Cause a human would totally manage to kill a demon.❞ you laughed.

❝We're not that hard to kill... And a human found out how to get rid of us centuries ago and summoned a demon to kill it. He intended to get rid of us all so we had to get rid of him.❞ she said, her voice suddenly soft.

❝Wait.. you're actually not joking? I could kill you right now if I wanted to?❞ you expected her to shake her head no but instead the devil’s daughter nodded. Your eyes widened in surprise at her absolute honesty.

❝I don't want to talk about this...❞ you watched her sway her hips as she walked to the couch, sitting down as she made herself at home. ❝You wouldn't really kill me, right..?❞ she seemed.. afraid. She had trusted you with information no other human had knowledge of for their own safety.

❝We'll see how this girlfriend thing goes. Then I'll give you an answer.❞ she didn't really like your answer but nodded. ❝Since I have no choice but to agree with this nonsense, I have a few rules to set.❞ you stated watching her head tilt to the side, ❝There will be no physical affection between us so keep your lips to yourself. Oh. And you'll be sleeping on the couch.❞

❝Geez, you sure are an interesting mundane...❞ she chuckled, nodding her head. ❝I cannot count how many times I've had humans hit on me and trying to get into my pants. But you, you sure are something else.❞

❝I don't like you. You may be hot and all that but visuals aren't everything. Regardless of this stupid country's ideals.❞ you stated about to leave her there.

❝We’re buying a new home.❞ she stated so nonchalantly from the couch, ❝This place won't do.❞

❝Wha— What's wrong with this place?❞ you asked offended.

❝As I've mentioned before, you are worthy of better things. The most beautiful things.❞ she stated and with a snap of her fingers the latest model of the Samsung's phones appeared in her hand while an identical phone yet white, replaced the old one in your hands.

❝Yah! Geez, you sure are greedy.❞

❝It isn't greedy, I simply appreciate the beautiful things in life and beautiful things happen to be the most expensive.❞ she shrugged, ❝So, what kind of house have you ever dreamed of owning?❞

You rolled your eyes, ❝A penthouse.❞ you jokingly spoke only to soon regret such decision as, with a snap of her fingers, she teleported you two as well as all your belongings to the highest, most expensive penthouse located in the heart of Seoul. You found yourself at the front door, mouth agape as you stared at the spacious entrance of your new home. ❝I wasn't for real!❞

❝Well, for real or not. This place is officially under our name.❞ she shrugged as if it was no big deal whatsoever. The house was black and white themed with gold details such as the stairs’ rail to the picture frames adorning the walls.

❝Wait. If you're gonna be my girlfriend, shouldn't I know your name? How am I supposed to call you?❞ you asked, turning to her.

❝Son Seungwan.❞ she quickly answered, ❝But I prefer Wedny.❞

❝Is that your real name? Son Seungwan?❞ you asked out of curiosity and she nodded. ❝Is that your original form?❞ your question caught her off guard but she didn't hesitate to answer.

❝No. This is my human form.❞ she said with such sincerity it lured you.

❝Can I see it? Your real form that is?❞ you bluntly asked, surprised with yourself.

❝Not yet. Maybe someday.❞ she spoke, hesitating at first. You nodded your head. ❝If I show you now.. it might scare you to death.❞

You nodded once again before you left her at the entrance, exploring the penthouse. She quietly followed behind you, her arms crossed as she watched your every reaction. Your fingers would trace the gold adorns on the walls and surfaces before you entered the spacious kitchen, your fingers tracing the white and gold marble counters.

Now that you had it, you didn't want to go back to that small place. You could feel your greed grow and so could she, feeding off of it.

❝Welcome home, Miss Lee. Miss Son.❞ an elder woman spoke with a bow. Her hair was greyish, stating her already old age. She was wearing a knee high black dress with a white apron and her grey hair tied into a bun leaving you no doubt that she was a maid of yours.

❝You– I–❞ she chuckled at your adorable reaction.

