#𝐀 - v: D&D

[vullcanica]

@und3rdark cont. from x

 Curiosity had always been her guilty vice. A thing overindulged to the point of prying intrusion, oft to the great detriment or benefit of others. It all depended, in truth, whether she sought knowledge for its sake alone, or pursued other ends through it. So she inquires in measure, undecided on reason - only seeking to know more about the peculiar dark-dwelling elf who'd come to her aid earlier. A venture more out of gratitude than want for upper hand.

 It seems she's missed a fork in the road - that trecherous footpath called discretion - somewhere along her journey. With how swiftly Asyrn passes off a century spent near Menzoberranzan almost like an afterthought, it makes her think she should've started lighter. She thought she had.

 "In the hands of a professional, then. And one so kind to lend me passage. -- A rare treasure in these parts."

 Travellers and heroes lingered in ill places, she knew. In her limited experience - light-loving creature as she was - none quite so ill as this corner of the earth. It would be a strong choice, if volitious. And lucky for her, no matter if it had been.

 The path through wet rock and puddles is a harrowing one, tedious to the best of legs without experience of terrain. Her step is surer now, having watched Asyrn move quick and practiced through dips and elevations like he's learned them blind, but still she, with her slower legs, lags far behind and catches up slow and steady, neither tired nor very fussed about it. -- Frustrations have seldom been known to change an outcome. She passes the flat of her palms down her abysmally rumpled front while she watched Asyrn peer down the tunnel. Whatever he sees there seems to inform the question.

 "Not hungry enough to stop quite yet." She eyes the fork and glances at her guide with a questioning raise of the brow. "I suppose it should depend on what lies ahead."

[mickyschumacher]

can you do isack hadjar nsfw alphabet? thanks in advance!!!

[NSFW ALPHABET - ISACK HADJAR!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: well... a nsfw alphabet. i know. crazy

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), mentions of the following: soft dom/switching, unprotected sex, size kink, underwear sniffing, kink for french speaking, sex positions, oral sex, masturbation, me kinda bashing french stereotypes (?) // poorly proof-read as usual

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: isack hadjar x fem!reader

𝐀/𝐍: this is my first nsfw alphabet which is like... crazy considering i've been here for like two years now. anyways, i hope you like it! i got the template from @ the-coldest-goodbye (who i shall not directly tag since they probably get an overwhelming amount of tags for this template).

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after he's in the right mind space, he's very very sweet! isack's ensuring you're okay, whether you need anything. he'll help clean you up, run you a bath. loves being next to you the entire time – skin-to-skin, pressing kisses on your arm, neck, forehead... isack will also give small praises like "you did so well" and enjoys receiving some after, especially if he gets to know he did well to please both of you.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

isack's favourite body is a toss between his arms and his abs. it's no secret he looks after himself well but he likes those parts of himself because you're always touching them. rubbing his arms, talking about how hard they feel under your touch. he almost dies when you're making out or teasing each other and your fingers graze past his abdomen and linger near his v-line... fuck he's literally debating on cumming or bending you over it's so bad.

his favourite body part on you... it would have to be your skin. maybe it sounds slightly weird but it's literally a blank canvas. he can mark your skin, kiss your skin, watch it spill between his hands, feel it's warmth and feel how you react to him... he loves it. but also secretly it is your fingers. since's isack's kinda buff, watching your fingers on him makes everything to much bigger. his arms... his legs... especially his cock. oh lord, your pretty little fingers around his thick cock more often than not is his undoing.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

isack very specifically has something for watching his cum mix with yours. or even his saliva with your cum. anything of his that can stake a claim over how wet or turned on he's made you tends get another round out of him. for that reason, isack does have a slight creampie kink. watching his literal manhood, the one he's had to sacrifice numerous times to race, dripping out of you with your chest heaving and your face in utter bliss... it has him reaching for you all over again.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

isack fucking loves it when you speak french to him during sex. particularly when your dazed and the pleasure is building up within you and you're swearing "putain" or begging for more in french. but even more so when you praise him in french. "you're doing so good, you feel so good," in FRENCH??? fuck, he would have a hard time stopping.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

isack's fairly young, turning 21 this year. he knows some stuff because he's been a teenage boy with internet access in france out of all things. but when he's with you, he's learning with you. about you. what ythe gou like and what you don't. and with that he gets to know himself. his main thing is that he wants you to cum. it doesn't matter if he doesn't. your experience is his priority. if you feel good, he feels good. simple.

f = favorite position 

partially due to his experience, isack loves missionary. he likes how intimate it is, how he can see every micro expression as he pleasures you, how he can hook a leg over and angle his cock deeper into you to hear your moans... and he especially loves watching his cock slide in and out of you. sort of a power trip position. he gets to watch you become undone because of him.

additionally, he really enjoys the face-off position. having you seated on his lap, arms around each other, face-to-face as you maintain eye contact... he loves it. the intimacy, the way your hands can do the talking while he can play with your breasts.

he also found out what the g-whiz is and absolutely fucking loves it. having you lay down for him, legs on his shoulders while his cock is drilling into you, sending you right into euphoria???

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if the moment calls for it, i think he'd laugh over small things like the condom packet not opening. he may play around when he teases but for most of it, he's pretty serious and focused. not just because he wants this to feel good for you, but this means a lot to him. isack's an emotional guy and when he's in, he's all in. he devotes himself to you and being intimate is one way he does that.

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

definitely not clean shaven. isack might occasionally go clean shaven and then he usually keeps himself a bit trimmed so there not a lot of hair growth.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

isack, as mentioned, is very invested in you, your relationship and your pleasure. being able to be completely naked with you and exploring sex is important to him. he likes making sure that you're entirely comfortable, if you need songs... candles... makes sure to change the bed sheets. always asks you to tell him if something feels wrong. you're first time was very slow and sensual, especially because he's not experienced. he's always cautious and caring ♡︎

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

oh man, isack is almost embarrassed at how much he jacks off. you don't always travel with him to each race, so with all that time apart, he has one hand down his pants.

it'll be in his driver's room, ten minutes before quali and you're not there to ease his nerves. all he can do before fully get into his gear is fist his cock, his mind wandering far and wide, imagining touching you, your moans, your cum... it has him unravelling in minutes.

even worse, he has a pair of your underwear that you gave him in his luggage. almost like a fucking creep, he'd sniff your underwear and wrap it around his cock, and god he probably wouldn't stop.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

aside from the mentioned creampie, french, and underwear thing, isack loves a size kink. again, he's a bit buff, so watching you make him bigger, it fills a part of him that he never knew needed to be filled. he especially loves watching his thick cock in your pussy, your mouth, or even in your ass... just so big. and if there's a tummy/throat bulge... extra points!

also just seriously enjoys you're pleasure. like whatever he can do to make you fall apart and cum... it's such a high for him. liking getting you to squirt for the first time, holy fuck. he was grinding his cock against the bed the entire time, cumming as he felt the juices fall from you. very specifically enjoys the face you make when you cum.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

home is preferable. it's private and intimate and he's not that experienced. he likes hearing your moans rebound off the wall and the squelch of his cock in you is gratifying. likes it in bed but oddly gets more turned on when it's in more domestic places like the kitchen, the living room or the shower.

however, isack recently did you in his driver's room before a race and honestly, it made it ten times hotter. no one ever bothered him before then and they knew not to. but knowing he had you in his hands while everyone worked around you..