❝Thank you, Mrs Hwang. Could you tell the other maids to give us some privacy, please?❞ she requested, offering the woman a warm smile. She was good at this whole pretending thing. The elder nodded, excusing herself with a bow before walking away.

❝Let me show you around.❞ she stated, holding out her hand for you to take it but you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you walked past her. She let out a sigh, almost as if saddened. If you didn't know better you'd say she was hurt by your actions. ❝Or I guess you'll find it yourself...❞ she mumbled to herself, walking to the living room as she allowed you to explore on your own, sitting on the couch.

She stared at the black screen of your huge TV hanging on the wall, head tilted as she tried to figure out how it worked. Meanwhile, you had entered one of the rooms on the second floor, exploring the penthouse in its entirety. Opening the closet, you found multiple, tidied up clothes. Some of them you knew were yours and others you had never once seen before.

Once you had seen everything, you headed back downstairs only to stop in the middle of the stairs watching as the demon struggling to understand something as simple as turning on the TV. It's patience running thin. You sighed, going down the rest of the stairs and heading to her side as she started to lose her temper. You reached for her wrist as she rose to her feet only to immediately regret it as a sizzling sound was made heard due your skin burning to the touch of her flamming hot skin and you yelped in pain.

She immediately calmed down, widening her eyes as she reached for your wrist to pull your hand up, ❝미안해!❞ she cried out, worry written all over her dark eyes and you couldn't help but gaze into them as she looked at your hand, hers hovering over yours for a moment before your hand was fully healed with no scar whatsoever. And you were lost in her eyes, there was something about her that lured you in. Not in a carnal desire but a more intimate need of affection.

She was giving you her time and love, refraining from taking your soul to the depths of Hell and yet you had been nothing but an asshole to her. You were well aware of her demonic origins but you couldn't help but wonder, was she making you her girlfriend simply for her to see the world? Or had she a deeper reason?

No. You must've lost your mind.

❝Y/N..?❞ her voice was so soft as she avoided your gaze, holding your hand in hers. You simply hummed in response, ❝Can I be honest with you..?❞ her tone seemed hesitant but you nodded, ❝I know I said wanting to see the world was the reason to make you my girlfriend... And it is part of the reason but.. that's not just it...❞

You stood there in complete silence, she looked so.. vulnerable somehow. So you broke your own rules as your hands grabbed her jawline to kiss her. She was taken aback, unable to respond to the sudden change in your demeanor until you pulled yourself away, clearing your throat out of nervousness but she grabbed you by the hips, crashing your body against hers as her lips connected with yours again, her tongue gliding across your lips before tasting yours as they danced together. You felt her sharp nails dig into the skin of your hips through the fabric of your dress but you couldn't care less as you wrapped your arms around her neck, your fingers playing with the ends of her locks. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth. Everything was so addicting.

Neithe did you dared to pull away from the heated kiss until your lungs burnt for oxygen, panting breathlessly as you met her gaze.

❝I–I thought you said no physical affection.❞ she breathed out and you rolled your eyes, kissing her again as if to make it obvious those rules were no longer applied. ❝Oh.❞ she smiled from ear to ear as if you had just made her the happiest she'd ever been.

❝We should get some sleep. Or at least I should.❞ you said and she nodded, her hands retracting from your hips and you started walking to your room. But, when she didn't join you, this cold feeling made you shiver and you grumbled going downstairs but she was no longer there so you checked the other room only to find her in her undergarments, trying to understand how clothes worked. You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped your lips regardless of your blushed cheeks from the beautiful sight in front of you.

In a jolt, she turned to face you, ❝Yah! Don't laugh!❞ she pouted with.. were those puppy dog eyes!? Oh, this woman knew exactly how to make you weak.

You sighed, walking up to her and taking the pajamas from her hands only to dress her yourself as if you were dressing a small child. ❝There you go.❞ you offered her a smile, starting to walk out of the room until you realized she wasn't following you. ❝Yah! Come join me.❞ you grumbled with crossed your arms as if it was obvious before holding your hand out for her.