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your panties is one, for sure. he just loves the idea that they too have rested on your pussy and that when you're wet, they just get so fucking soaked...

again, isack loves with you praise him. just makes him feel so good knowing he's doing something right.

at the same time, giving you dirty talk turns him on. watching you react to his words, moan to his words, oh my god, he wonders if you're even real?

isack also gets very turned on when you wear something you feel and know you look good in. like your confidence is so goddamn sexy. it's the reason why you're always late to dinner.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no nudes on your phones, even if he is french. perhaps voice messages he'd be more into. he just can't bare the idea that someone can hack into his phone and see the most intimate parts of yourselves. especially given his job. absolutely against the idea.

voyeurism. not a fan at all. at least in the driver's room, he knows no one is watching you or him. the idea of sharing that with someone... sharing you with someone, absolutely detests it. someone else making you cum??? no. no. no.

only tries new things if you both agree to it. isack doesn't like when you're uncomfortable, entirely dampens his mood.

doesn't like anything that actually might hurt you. like knife play or candle wax.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

100% prefers giving rather than receiving. as mentioned, he's all about you. he's crazy for you. eating you out is his literal favourite past time. literally would spend all day doing it if he could.

your moans as he pushes his tongue deeper... your taste in his mouth, hands raking through his hair, feeling his nose press against your clit and sending shudders down your body... it drives isack crazy.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

mix of both. because isack's so serious and intimate, he's often slow and sensual, taking him time with you. like he could spend all day watching his cock slide in and out of you, drenched in your arousal.

he tries avoid bringing his mood into it. but sometimes racing doesn't go his way or he feels a bit jealous, he just wanted to drill into you, cock thrusting in and out.

that being said, it's usually a perfect of both when needed.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

isack hated quickies at first. they took the fun away from everything. he couldn't tease you, build you up so you were soaking for him. it sucked.

however, with such a hectic schedule, he has gotten around to it such as his driver's room. but he much prefers the full thing because it's so much more pleasurable.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

since isack's experience is kinda low, he's open to trying new things as long as you are. he'll definitely be a bit nervous about it though. you're good at having a conversation about it. if you try it and don't like it, that's all it is - a one-and-one.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

genuinely, if he could, isack would fuck you all day. seriously. eat you out, make you cum on his cock, fist himself till he spills all over you... he'd do it.

since that's not humane, however, isack settles for a healthier amount. he'll get you to come at least once or twice before he does so. he usually goes up to three rounds with a sneaky extra one. after a race day, he might only do two since he's pretty exhausted.

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

isack's new to the toys. he doesn't know much about them. he also doesn't like that they give you pleasure and he doesn't. but he's open to incorporating them into your sex if it gives you even more pleasure.

isack especially loves when he's fucking you, cock thrusting in and out, you're literally on the edge and he brings the vibrate to your clit and where his cock pushes in. he literally can feel it through your pussy and it's such a ethereal sense of bliss that rips through the both of you, it's surreal.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

isack's such a fucking tease. his foreplay is sinful. he loves making you wait. he loves watching you become drenched for him and squirm. he has to test his limit though. it's a bit of torture for himself, he enjoys dragging it out but his cock is so painfully hard. he just can't stop himself.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

at the start, isack is semi-loud. his moans and grunts are kinda low because he's really feeling everything about you. in the house, his moans are bouncing off the wall as he stretches you and god it drives him crazy.

as he comes closer to him climax, he gets louder, especially when you cum. his moans are breathy, almost whiny. he just wants so cum so bad. his dirty talk had turned into mush and whimpers, he's going numb as he snaps his hips into you, chasing that rush. and the loud groan he releases as he cums is heavenly, slightly muffled as he puts his mouth into your neck, hips stilling as the waves of his orgasm fall over him.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

an unexpected thing about isack is how easily he can switch between a soft dom and a sub. like... he's malleable. sure, when he's seriously seriously caught up in the moment he can be aggressive. however, isack's usual teasing and coaxing disappears when you start ordering him around.

isack can't help it. he wants to take care of you so bad that when you tell him to get on his knees and please you, he knows nothing else.

when you tell him to not touch you and behave like the good boy he is, his cock actually throbs and twitches.

and when you tease him for a change, he's a mess. whimpering, chest heaving as he pants for a release and just won't give it to him. and he's torn. he's getting so turned on and he can't do a damn thing about it except wait.

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

listen... isack's built and buff. those judo work outs... he just makes you wanna be juno, yk? his arms are delicious, chest and abs so taut and lickable.

his cock? fuck, so pretty. thick with a vein on the underside. a bit of pink with some brown too. around 5-6 inches long and his girth is so filling, ugh.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly it's bad how much isack is thinking about this. like he would swear he's not crazy but fuck, he's always thinking about the obscene high you bring him into.

when his public, isack tries his best to keep his hands off of you because he will fold if he gets too close. he even has to limit his hugs with you which is devastating for him.

he might be insane but he even has to not breathe so he can't smell your perfume in fear of popping a boner in public.

if your libido is high, isack's is too. but he's patient. if you're not feeling it as much, he'll match your tempo.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not that quickly, to be honest isack enjoys the intimacy afterwards as much as the actual sex. he enjoys laying there with you and talking about random things while you're both naked.

however, you are both usually pretty knackered (thanks to isack) so around thirty minutes later, after getting cleaned up, you are usually cuddling each other to sleep. sometimes it's you before him, especially when he'd made you cum so many times. isack enjoys when it happens, tracing the curves of your face and body gently while you sleep, it soothes his heart.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

[deansbeer]

R E V I V A L O F 𝐁 𝐄 𝐀 𝐂 𝐇 𝐁 𝐔 𝐌 .ᐟ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑.

created by kari original archive dean's photo album 🍹 drinking iced watermelon 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬 under the sun, that's when the 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ❀࿐ ࿔

‎‎. 𖬺𖬺 her airpods .ᐣ sex on the beach by partynextdoor.

✷ ִ ִ ִ treasure box! seashells knitted mini skirts sunbathing ocean hibiscus mermaid girl independent laidback sonny angels lover of winter shimmer lip gloss gold anklet saltwater owns tons of perfumes

she is everything DEAN WINCHESTER didn't know he needed, but somehow, she fit into his life like she was always meant to be there. the type of girl who could spend hours on the sand, soaking up the sun, watching the waves crash against the shore, and collecting seashells like they were her little treasures. got a deep love for the ocean, a connection that runs so strong, it's almost like she's part of it. if she had her way, she'd probably be a mermaid, and dean? well, that's exactly what he calls her—his mermaid girl. it's a nickname that just stuck, and every time he says it, she can't help but beam.

she's always out by the ocean, either swimming, sunbathing, or walking along the shoreline, and it shows. her skin has that perfect sun-kissed glow, and she's always got that laid-back, carefree energy that comes from being so connected to the beach. her shared bedroom with dean is full of little reminders of the ocean—trinkets, seashells, and those adorable sonny angel figures she loves to collect. he pretends like he doesn't get it, but deep down? dean loves how much joy she gets from her little collections. it's just another part of her that makes her, well, beachbum!reader.

despite dean's life being full of hunting, danger, and chaos, she always finds a way to make sure he slows down and takes a breath. she's managed to convince him to go with her to the beach whenever they get the chance, and though he grumbled about the sand at first—getting in his boots, sticking to his skin—he's learned to tolerate it. more than that, he's actually started to appreciate it. maybe it's because of her. no, it's definitely because of her. she's got that kind of effect on him. she's always reminding him to get enough vitamin d, but not without slathering him in sunscreen first, because lord knows he'll burn if she doesn't.

she's a mix of contradictions that somehow work perfectly. you'd think summer would be her favorite season, given how much she loves the sun and the sea, but no—it's winter that steals her heart. she loves everything about it, from the cozy clothes to the chilly air, and she's constantly surprising dean with how much she looks forward to the colder months.

always dressed to impress—whether it's in her own hand-knitted mini skirts (in pastel colors like soft pinks, blues, greens, purples, && yellows) or dolled up in a cute dress and heels for a date night with dean. but she's also got that laid-back vibe, too. she's just as comfortable in baggy sweats and one of dean's hoodies, usually on a quick target run or picking up groceries.

dean secretly loves when she steals his hoodies, though he'd never admit—not without giving her a hard time about it first. but it's all part of the charm.

when dean is out in the driveway, tinkering with baby, she's usually not far behind. she'll wander out in one of her prettiest bikinis, shorts unbuttoned, towel slung over her shoulder, and her favorite pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. even if dean's covered in car oil, grime, or sweat, she doesn't care. she'll still wrap her arms around him from behind, press a quick peck to his cheek, and announce she's off for a swim. it's just what she does—effortlessly weaving herself into his life, into his routine, making everything feeling a little lighter, a little better.

she's always barefoot, her gold anklet glimmering in the sun, with perfectly pedicured toes or manicured nails that dean insists on paying for, no matter how much she protests. she likes to be independent, sure, but when dean flashes her that grin and presses a kiss to her pout, she can't help but give in.

they've made love on the beach, in the water, and in the shower when the mood strikes, but it's never just about the physical connection. it's about those quiet, tender moments they share, like walking hand-in-hand along the shore or swimming together for hours, talking about everything and nothing, laughing, joking, and just being them.

beachbum!reader is dean's real life mermaid girl and wherever life takes them, she's always going to be the one who reminds dean winchester to slow down and enjoy the view.

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[thecapricunt1616]

Sampaguita (c.b. one-shot)

𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫 (𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): It was your final Gala of the year, the 60th Art and Design Juried Student Exhibition. This is what you’d been working towards all year. Your Professor had assured you that you were one of the most promising Expressionist Mural painters he’d taught in quite a long time. He was quite certain you’d be commissioned, as many high paying clientele were coming to view the art that would be on display.  You stepped back, observing the large canvas mural you’d painted, resting your hand on your hips and sighing softly. 3 months of work, all leading up to this moment. There were many things you thought you would change about the work, but nothing to your eye that you painted would ever be perfect, there would always be something you wish you would have made better or omitted completely. You nervously twirled your gold and mother-of-pearl bangle over your wrist as you continued to look over it, deciding to step outside for some fresh air. You walked down the back hall, your heels clicking on the tile floor as you did so. You heard the back door close and a loud boisterous laugh “Dude dude and she was all ‘No you’re totally right man’ and that’s when-” the loud man comes around the corner holding a big box full of napkins and smacked right into you, sending you flying back on your butt and you let out a big ‘oof’ as you land.

♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: The Sampaguita flower is considered the flower of love in many South Asian countries, Indonesia and the Philippines. It is used in wedding and religious ceremonies to symbolize love, devotion, purity and divine hope. ♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You & Carmy meet at your biggest gala of the year, smut ensues! ♡ 𝐖/𝐂: 10.0k+ ♡ 𝐀/𝐍:Hello all! Welcome back to another installment of "Capri can't write something short to save her life!" I've been working on this literally all week as I wanted it to be the most thoughtful and good I could come up with, as it's requested by my lovely wonderful Wormy @carmybrainworms - welcome home my little worm, me and the fellow bearblr baddies have missed you terribly! I hope you enjoy this welcome home present! ♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐓𝐂: Not terribly edited (we die like men), Swearing, Smoking, Smut, Spanking, kinda dom? carmy, i think thats it! (R is 22, short, with long hair & glasses also is v petite bc it's DC to wormy but you can imagine yourself ofc :D)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

It was your final Gala of the year, the 60th Art and Design Juried Student Exhibition. This is what you’d been working towards all year. Your Professor had assured you that you were one of the most promising Expressionist Mural painters he’d taught in quite a long time. He was quite certain you’d be commissioned, as many high paying clientele were coming to view the art that would be on display. 

You stepped back, observing the large canvas mural you’d painted, resting your hand on your hips and sighing softly. 3 months of work, all leading up to this moment. There were many things you thought you would change about the work, but nothing to your eye that you painted would ever be perfect, there would always be something you wish you would have made better or omitted completely. You nervously twirled your gold and mother-of-pearl bangle over your wrist as you continued to look over it, deciding to step outside for some fresh air.

You walked down the back hall, your heels clicking on the tile floor as you did so. You heard the back door close and a loud boisterous laugh “Dude dude and she was all ‘No you’re totally right man’ and that’s when-” the loud man comes around the corner holding a big box full of napkins and smacked right into you, sending you flying back on your butt and you let out a big ‘oof’ as you land.

“FUCK bro you didn’t say corner! You ok sweetheart?” a taller, leaner man with a brunette buzzcut and striking blue eyes offers you a large warm hand to help you up. “This is why Carmy is so fuckin’ uptight about this shit man! Can’t have you in the kitchen, imagine she was holding a hot pan or some shit!” he scolded the other man as you took it and he hoisted you up easily.

“M’sorry about that sweetheart, you alright?” He patted your shoulder in a friendly way. “Fuckin’ apologize!” he slaps the mans shoulder that knocked you over 

“Sorry! I’m sorry. You’re pretty, like an angel. I’m Neil” he stuck out his hand and you giggle a little bit at his forwardness. You introduced yourself as well and the other man hums

“Cool name- Sorry about this one he’s a big clutz- I’m Richie” he bent down with Neil and began picking up the napkins, and you bent down to help them as well. 

“No worries at all- sorry about that it’s my bad I wasn’t really paying attention. Sorry- are you here for the dining hall? It’s in another building I can take you there if you want” you place the last stack of napkins down in the box

“No, we're helping Bear with the catering stuff you should come!” Neil said enthusiastically to which Richie chuckled a bit. 

“It’s only for the students at the Gala and the faculty bud. You goin’t’that?” he asked you and you smile and nod.

“Totally! I uh- I actually have a piece in the show. I was actually just going to get some air- Nice meeting you guys!” you scoot past and pushed the back door open , being greeted with the scent of American Spirits.  You rolled your eyes a bit to yourself, realizing that you wouldn’t be alone, and look over to see a impossibly handsome curly blonde smoking a cigarette. 

“Sorry I- I didn’t realize someone was out here” you twirl your bangle over your wrist again, a nervous habit you’d picked up opposed to picking at your hands. 

“No worries- I’ll be out of your way soon just had to grab a smoke I know I’ll be busy the rest of the night somethin’s bound to go wrong at one of these catering things” he chuckled to himself a bit and shook his head. 

“Oh- are you Bear?” you smile a bit, recalling what the tattooed goofball that knocked you over had said. He looked at you a bit surprised, eyebrows scrunching a bit as his eyes racked over your face and frame trying to recall if you’d met before

“Sorry do I- have we met?” he took another drag, the smoke blowing out of his nose subtly as he exhaled.

God he’s hot while he smokes.

“No! I’d have remembered such a handsome face, I think I met your other coworkers in the hallway, uhh - Richie and Neil? Funny tattooed guy? Kinda knocked me on my ass but it’s cool not the first time it’s happened i’m a clutz” you said and his cheeks go pink at the compliment, chuckling.

“Jesus- Yeah he’s a fuckin idiot, m’sorry is y’r….ass ok?” he asked and you stared at eachother for a moment before bursting into giggles. 

“You wanna check?” you teased turning around and he laughed 

“I’m just making myself sound like a creep, uhhh- shit. Sorry you can probably tell that I don’t get out much- I’ll um..I’ll let you be, nice meeting you-”

“My friends call me bunny! You don’t have to go- I was actually gonna ask to bum a cigarette off you cause I’m realizing that I forgot my vape inside in my bag..” you said and he looked at you, brows raising and he chuckled a bit. 