She hesitated at first, only to happily skip towards you, taking your hand making you chuckle.

❝I wasn't aware demons could be so childish.❞ you teased, leading her to your room. Truth is, she wasn't like every other demon. She cared. Sure she could be cruel. She could kill. But she'd always protect those she feels close to.

❝Yah! I'll take your soul straight to Hell!❞ she grumbled only to pout. Something you'd soon learn she does a lot. You chuckled and gave her cheek a soft peck before you let go of her hand and crawled into bed, tapping the empty side for her to get in. She quickly did so and you snuggled into her. You'd never admit it but you enjoyed cuddles a little more than you should, perhaps it had been the lack of love and affection growing up or maybe you were just weird but you didn't care. You snuggled into her, burying your face into her chest like an infant, her arms wrapped around you while her hands rubbed soothing circles on the small of your back.

You quickly drifted off to sleep in her arms, who watched you peacefully sleep through the night until morning came and you awoke to an empty bed pouting to yourself as you sat up, rubbing the sleep off your eyes. Swaying your legs to the side, you brought yourself up to your feet before dragging yourself out of the room to look for her still half asleep.

Had it all been a dream?

❝Babyyy.❞ you whined, following the smell of something burning. Your eyes half shut, still adjusting to the bright lights as you whined again. ❝Babyyy, where are you?❞

Had you woken up fully and you would have never addressed her that way but you had no idea what you were doing whatsoever, all you craved was her safe embrace. And you finally found her in the kitchen, unaware of her doings you stumbled up to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and allowed your head to rest against her back.

❝Mrs Hwang!❞ the demon cried out before the fire spread any further, sighing in defeat as the maid quickly extinguished the fire and was about to throw out the food.

❝No! I'll eat it anyway.❞ you sleepily mumbled making everyone's eyes widen. ❝She tried her best for me so I should at least take a bite.❞ you stated groggily.

❝Yah! You can't eat that!❞ she quickly grabbed your wrist as you reached for the burnt pancake on the hot pan. ❝Nor can you grab it like that! Are you out of your mind? You could've gotten hurt!❞ she scolded, turning around to face you checking your hand just to make sure you hadn't touched the pan before she stopped you. ❝You may throw that out, please. And make her something to eat.❞

❝What about you, miss? You must be hungry.❞ the maid questioned and she simply shook her head with a smile.

❝I am quite alright. I don't really have much of an appetite in the morning.❞ she lied and the maid nodded softly as your girlfriend led you to the dining table.

❝Wait, when did I get here?❞ you asked, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

❝So.. baby huh?❞ she teased you and you could feel your cheeks feverish, becoming tainted by a pink hue.

❝Shut. Up. I was sleepy.❞ you grumbled crossing your arms.

❝Mhm. Sure, you were dear.❞ she chuckled reaching over the table to grab your hand. You liked this odd feeling of safety she gave you. Even though her presence had been heavy at first, you learnt that demons aren't all that evil like people portrayed them in the books. They cared for people regardless of their greed. Or at least, she was like that. Perhaps it wasn't like that down there, perhaps they are evil, burning souls for an eternity. But you got lucky to meet her. You felt this strange sense of gratefulness for having given your soul to her. Even if at the time you were simply desperate for a way out of the streets.

❝We can't tell anyone...❞ you suddenly blurted out and her whole smile seemed gone at once. ❝Wait, no. It's not like that Wendy-ssi!❞ you quickly exclaimed, holding her hand with both of yours. ❝If people find out we're living together and not married.. my career will be over.❞

❝Oh– Your world has one too many rules.❞ she huffed in disappointment, shaking her head as her eyes adverted from yours to your joined hands and a small smile formed again upon her lips.

❝Don't I know...❞ you sighed when the maid brought you your food. You sat up properly, holding onto the demon’s hand with one of yours while the other collected the utensils to eat the kimbap now set in front of you. As soon as you took a bite, you watched your girlfriend's face twitch as if the food looked bad making you chuckle. ❝What? You never tried and you're giving the food such a disgusted look?❞ you teased and her eyes widened.

❝Yah! You know I don't eat human food.❞ she grumbled giving you the pout.

❝But can you try it? Or will it harm you?❞ you curiously asked, looking up at her with concern.

❝No idea. I've never tested to see how it goes. But I can try it now.❞ she said with a shrug and you widened your eyes, pulling your food closer to you. Not for a selfish reason but perhaps because you cared for her wellbeing. And if something was to happen, you knew nothing on how to save a demon from vanishing.

❝Yah! Are you stupid? There is no way I'm letting you try human food if there are chances you can just, dissipate into thin air!❞ you angrily scolded, slapping the hand that tried to grab some. And there it was once again, the same pout as she rubbed her hand. You sighed and stood up walking over to her to sit on her lap, ❝If something was to happen, what was I supposed to do? I can't and do not have the means to save your dumb ass.❞

❝But if something did happen, you'd get rid of me and no one would own your soul anymore.❞ she said with a frown, confused as to why you seemed to suddenly care so much for her wellbeing.

❝Yah! Pabo-ya! Don't you think I would've already gotten rid of you if I wanted to?❞ you grumbled slapping her shoulder at her ridiculous words. They weren't ridiculous, not for other humans, but for you? Getting rid of her would only cause you heartache but you'd never admit to that.

❝Aish.. stop hitting me!❞ she rubbed her shoulder with a grumble, you sighed in defeat taking her hand and giving her shoulder soft pecks as an apology.

❝Don't you ever say ridiculous shit like that.❞ you spoke once you rose to your feet and were about to walk back to your sit but she pulled you by the hand, making you stumble and fall back onto her lap.

❝Stay...❞ her voice was tender as she swung her finger and your food moved across the table to you. Your eyes met hers for a long precious moment, the corners of her lips twitching upwards as you didn't seem to fight her desire to hold you. And you didn't you turned to face your food and quickly finish it making her giggle. ❝Is it that good?❞

❝Mhm!❞ it came out muffled since you spoke with your mouth full and she shook her head.

❝Aish... No manners.❞ she teased with a chuckle before you swallowed your last bite and turned to her.

❝So.. I have a press in two weeks...❞ you started making her tilt her head as to why you seemed suddenly nervous, ❝I was thinking... Maybe we could...❞ you sighed, nervous fidgeting with your fingers. ❝Aish... Wait... Let me start again.❞ you stated before you took a deep breath. ❝Marry me.❞ you blurted out and her eyes widened at your sudden words.

❝Omo... Y/N... Are you sure that's what you want?❞ she asked softly, her eyes bore into yours with a glint of hope.

❝I–If you don't want to we don't have to.. I just thought – Nevermind...❞ you stuttered out, raising to your feet immediately and rushing out of there.

Rushing into the bathroom, you locked the door behind you smacking your forehead over and over again, ❝Aish.. Y/N how could you be that stupid. Of course she doesn't want to marry you. You're a mere hu—❞ you were grumbling to your reflection in the wide mirror on the wall when a soft knock on the door interrupted you.

❝Let me in, please...❞ her voice trembled, was she crying? No, it couldn't be. She's the devil's daughter. ❝Y/N...❞ she knocked again and you could feel the tears immediately swarming your eyes, staining your cheeks as they rolled down.

❝Go away...❞ your voice was weak as you sat on the tiled floor.

❝I can't do that...❞ she sighed, snapping her fingers to get herself inside the bathroom. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight of you crying on the floor. ❝Wha– Why are you crying..?❞

She quickly squatted down to wrap her arms around you only making you sob harder, ❝I shouldn't have said that...❞

❝Woah, shhh. I didn't say I didn't want to.❞ she rubbed soothing circles on your back and you lifted your head to look at her, ❝I just wanted to make sure you weren't rushing just so people wouldn't judge you.❞ she softly explained, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You shook your head, ❝I just wanted to be able to tell the world that I'm not available... But I can't do that...❞

❝Won't you regret marrying me in such a rush? Won't you resent me for it?❞ she asked, looking down at you with a concerned look on her face.