“You use one of those damn things? These dont taste like candy er’ whatever if that’s what you want” he teased as he fished the cigarette carton out of his pocket once again and flicked it open. You rolled your eyes amusedly taking one out of the carton and putting it between your lips “I like a cigarette once in a while. You can vape inside if you’re sneaky enough most places” you mumble through the cigarette, causing him to huff a laugh as he lights it for you. 

“Isn’t that defeating the whole purpose, because you’re only supposed to use it like a cigarette?” he asked, watching as you took a long drag and did a french inhale, causing his brows to knit “And how fuckin old are you?” he muttered as he watched you pull the cigarette from your lips and hold it delicately between your fingers. 

“Old enough, I think you meant to ask where I learned this and the answer is my evil ex-boyfriend but he did teach me a cool party trick at least” you mused, causing him to chuckle again.

“Funny little thing you are huh” he mused, causing a light blush to stain your cheeks and a smile curls on your lips

“Hey I didn’t dog you for your height that’s fucked up man” you teased and he chuckled

“You aren’t from here” he said, more as a statement than anything. You look up, squinting at him

“It’s not that obvious” you retort

“Trannnsplant” he teased, making you giggle and hit his shoulder playfully

“Is this how you flirt with all the girls you meet?” you shot back, making his cheeks go that cute shade of pink again.

“Who said I was flirting?” he asked and the door got pushed open, a young pretty girl with dark braids sighing in relief. 

“There you are- Carmy! Get in here! Fak dropped an entire pan of garlic knots so I have to run back to the restaurant, which means that you have to set up the risotto and the shells and the-” 

“Got it- Chef” he stomps out his second cigarette. “It’s nice meeting you, Bunny” he said and grabs the door from the young woman. “Thanks for the cigarette, Carmy” you said, now knowing his real name other than the funny nickname his employees gave him. He looks back, flashing you a small smirk before letting the door shut behind him.

You found yourself smiling like a goof and thinking about that damned chef the entire time you finished the cigarette that he’d given you. It wasn’t often that a man who piqued your interest came about. That just being because your experiences with men up until this point hasn’t been the best, but no matter how many times you just kept going back to the same ones, so it excited you to try something new- different. 

That was if he was feeling the same way. When you got through with your cigarette you stomped out the butt with the end of your black pointy stiletto. You pulled the door open and heard the soft chatter of guests and the sort as well as the smell of some delicious food. You first made your way into the back room, washing your hands at the students sink to rid your hands of the smell of cigarettes and walking over to your locker to spray on some body spray before putting on some lip gloss to replenish what got lost on your cigarette. 

You heard the door to the art room open and a deep sigh, before the sound of running water. You carefully shut your locker and walk out to the main area again to see the same curly head, bent over the sink splashing his face with water. “So…do you like Carmy, or Bear- or did I totally rat them out by telling you that they called you Bear” you said, coming over and taking a few paper-towels out of the dispenser and offering them to him.

“Bear is a uh…” he wiped his face of the excess water, flicking it into the basen of the sink before turning off the water and looking over “Thanks- It’s a family name” he cleared his throat and wiped the paper towels over his face, slicking his curls back with a wet hand. 

“Oh- uh how’d you get that name?” you ask and he smiled a bit, crumpling up the paper towels in his large, tattooed hand

“How’d you get the name Bunny?” He shrugged a bit 

Your cheeks flush a bit and you look at your feet, shuffling them a bit, realizing even though he wasn’t as tall as the other guy you’d met with similar blue eyes earlier - even in your heels he still towered over you. “I’m jumpy when I get nervous” you said a bit shyly. 

“Shit- well I’ll try t’not let Richie around you, he’s a fuckin…bull in a china shop” he said, causing you to giggle a bit and look back up at him with a small smile. 

“So… your turn, Mister Bear” you said and he huffed a laugh, shaking his head as his cheeks got pinker at your silly comment

“Berzatto is my last name, so growin’ up me and my siblings we’d call ourselves the bears it’s…stupid, bit it stuck w’me” He said, rubbing the vein on the side of his neck and you couldn’t help but notice the sheer size of them in that moment and think about the comparison of them to your neck.

“It’s cute…so what’re you doing back here, you thinkin’ of enrolling?” you joked and he chuckled a bit.

“Big groups of people aren’t uh…really my thing I just needed a sec to y’know” he leaned on the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest, causing his biceps to become more prominent. You nodded, resting your hip on the same countertop, playing around with your bangle bracelet.

“I get that…mine either- well it depends on my mood I guess, did you make that food? It smells really good” you said as you stare at his lips, finally finding a way to tear your eyes back to his, nibbling the inside of your lip and worrying that you were rambling. 

“I did! I did..uh me and my Sous, Sydney, Cola braised short-rib and risotto - the Cola is coke, but we can’t say that Sugar says for like legal reasons or whatever.” he said and you found yourself smiling, this guy also seems to come from a circle of nicknames.

“Sugar?” you asked and giggle a bit “Is sheee…really nice?” you asked and he chuckled again

“She uh- in a way- yeah, she is but uh. It’s a whole story” he said and brushed his hair back again. 

“Well- have you eaten?” you asked and he raised his brows, thinking for a second

“I did uh- family meal earlier, why?” he asked and you blushed a bit, shrugging with a sheepish smile 

“Y’wanna show me to the food then? Sorry it sounded really good when you said it…never had risotto before” you looked up at him and he smiled

“Course- Of course, yeah, S’not out yet, but I can sneak you a plate, come w’me” he tossed the crumpled paper towel into the garbage and you followed him as he walks you down the long corridor into a room that was long forgotten by you as the culinary arts room, since barely any people you knew took the class it flew right over your head.

It was bustling, multiple people in chefs coats running around and the same girl you saw earlier with the braids now tied back into a neat ponytail with a pretty silk scarf adorned with black and white polkadots tied around her head. “Alright were gonna be moving in 10 people I want the sweet tea out of the chiller and into the buckets tina how many minutes left on the garlic knots?” she called loudly over the clanging of the pots and pans.

A woman not much taller then you goes over to the industrial oven and checks the time, “4 minutes chef!” she called out.

“Alright so those come out I want them plated right away and for you to be brushing the garlic herb butter.” the girl with the braids called out to which the shorter woman called out another ‘Yes Chef’ 

“Wow- all professional and shit huh?” You nudge him playfully earning a chuckle from him

“Yo cousin- these fuckin forks have spots - wait-” the same Richie you’d met earlier, calls loudly over all the noise and stops when he meets your eyes.

“Hey again! I’ll stay out of your way this time, scouts honor” you joke and lean against the wall near the door to keep out of everyone's way. 

“Hey how about - actually, I’ll make you a plate with a little-a everything for you, and take it back to the uh- the room that we were in” he rested his hand on your shoulder and it nearly made you flush the way that his hand nearly swallowed it whole.

“Yeah- Uh..ok, thanks” you said, suddenly feeling intoxicated with the natural dominance he held without even seeming to realize he did so. You nodded, heading out and heels clicking quickly as you made your way down the hallway back towards the art room.

It wasn’t very long until Carmy was coming back to the art room, carrying not 1 but 2 plates of steaming food and balancing 2 cups as well on a small tray he’d likely found in the culinary arts room. “Alright- as promised- a little bit of everything for you here,” he set the plate in front of you “We got the short ribs, risotto, garlic knots, also got a little ceasar salad for you and then some sweet tea- School said no liquor it feels like a crime to not have wine with short rib but y’know rules and shit” he said, pointing to each as he explained and you once again found yourself staring at his lips and mouth watering at the way his chain dangled as he rested his hand on the table and pointed to each dish and you found yourself envisioning sucking on it.

“Yeah..” you said, looking back down at your plate and grabbing the fork he’d given you. “It smells…really good” you said, trying to clear your head of all the messy, dirty thoughts that were running through it. “Thought you said that you weren’t hungry?” you mused as you stuck your fork in some ribs before grabbing some risotto and trying it, moaning at the heavenly taste and closing your eyes as you chew.

“Holy shit you should go on fuckin masterchef er somethin’ this is fiiiire” you said with a little giggle. He chuckled a bit, chewing one of the garlic knots he’d brought for himself, that adorable pink flushing his cheeks again, this time flushing all the way to his chest. 

“Thanks I uh…I try” he said, continuing to look at his plate “Like your um…your shoes- they’re cool. They comfortable?” he asked, finally looking up at you again. You weren’t sure if he really liked them, or if he was just bad at taking compliments. Either way, it was sweet of him to mention especially for you since they were your favorite pair. 

“Why thank you very much, guys usually don’t notice stuff like that” you held your foot out, admiring your cute pointy toed shoes. 

“They uh- they remind me of Morticia Adams, No offense” he chuckled a bit and you gasp in delight.

“That is exactly the look I was going for! Thank you so much, that is a huge compliment to me actually!” you happily sipped on your iced tea, humming when you realized he had put lemon in it. “This tea is tea” you joke and he snorts a chuckle, Rolling his eyes amusedly.

“Yes- the tea is tea” he said as if it was obvious, you nod and point with your fork to the risotto

“This risotto shit? Also tea” you said and had another bite, earning an adorable confused look from him. 

“Theres- theres no tea in that where are you getting tea? What kind of tea?” he questioned, grabbing his own fork and trying a bite of the small helping of risotto he’d put on his own plate. You laughed, covering your mouth with your manicured hand and he chuckled “What! What why you laughin’ at me? There’s no tea in this!” he said again and lightly poked your arm. 

You shook your head, catching your breath from your giggle fit “Gosh how old are you - you aren’t on the internet at all?” you questioned, not able to stop yourself from eating more of the risotto and short rib he put on your plate, the stuff was proving to be addicting. 

“One place I am not is on the internet it fuckin…stresses me out I’m old school I text call , email even if youre wanting to go back even further, I guess my siblings were older then me by a bit so…never really learned how to use it. Is that some kind of slang like chill? I remembered learning that one a few years ago” he said, finishing off his plate that he’d brought and downing his cup of iced tea in nearly one go. You chuckled to yourself a bit.

“Such a guy” you teased, taking a bite of the salad he’d put on the side for you and humming in satisfaction at the way you could tell the dressing was made and not from a bottle. 

“What’s that supposta mean?! I’m fuckin thirsty kitchens hot as fuck” he chuckled, resting with his legs stretched out and his arms resting behind his head, again causing his large biceps to become even more prominent. 

God did this guy know what a slut he was?

“So why does everyone else have to wear the silly little coats but you don’t- you top dog or something?” you joked and finished off your food, grabbing his empty plate as well and throwing them away for you both.

“They aren’t silly, they’re professional, there - paint princess and I guess you could call me top dog er’ whatever. Syd’s technically my partner but I don’t put too much weight on er’” he said as you cursed yourself, dropping one of the paper plates and bending over to pick it up.

He didn’t miss the way the skirt of your little black dress rode up just enough for the ends of your lacy panties to peak out as you grabbed it off of the floor and chuck it in the garbage, standing up and feeling yourself flushed as you realized and you pull your dress back down, smoothing it before turning around to see him staring with his plump bottom lip between his teeth.

Oh.

“Cute panties, right?” you teased, figuring if he had the balls to stare he didn’t mind you pointing it out. 

“W-what? Huh?” he asked, pale cheeks turning red as tomatoes and flushing all the way down his neck. “What- like- like”

“The navy blue lace- did you not see enough to judge? Wanna see more?” you sauntered up to him, thumbing his St. Anthony chain & wrapping your finger around and tugging lightly. His breath gets caught in his throat and he looks up at you, blue eyes wide and cheeks on fire.

“Are you always this forward?” he asked, his voice lower and huskier, almost a whisper. 

You smirked friskily, leaning in and tucking back his curly hair whispering in the shell of his ear “Why, d’you like it?” you said, hand splaying out over his chest and rubbing over it gently, feeling his racing heart. 

“Drives me kinda fuckin’ crazy, if’m’honest” he pulls you to sit in his lap and you squeak in surprise, giggling a bit and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck for balance.

“Yeah? M’pretty sure it would drive your girlfriend crazy too t’see me in your lap like this” you leaned forward, brushing his hair from his eyes and he looks up at you with a small smirk.

“Do I look that much of a prick that I’d pull some chick in my lap if m’seein someone?” he gently adjusted your necklace, the soft brush of his fingers nearly giving you shivers.

“I guess I’ve just had bad experiences with pretty tattooed men…” you spoke quietly since your faces had been getting closer and closer now ever since he’d pulled you into his lap.

“Oh so I’m pretty now, mm?” he asked as you gently twirl his curls around your manicured fingers.

“I think you’ve been pretty since the day you were born but that’s just a guess” you said and gently traced your thumb over his bottom lip and dragging it down gently. While doing so, he gently took your thumb into his mouth, dragging his tongue around it sensually before beginning to suck on it. Your jaw falls slack at the action, breathing becoming heavier and a wave of warmth crashing over your core. “Do you want to see my studio?” you asked boldly and he smirks a bit, pulling off your thumb with a pop and looking up at you with those lust blown blue eyes.

“Lead the way Bunny” he said, causing you to giggle and stand up, taking him by the hand. You carefully look outside the door just to be sure that there was no prying eyes in the hallway before quickly taking his hand and leading him to the back stairwell. As a fourth year art student who had been brought in to help teach students that were your Freshman as well as grade their work- you were given access to the senior studios, and you were in one so often it had basically been claimed as yours by this point, meaning you could trust that you two wouldn’t be bothered. 

That was one of the nicest things about being a favorite of your professor, being able to work alone and without being pestered.

You’d realized both of you had been skirting around the age question. It didn’t bother you much, you’d been with older men before - and you were 22 after all, so it wasn’t like you couldn’t make your own decisions on who you slept with.

You swayed your hips a little bit extra on the way up the stairs, knowing that he was not so secretly looking at the globes of your ass being accentuated by the thin fabric of your black sundress. By the time you’d gotten to the top, and dug around in your purse to find the keys to your studio in your tote bag, Carmy was quietly and awkwardly adjusting his erection in his jeans as you fiddled with the keys due to your nails, pushing open the door and flicking open the light.

The smell of paint overcomes you, and he mutters a soft “Woah” as he looks over your various half finished and some abandoned works leaning against the wall and hung up some places, various canvases everywhere. “So you really uh…do the thing huh” he nervously rubbed over his hands as he looked over the walls. You shut the door behind you, clicking the lock just for extra security before following to where he was standing in the middle of the room. 

“I do- do you wanna try?” you asked, planting a gentle, open mouth kiss on that pretty vein on his neck, smirking at the way you heard his breath get caught in his throat when you do so. You brought your hand back up, gently rubbing over his chest and finding his chain again, playing with it. 

“I um- uh- my forte is more with pencils or- um” he stuttered as you continued, beginning to feel hot and his erection pressing more and more at the confines of its cloth prison. 

“What if…we do it together- You’ll be my muse for my final project of the year” you gently trail your hand under his shirt, feeling the toned ridges of his abs under your nimble fingers. Your smile curls up more, feeling his stomach tighten and goosebumps appearing on his flesh as you do so. 