❝I could never... I just want you...❞ you let out through soft sniffles, admitting to your truth, ❝I–I think I'm in love with you...❞

Her eyes widened as she froze, she knew it would happen eventually but she had never expected it to be this soon. ❝Then let's get married.❞ she stated, pulling you up with her before wiping the tears away.

❝Y-You want to?❞ you stuttered out, looking up at her.

❝Of course I want to.❞ she didn't hesitate for a second, her answer was almost as if at the tip of her tongue. And it was. She wanted to marry you just as much as you wanted to marry her. Perhaps for different reason or merely because she didn't understand what she felt towards you.

As the car came to a stop, you immediately rushed out of it waiting for your wife to do the same but instead she thanked the driver and slowly yet, with such grace, exited the limousine. You yanked her to you, hungrily pressing you lips to hers who responded to your kiss immediately, her hands falling upon your hips as she led you to the entrance, never really parting your lips.

In that moment, you couldn't care less if your neighbours saw you basically eating each other's faces off on your way to the elevator that'd take you to your penthouse. And neither could your wife who so desperately pressed the key card to call the elevator.

It was a long way up to your house on the 230th floor, there wasn't any floor above yours and the elevator was empty although it was of glass, letting you enjoy the beautiful view of the city lights of Seoul. Well, in other occasions of course, because in this occasion the only thing you absorbed was your wife's saliva. The elevator finally came to a stop and you two stepped out, panting for oxygen as your lungs desperately begged for it. She took your hand and rushed the both of you to the front door of your penthouse, entering and kicking your heels off as the maid closed the door behind you.

You quickly got rid of your jacket as well as your wife's, handing them to the maids before Seungwan spoke in her authoritive tone, ❝Do not bother us.❞ before leading you up the stairs between giggles and heated kisses until you entered your private quarters and before you know it she had you pinned against the silk fabric of your bed.

Her lips quickly assaulted your exposed neck as her hands slid down the thin straps on your shoulders from the white dress you were at the gala, biting and sucking at your pulse point making an anticipated moan befall your lips. Your hands reached behind her back to unzip the beautiful dress that hugged her figure so perfectly.

❝So beautiful...❞ you heard her raspy whisper as her hot breath brushed against your skin before you felt her nibble and bite at your earlobe. Your legs wrapped around her waist to pull her body closer, and perhaps for some friction as your core pulsed from anticipation.

❝Please...❞ you begged as her mouth continuosly assaulted your collarbone seemingly ignoring your desperate pleas as she marked her territory. Her hands finally rid you completely off the dress you wore before her lips travelled down to your chest and she latched to your nipple allowing her tongue to flicker with it here and there as she sucked in it while her free hand grabbed your breast and trapped the nipple between her index and middle finger. You bit harshly on your lower lip as an attempt to suppress your moans, ❝Baby...❞ you whined and she released the nipple trapped between her perfectly white teeth with a pop.

Sitting herself between your legs, smirking down at you. Her hands reached for your inner thighs, rubbing circles on them having her hand brush gently against your sensitive skin through the fabric of your panties and you whimpered. ❝Tell me, baby...❞ she pressed her thumb to your covered clit and you bit harder on your lower lip, ❝What is it that you need?❞

❝Y-You...❞ your voice low, barely audible as you tried your best to hold in your moans but your answer seemed to satisfy the devil between your legs, at least for the moment, as her digits travelled up to the waistband of your white laced panties.

Taking her sweet time to drag them down, she spoke again ❝What is it that you want me to do to you, princess?❞she trailed off until your undergarment were completely off your smooth legs and threw them somewhere to the side.

And just as your mouth opened to answer her question, she dove right between your legs and her tongue teased your entrance making you let out a moan in anticipation instead. She smirked devilishly at the sound, having received exactly what she wanted before she gave your needy cunt one long lick before she pulled away just enough to look up at you, the warmth feeling of her breath brushing against the sensitive skin between your thighs nearly sending you over the edge as you bit down on your lower lip.

❝Seungwan... Please...❞ you let out a desperate plea, hoping it'd make the devil between your legs give in. Oh but how wrong you were. Her pleas only made her want to tease you more, enjoying it every time you squirmed at her gentle touches wanting more of her. Her index and middle finger pressed against your clit, the cold touch sent shivers down your spine as a whimper escaped your lips. And just as you were about to beg her once again, you gasped with a loud whine befalling your lips as she abruptly pushed her two fingers into you. The sudden penetration hurt yet you did not complain.

She rose, not just from between your legs but from the bed and only then had you complained before nibbling at your lower lip as you watched her strip of her clothes and your eyes wandered up and down her beautiful body. You wanted a taste of it... You wanted to touch her every part. You shut your legs tight as the needing feeling only grew with the sight in front of you. She knew how to torture you, there was no doubt in that.

Pulling yourself up as you sat against the headboard, your hand trailed down to your core, your digits reaching down to push their way into you but before you could, ❝Yn.❞ her tone was stern, warning. And you immediately stopped yourself, pulling your hand away with a sigh as you looked down. She sat on the side of the bed before parting her lap for you to lay. And you obeyed, laying down over her legs. A whimper escaped your lips at the harsh impact of her hand on your butt cheek. And she smacked it again and again as you whimpered with each painful impact until both cheeks were reddish and her hand printed on them. That's when she stopped, giving your ass gentle rubs to ease the burning feeling. ❝I'm sorry, baby. But you know the rules.❞ she said with such softness in her voice and all you could do was nod.

❝I won't touch myself again.❞ you said, whining yet again. You were so needy and she knew it so she finally caved in, her hand sliding down from your ass to your wet core, cupping it to get another whimper out of you before she spit on her fingers and you soon felt them press against your entrance, pushing their way inside your tight hole. You moaned out, laying across her legs with nowhere to hold for support as she started pumping her fingers in and out of you. And the more you whimpered and moaned the faster she went, curling her fingers inside you every once in a while. You threw your head back as you felt your walls tightening around her fingers as she hit your gspot over and over again until you couldn't take it anymore. ❝Ah! Wendy! I-I'm gonna cum!❞ you cried out and she smirked, pulling her fingers fully out of you.

❝Raise.❞ her distorted voice came out and you tried your best to stand up on your shaky legs. She pinned you against the nearest wall, her lips hungrily crashing into yours as her hand gripped your waist and the other rose your leg up to her waist. You wrapped it around her only for her hand to help position herself at your entrance. Before she pushed in as you desperately hoped she would, she dragged her tip up and down your wetened folds, making you whimper.

❝Baby...❞ was all you managed to get out in a pleading tone. And she complied, you felt her tip press against your entrance before

CLAP!

She slammed right into you making your bodies clap and tears to form in your eyes as you cried out in both pleasure and pain. She didn't dare to move, allowing your insides to adjust to her full size inside of you before she started to thrust her hips back and forth at a fast pace.

Your moans and the sound of two bodies clapping filled the dark room. Your hands, by hers, pinned against the wall right above your head as she fastened ther thrusts. A loud scream would escape here and there between your moans as you felt yourself tighten around her, who groaned at the feeling of her cock being squeezed. You could feel her throb inside you and it drove you crazy. ❝F–Fuck! Ah! Baby! I-I'm gonna cum!❞ you cried out and she pulled out one last time before slamming right back into you as her juices filled every inch of your cunt as you came undone all over her throbbing cock.

She stayed still, buried deep inside you, allowing you to ride off your high, your cum dripping down her member to the floor, creating quite a sticky mess. But she wasn't done with you just yet, picking you up and wrapping your legs around her waist, the petite female slowly bounced you up and down on her cock as she carried you to bed, laying down with you. Well, hovering over you, as she began to thrust in and out of you making your back arch as your hands gripped the bedsheets to the point your knuckles were turning white.