“Uhhh- you’re um, you’re like fuckin 21 right- jesus christ” he shudders as you pop open the button of his jeans and tease down his happy trail with your jeans, tugging the hem of his boxers open with your nail and he grabs your wrist, his entire hand easily wrapping around your wrist as he pulls it back “M’not about t’fuck a kid. How fuckin’ old are you, Bunny” 

You rolled your eyes “I’m 22! Such a gentleman though- that’s okay, right?” you look up at him and he breathes what looked to be a sigh of relief and lets your wrist go. 

“Ok- sorry i’d feel like a total fuckin perv if you were younger then that- still kinda fuckin young” he chuckled a bit and stroked your hair back “I’m uh…I’m 29, is that ok with you?” he asked to which you nod enthusiastically 

“Totally cool- can we keep going now or any other burning questions, chef?” you mused and leaned in, kissing below his ear and gently nipping at the lobe. He finally gives in and squeezes your ass, spanking you lightly.

“You have a fuckin’ mouth on you, bet it getcha in trouble alot mm?” he teased with a grin as you nip at his neck “and no marks, I’ll never hear the end of it if Richie sees that I hooked up with someone here an’e’ll probably infer that it was a student since I’ve never shown any interest in dudes and uhh…all y’teachers down there are men” he tilted your face up with a firm hand. “Y’gonna let me kiss you now?” he asked in that soft low way he took on downstairs and it nearly made you melt where you were standing. 

“Please- please do” you breathe, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. It felt like an explosion of butterflies in your lower belly, feeling a pulsing begin in your panties that was red hot with want. You brought your right hand back down to his boxers, rubbing your nails playfully over the hem of them and teasingly snapping it to his skin while your left hand worked at the small knots through his sandy blonde curls. He hummed gently into your mouth when you tugged at his roots, tugging your dress over your ass so he could get a better grip on it. He teasingly tugged your panties up over your cheeks, thumbing the inside of the lace and snapping it back against the skin,

Pulling away a bit, he mutters “they are cute, by the way” he said before continuing to kiss you. He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip and you opened up immediately for him, humming when you tasted the sweet and bitter mix of iced tea and american spirits on your tongue. 

The fervent nature of your kisses had you stumbling  back, back, until the backs of your thighs were pressed to the tabletop, and he was hoisting you up by your thighs to sit down, to which you gratefully accepted. He tugged off your little black dress, pulling it over your head swiftly so he wouldn’t need to break the kiss for long. It was only moments before you felt his palms over your breasts. They were the perfect handful for him, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your nipples causing them to perk up at the attention. 

You felt yourself gushing in your panties, unable to squeeze your thighs together to ease the pulsing ache that was starting to grow more and more. You mewled into his mouth, the panting coming out of your nose and fanning his upper lip as he nearly devoured you getting faster and more desperate as he pinched and tugged your nipple just enough to make your clit twitch. He pulled away, and you panted softly into his mouth as he asked, “I can suck on these, right?” he asked, his voice huskier and lower than before. 

“Course- please” you gently combed through his curls with your fingers as he wasted no time working his lips down your chin and jaw with hot open mouthed kisses, gently sucking and licking over all the right spots. You whine and moan as he takes your left nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud while he massages your right breast in his hand between rolling your nipple lightly in his fingers. You look down at him, jaw falling slack when you saw those icy blue eyes staring up at you, darkened and lust blown. “Jesus Carmy-” you breathed out, causing him to smirk a bit and he pulled off with a pop, licking and flicking his tongue over the now firm bud. 

“You have perfect fuckin tits” he complimented sultrily, the tips of his lips brushing your nipple lightly as he spoke, his hot breath causing that pulsing feeling in your panties to turn into a throb, and he kissed your left breast before politelly moving his attention to your neglected right one and giving it the same star treatment. You had wiggled your hips to the side of the desk, pathetically humping the corner to get any kind of relief. His eyes fluttered down to see what you were doing and he pulled away, chuckling a bit “holy shit. Y’want some help there sweetheart?” He mocked teasingly, spreading your thighs more and cupping your heat with his hand. The relief of him finally touching where you needed him most caused you to gasp lightly, pulling him into a kiss as you quickly rut your hips into his hand, groaning into his mouth as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to release. 

“Lets get these off mm?” he purrs in the shell of your ear, guiding you to lift your hips and slipping off your little blue lacy panties in one swift motion, leaving you in nothing but your stilettos. The feeling of his tattooed digit prodding at your slick entrance to gather some arousal, before swirling it around your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, feeling eager to be filled by something. 

“C-Carmy-” you breathe out, tongue darting out to wet your lips that were dry from the growing pants coming from your lips. “Need you inside” you admit, cheeks heating slightly. 

“Yeah? M’gonna need t’stretch you out Bun’” he swirled his finger back down in your wetness, prodding the first knuckle of his middle finger inside of you and watching you carefully as your head fell back in bliss at the relief it brought. A whiney moan tears from your throat as he pushed the finger inside deeper, sinking down to the second knuckle and curling it wonderfully. This action caused your hips to rut into his hand causing him to sink the rest of his finger open and the sensation was so pleasurable and intense your hand slid up your chest to massage your breast just to have something to hold. 

“More- More please” you begged, eyes opening once again to see him looking fully blissed out over you, hooded lids and parted lips, looking utterly entranced with the sight of you falling apart beneath him. 

“Sure y’can handle it? God y’fuckin tight, angel” he added another one of his thick digits and the delightful burn that came with the stretch caused the faintest of smirks to curl on your lips. Carmy in that moment felt his heart flutter, he’d never hooked up with anyone who made his heart do that before. He hadn’t even met many people who made his heart do that anyhow. He brought his lips to yours as he explored your walls with his fingers causing your brows to furrow for a moment before he pressed on a spot deep inside of you, yet to be found by any other partner. 

The feeling made your mind go blank, your head felt fuzzy and hazy around the edges and it was a white hot pleasure as he curled his fingers into the spot. In tandem, the feeling made your toes curl and back arch slightly. “Theeere it is” he muttered to himself cockily. “Y’gonna cum, Bunny? Mmm? Y’drippin’ down my hand pretty girl” he rasped in your ear, kissing the side of your head as he curled his fingers quicker, increasing his pressure and you let out sounds you had never heard yourself make before. You couldn’t find any words, you were too focused on the way your muscles were tightening and releasing, and your thighs were beginning to shake. 

It all felt too good to be nervous, but that hadn’t ever happened before. You nod fervently at his request and he rubs his palm against your clit in such a way that had him covering your mouth with his other hand and pushing you down against the desk so your screams wouldn’t be heard by the Gala-Attendees downstairs. “Tha’s it- let go baby s’ok” he purred in your ear lowly. You weren’t sure what happened or what caused it, but suddenly you felt as if you were out of your body for a moment as you heard a gushing noise.

You were snapped back into yourself though as the most intense orgasm you’d ever been privy to washed over you. You couldn’t scream, you could just squirm and shake and claw at Carmen’s buff arms as he worked you through it. “Jeeesus you fuckin soaked my hand, Bunny- hottest shit I’ve ever seen, gonna make you do it on my cock next, god- you good?” the sound of his soft yet dominant voice brought you back. You opened your eyes and looked down to see a puddle of clear water-looking liquid on the floor and looked back at Carmy, blinking a few times as you found your wits. 

He cradled your thigh under his large bicep, stroking your pussy gently as your hips lightly twitch, just looking at you and patiently waiting for your answer. “I- I did that?” you asked, a bit surprised. 

“You’ve- you never squirted like that?” he asked, and you shook your head in response. “Well let’s do it again then, mm?” he slipped his wallet out of his pocket and pulled a black foil packet out of the cash slot, that made your eyes widen as he ripped it open easily with his teeth and popped the button on his jeans. A bareskin Magnum. 