By the end of the night, your skin was covered in black and purple marks, her back was covered in reddish, vertical lines from your nails nearly skinning her back. Your hair were sticking to your faces due to the sweat as she laid next to you, both of you facing the ceiling and panting, trying to catch your breaths.

#red velvet wendy #wendy #wendy x reader #red velvet #son seungwan #Spotify

[starforger]

✝ for any muse!

✝:  any religious beliefs my muse has

None of my OCs are particularly religious, but Maha has had bad brush-ins with religion before. Between that, and her current grapple with the "powers of fate" have left her tired and jaded when it comes to matters of faith. No one rules her life but her, so Maha says, so she wont spare pretty words for the Gods, no matter how deeply ingrained it was in her early life.

See, Maha was born to a traditional Keeper clan, a small and nomadic one that revered Menphina. Yet on nights her mother punished her rebelliousness, Maha looked to the moon to grant her the freedom she so desired, and it met her with silence. So she resolved to never again ask a thing of a higher power. She would just get it for herself.

But where Menphina would not lift a finger to interfere in Maha's life, Nymeia would. Indirectly, of course, as her purview was fate, something that Maha herself always tried to manipulate. This resulted in a string of extreme luck, accompanied by equally extreme misfortune. For Maha, it was one way or the other, and rarely, if ever, in between. Her life has been upended so many times that Maha now takes the Spinner's name in vain at any opportunity, consequences be damned.

Of course, we have an inkling that the Twelve aren't really like that, thanks to the Myths of the Realm raid series, but I'd like to think that that's hardly common knowledge. Men still fear gods, and Maha believes she's borne witness to their power, but still staunchly denies them an onze of her faith.

#ask #insp: maha (ffxiv)

[lostatseattle]

╰ ❛   💉 — › aimee garcia.  ciswoman.  she/her.  .  ╯ have  you  met  carmen cruz yet  ?  this  38 year  old  aquarius  has  been  living  in the seattle  area  for  a year.  she  makes  a  living  as  a  forensic pathologist,  which  is best suited for their excitable,  optimistic, naive,  and unambitious personality. golden hour by kacey musgraves is  one of  their  favourite  songs

carmen was born the youngest child to javier and alma cruz. although an unplanned surprise, that only gave them more reason to dote on her. she was their ‘little miracle’, a nickname her brothers mocked mercilessly - until she started fighting back. 

the family moved to west covina when carmen was six when her father got a job at north-west college. despite being an extroverted kid, she struggled to make friends at first and spent a while floating between friend groups. eventually, this led her to the friendship of wyatt sharma. 

the two became fast friends, carmen’s more extroverted personality balancing wyatt’s introverted tendencies, and said friendship was enough... until it wasn’t. around junior high, carmen started to feel differently about wyatt. it was the beginning of a deep rooted crush, one that she was going to address when they graduated from high school. until wyatt was accepted into a college at the other end of the country. she lost her nerve, and continued to at any given opportunity over the years. 

a big believer in happy endings, part of her thinks it’s just a matter of timing.  but timing’s a bitch, after all.

this crush hasn’t stopped her from dating, but it has dampened her confidence. despite currently having a boyfriend, she finds herself comparing his qualities to the ones she wishes he had - qualities that a certain someone might possess if she thought on it long enough. 

professionally, carmen chose pathology partially to strike out from her family business, and her particular area partially to appease certain expectations. for the last thirty years, her mother has run a funeral home, something that she clearly hoped carmen would train to take over, but she has little to no desire to deal with the grieving families side of things. 

basic information

full name: carmen cruz

age: 38

date of birth: february 13th 1984

hometown: sacramento, california

current location: seattle, washington

orientation: must we ask

occupation: medical examiner/forensic pathologist

gender: ciswoman

pronouns: she/her

languages spoken: english, spanish

physical appearance

face claim: aimee garcia

hair color: brown

eye color: brown

height: 5′1

piercings: standard lobe

clothing style: relaxed, casual

usual expression: happy

health

neurological conditions: -

sleeping habits: 4-6 hours a night

eating habits: dastardly

exercise habits: barely, except zumba. she loves zumba. and just dance. 