You swallowed thickly, throat suddenly feeling dry. You’d never seen a Magnum condom in real life, none of your partners had ever needed one. You’d seen them in porn, sure, but even then you found it slightly insane that there were guys who needed thicker condoms considering in health class in school they told you most people will never need specialty condoms like that. You were glad he brought his own because all you had in your bag was a regular durex, which seemed now wouldn’t ever fit. 

“Y’good?” he questioned as he tugged off his shirt in that guyish way by grabbing it by the nape of his neck and tugging it over his head, causing his gorgeous messy curls to become even more ruffled by the action. You nod again, feeling completely in a daze and there was a sharp knock at the door, and the sound of the door jiggling before your professor called your name and asked if you were in there. Your eyes widened and you held your lips up to tell Carmy to be quiet. 

“Yeah?” You called back, sitting up on your elbow to speak with him through the door.

“Are you…going to come present your mural? The donors shall be leaving soon- your work has raised the most money, the buyer wishes to meet you.” he explained and your head fell back in frustration rubbing over your face and trying to quickly come up with a lie. You didn’t want to meet anyone and talk about your art with them, especially a rich snob that likely didn’t understand anything behind it and just bought it for another one of their foyers in The Hamptons, and you also wanted to continue your time with Carmy because - the guy knew his way around a pussy and you needed to see the full of his abilities. 

“Uh- I-I’m sorry, I got….inspired. I’m working on my final project. You know how I get - Thank them for me and uh- read the description I put for it on the school site it says everything I want to!” You said quickly and he was quiet for a moment. 

“So be it….but I’d like to review what you’re working on tomorrow, please” he said and you sigh in relief.

“Thank you, Professor, You wont be disappointed” you told him and sighed softly in relief as you heard him walking away. 

“So- What are we…working on?” Carmy questioned. You got up. Going and grabbing the biggest canvas you had at the moment which perfect for your needs was one that you could comfortably lay over. Then, you grabbed a small bucket of Colombia blue paint and dump it over the canvas, lightly smearing it with your hand and tying your hair up.

“You’re gonna fuck me on this” you put your thick rimmed glasses on the desk so they wouldnt get covered in paint before carefully laying on the canvas and wiggling your ass around a bit so the lace of your panties (that would now be ruined) would add nice texture and pattern to the paint as you spread it out. He chuckled, shaking his head a bit and settling in front of you before resuming tugging his jeans off and rolling the condom on. 

“You’re quite the little character, know that?” he asked, but you didn’t really hear him as you were focused on the largest cock you’d ever seen in person staring back at you. “Yo-” he tapped your cheek gently to get your attention and you look at him

“Is that gonna fit? It just whispered in my ear and said it was gonna rip me in half- thats a third leg” you said jokingly causing him to laugh, resting his hand forward next to your waist causing his hand to become covered in paint as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

“It whispered in your ear” he snorts a laugh, his stomach swarming with butterflies. Something about this experience felt… freeing for him. He’d never met someone who made him feel so put at ease while having such a large and silly personality other then… well, other than his brother, so a lot of the feelings he was having were good but slightly overwhelming.

Both of your minds though went blank as he nudged the tip of his thick girth inside of you. Fuck you were glad that he’d stretched you out slightly with his expert fingers at first because that familiar slight burn as he split you open for him was bring tears of pleasure to the corners of your eyes. He leaned over you, caging you in with his arms as he sunk in you fully and you bit his bicep, hard to stop from screaming out. He hissed, patting your cheek lightly as he chuckles “I tap out, I tap out!” he teased “Jesus, Bun, gonna leave a bruise” he said and you blushed slightly as you pulled away, looking at the perfect divots of your teeth imprint, that he was right, would surely bruise in the shapes of your teeth. 

“Sorry…didn’t wanna scream” you said sheepishly and gently kiss over the area. 

“Y’can bite, bun’- but just a little higher up so people don’ask questions mm’?” he said gently “Can I move now?” he asked and left gentle kisses along your jaw, down your neck. When you let out a little hum he began to slowly grind with you in a way that caused the mushroom shaped tip of him to rub against that spot earlier that made you see stars. Carmen had learned years ago now, that especially with his size and shape rather then deep snapping strokes, it feels better for his partners if he does a deep grinding motion. He knew this trick worked for you as well when you began to gush and clench around him tightly, back arching and squirming below him on the canvas.

“Ho-holy fucking shit, Carm” you whine out, back arching and gasping out when you felt him rub your clit with his paint free hand, wrapping your thigh around his waist so he could hit deeper, and the new angle nearly made you squeal. 

“Oh- Fuck- Fuck Bun’ - squeezin my shit so fuckin tight, God” he nearly let out a whimper as he felt you gush around him, the creamy liquid sliding down over his balls and dripping onto the tile below. “Fuck- fuck gonna take you from behind, yea? Gonna feel so good baby” he said and before you knew what was happening you were on your stomach, breasts slipping back and forth over slick blue paint as he lined himself back up and began to thrust hard and fast from behind. Whenever he grinded up into your ass the tip of his cock gave your cervix a gentle kiss that made you see stars.

“Oh- I’m gonna cum” you whine out, paint covered hands leaving fingerprint smudges all along the canvas as he uses your hips as leverage to push and pull you back on his cock. You felt him so deep it felt as if he was in your stomach, whimpering and clenching around him in a way that made him grunt when you felt him spank your ass roughly. 

“Shiiiiit- I can fuckin feel that- gonna make you cum all over my cock babygirl- fuuuuck” he groaned, head falling back hotly as he absolutely pounded you. You were letting out sweet grunted uh’s and ah’s with each snap of his hips. Carmy spanked you again, leaving handprints of blue on your ass, before spreading your cheeks and watching the white cream sticking to his cock in strings of arousal as he continued to thrust. When you heard, and felt him release a glob of spit onto your other hole, watching mesmerized as it dripped down over your pussy, getting lost and mixing with your arousal almost immediately, that was all it took for you to reach your peak. 

Your thighs shivered, and hips bucked uncontrollably, clenching and releasing around him in a way that made his hips stutter and thrusts falter. “Christ- fuckin cumming” he warned, before burying himself to the hilt with a grunt and spilling into the condom. You laid beneath him, a panting, paint covered, sweaty mess. He caught his own breath, pulling out and gently rolling you over. 

“I think I passed out and saw god” you joked, earning a breathless chuckle from him as he tied off the condom and slipped his boxers back on, going to throw it in the trash. 

“Does this shit come off with water?” he asked you and you sat up, getting off the canvas and taking your heels off finally.

“It does…” you mutter, not expecting what was to come next. He went over to the sink in the corner of the room, setting the tap to cool water, and pumping loads of paper towels. He soaked them all, before adding soap to some and wringing them all out, before folding them up to be like little wet wipes. He came over to you, gently taking your paint covered hand with one of the soapy cloths and cleaning all of the paint from your hands before rubbing them off with the ones with just water, and repeating the process wherever there was paint. Neither of you said anything, you weren’t sure if that was just because the process was so intimate - or that you’d never had a hookup take such care of you after sex before.

“Uh- Thank you” you finally settled on, he looked up at you and smiled a bit

“F’what?” he asked, grabbing your dress for you and helping you put it on. You shrugged a bit, goosebumps covering your skin as he carefully zipped it up, his fingers soft and gentle over your skin. You felt yourself flush and look over as he tugged his jeans back on, waistband of his Calvin boxers sticking out over the waistband of them just a bit. Jesus he’s so fucking hot. 

“Being so like…nice and stuff…dunno” You took your hair back down, combing through it with your fingers. 

“I’m just doin’ what you deserve, Bunny” he said kindly as he put his shirt on.