emotional stability: pretty good, unless she is Too focused on something

sociability: phenomenally extroverted

body temperature: warm

addictions: -

drug use: -

alcohol use: socially

personality

positive traits: excitable, optimistic, humorous

negative traits: naive, unambitious, awkward

fears: beanie babies, rejection, the number 7 (because 7 8 9)

hobbies: reading, watching rizzoli & isles reruns, learning useless facts 

habits: moves her hands a lot when talking

favourites

weather: clear skies + sun

colour: yellow

music: bubbly pop hits, metal + cher

movies: campy slasher/horror (the mist, scream, halloween etc.)

beverage: a mocha with extra chocolate syrup

food: coffee cake + ice cream

animal: turritopsis dohrnii (thinks they are the secret to human immortality, disappointed it is morally reprehensible to experiment with this)

family

father: javier cruz (✝)

mother: alma cruz (née perez), 75

siblings: gabriel cruz, 50

 mateo cruz, 45

emanuel (manny) cruz, 42

romantic: wyatt sharma (long-term crush, best friend)

children: -

family’s financial status: working class

find her about page: HERE

WANTED CONNECTIONS

tbd

#carmen / about

[beldamns]

✝︎           ISABELLA         ,          DE’MOR          .      leather    bound    journals    filled    with    spells    of    your    own    making,    amulets    drawn    on    and    placed    beneath    the    moon,    the    soft    sound    of    music    playing    in    a    lounge,    creaky    wooden    doors,    smiles    that    don’t    quite    reach    the    eyes,    the    flicker    of    a    candle    lit,    sacrificial    knives    sitting    next    to    an    alter,    six    inch    heels    transforming    into    vans,    potions    adjacent    to    bottles    behind    a    bar,    missed    therapy    appointments,    quiet    chuckles    pressed    to    warm    skin,    a    breeze    in    the    dead    of    night.   

STATISTICS   .

legal   name.       isabella     de’mor.

aliases.       bella,    bells.    

age.       twenty  four.

gender.       demiwoman.  

pronouns.       she/they.   

species.       witch.    

birthday.       march     13th,    under    the    full    moon.

occupation.       owner    of    mirrors*    and    mortician    at    de’mor    mortuary. 

physical   afflictions.       none.

neurological   afflictions.       ptsd,    developing    alcoholism. 

western   astrology.       aries    sun,    capricorn    rising,    scorpio    moon.

DOSSIER   .

to    be    updated    once    i    plot    out    familial    connections.    but    some    quick-fire    facts    is     they    were    born    into    a    big    family    and    then    a    majority    of    them    were    slaughtered.    is    still    struggling    with    that    but    has    managed    to    make    a    life    for    themselves    in    ashwick.    owns    a    bar    /    lounge*    that    caters    to    supernaturals    (    no    matter    the    species    )    that    looks    a    whole    lot    like    this.    serves    potions    +    concoctions    of    all    kinds,    ie.    drinks    that    make    vampires    drunk,    “weakening”    drinks    that    make    you    ‘human’    until    the    affects    wear    off,    love    shots,    whatever    your    heart    desires    pretty    much.    and    i     mean    whatever....   👀    also    works    part    time    as    a    mortician    in    her    families    mortuary     when    extra    hands    are    needed.

CONNECTIONS   .

witches’   brew.     they’re    a    bartender    at    mirrors   and    a    fellow    witch.    they’re    incredibly    fond    of    one    another    and    they    always    get    into    some    mess    behind    the    bar    together.

regulars.     whether    they’re    always    coming    in    for    a    drink    or    buying    a    potion    for    their    personal    use    is    up    to   you.    the    only    thing    is    they’re    a    regular    and    always    put    a    smile    on    their    face    wen    they    walk    through    the    door.

*click    the    source    to    see    the    bar!

#ashwickintro #if you can even call this an intro...