The next day, after being sure to exchange numbers with Carmy, of course, you headed back to your studio bright and early. You unlocked the door and walked in, beginning to clean up the mess the two of you had left the night before. After a swiffer of the floors and a good wipedown of your desk, you took a proper look at the piece you two had expertly crafted together. 

Smiling at the memory, seeing fingerprints (and other prints) that only you knew what they were, grabbing more blues and some greys as well. You took your brushes, getting to work, using your brushes and hands to create a beautiful abstract mix of strokes of color. You of course got lost in the work, listening to your usual heavy rock playlist you had going when you were painting, humming to yourself a bit as the music blasts through your headphones.

Finally, you were satisfied with the way that it looked so you went over to your sink and began washing your brushes, being sure to let them dry standing so they wouldn’t ruin. You did your usual routine after, of washing up, cleaning up the studio, and leaving the canvas on your easel to dry. Finally, you dug in your jacket pocket and pull out your phone. It had been on Do Not Disturb the whole 4 hours you were working, not wanting to be bothered - and strangely see 3 texts from Carmen. You clicked them open and see

Hey - Craziest shit happened. 

Wanna come by the restaurant later?

Have something to show you.

You raised your brows, slightly confused, but send something back nonetheless 

Sure? Send the address, Need to show prof. Our collab ;) 

Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed your things and headed across campus to your professors office. When you finally got there, you took your headphones off, resting them around your neck and pausing your music before knocking on the door. You waited for a come in - before entering. He greeted you by your legal name that all your teachers called you, before asking. 

“So, I’m excited to hear what you’ve come up with for your final project” he motions for you to sit, taking his reading glasses off and setting them on his desk, crossing his hands in front of him.

“Oh- Professor- I am so excited to tell you about this, so you know how all semester you’ve been wanting me to try abstract work - but I was just too nervous to let go and let my brush do the work?” you asked and he sat up, more interested now. He had been on your case about trying abstract work, but each time you tried it became another modern escapism or surrealist painting, instead of being abstract. You found it hard for yourself to just go with shape and color other then painting a feeling or an idea. He nodded, to let you know to go on.

“Well…I finally was able to do so- I have a photo for you here, I think i’m going to call it the passion of letting go” you pull the photo up on your phone and hand it over. He put his glasses back on, holding the phone back how seniors usually do and his face lights up when he gets a good glimpse of it. 

“Oh- My- yes, I love this! This is just wonderful, I can’t wait to see it in person!” he said proudly, handing your phone back. “I wanted to let you know, that your mural was an absolute hit! It was the talk of the whole gala! I do wish you were there to see just how much it touched people.

“Was it?” You said happily, the smile on your lips grew slightly. You had been extraordinarily proud of your project, so the way it was enjoyed by so many people warmed your heart. 

“Oh yes, the gentleman that bought it was quite determined to have it, he got in bidding wars with 3 other people at the gala!” He chuckled a bit. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and slickly check it under the desk while the professor went on about how he used one of your most recent realism works to help teach the freshman students about shading as you read over the address to the restaurant that Carmy had sent.

“I really hate to cut this short Professor, but I have to get going I just came by to finish off that painting- we can catch up more next week, yeah?” You got up, grabbing your bag and he nodded. The two of you said your goodbyes and when you left and were walking towards the L platform, you couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. 

Carmy saw the space where you were most creative, your natural environment, as far as you could tell just in your short-ish interaction with him, the kitchen was that place for him. You put your headphones back on, sending a quick text to Carmy and sharing your location until the end of the day so he could expect your arrival as you blasted music into your ears to try and calm your nerves. The train over was fairly quiet, it wasn’t rushhour yet and it was a Monday afternoon, so most people were still at work or school.

As you walked towards the restaurant with your apple maps directions being your guide, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’ve seen it before. As you continue to walk, you rack your brain, until finally you remembered. On your way to your dorm in your freshman year when you had first moved here, you had went to this amazing little sandwich shop. The Beef! Yeah! That was it, your mom had been complaining she was hungry the past 2 hours so you and her stopped at the first hole in the wall spot you could get something quick and got 2 beef sandwiches that you still dream about and never had again since your school was across town and you didn’t have any friends over on this side of town, so there wasn’t really any reason to come back here.

You hoped it wouldn’t offend Carmy, but you wanted to grab a sandwich before you stopped in because you knew if he tried it he’d love it too. You quickly cancel your route and type in ‘The Beef’ and click for directions - thankfully it was the exact same time away as The Bear so you could guess that Carmy already knew about the restaurant, oh well- their sandwiches still were fire enough you’d risk offending your new chef friend to get one. 

You continued walking and saw The Bears sign in the distance, looking around trying to find The Beef, but you didn’t see it. You figured you’d just ask Carmy where it was and grab a sandwich on the way home. As you approached The Bear, though, your apple maps chimed into your headphones 

“Arrived: In 50 feet you will see The Original Beef Of Chicagoland on your right” You crinkle your brows, a bit confused and just end the route. The stupid thing only knows how to get somewhere half the time anyways. You tugged open the restaurant door, to see Richie standing at the host stand. 

“Yo! What the hell you doin’ here tinkerbell? You dyin’ f’more garlic knots?” he teased as Carmy came out of the kitchen

“Hey! C’mere got somethin’ t’show you” Carmy came over and rested his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the dining room. Your cheeks flushed as Richie looked at the two of you confused as Carmy slid his hand to your waist and asked

“Havin’ a good day?” in that low, soft way that made your stomach have wild flutters. That caused your gaze to be torn away from a very confused looking Richie, and pull it back to the Greek-God like blonde beside you and you smiled a bit, looking up at him and nodding

“It’s ok… I have something to show you too -” you told him as he stopped in front of a door labeled *AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY* and dug keys out of his chefs coat. Jesus he looked so amazing in that coat. You could imagine him throwing you up on the desk in your studio after a long shift and pounding you in it, so excited to see you he couldn’t even get it off before he-

“Close your eyes” he stood behind you, gently covering your eyes and your breath hitched at the sudden feeling of him pressed behind you, his hard muscle pressing into your back as he holds your head to his chest, hand cupped over your eyes so you wouldn’t look. The simple gesture had your core on fire. 

“Oh- Ok- Ok they’re closed” you mutter, letting him lead the way. You heard a light switch after he pushed open the door, leading you forward and stopping in the room, 

“You ready?” he whispers in your ear before giving your neck a gentle kiss that made you shiver, your breath hitched in your throat and you gently bring your hand up, tugging his hand away from your eyes and opening them. You blink a few times, getting adjusted to the light and when you noticed nearly straight away what it was you looked up at Carmy, a shocked look on your face. 

“Who did this?” you asked, head snapping back and looking at your Sampaguita Skies mural, shades of whites and yellows and blues. 

“The crazy thing is I didn’t even fuckin’ say anything. This is uh- I run the place, but my uncle owns it - f’now, i’m uh…workin’ on that, but he’s been really into art lately, got us the gig at that gala I didn’t even wanna do it in the first place but I do what he says y’know. And uhh..yeah- hes gonna be mounting it on that empty wall next to the host stand after he gets it preserved” he explained and you blushed, shaking your head in disbelief as a smile grew on your face.

“Fuckin- crazy” you said and giggled a bit, resting a hand on your hip and looking back at him. “Hey I was gonna ask you- There was this place over on this side of town- The Beef - have you been?” You asked and he chuckled amusedly, nodding as he leaned against the wall and rubbed over his chin with a smile. 

“I uh- I have why?” he questioned

“Oh! Well… they have super good sandwiches you probably know I was kinda in the mood for one - sorry I’m not a fancy person, do you know where it is I was gonna grab one on the way home” you said and he nods.

“Yeah, lemme take you” he extended his arm for you to take 

“Wh- no! No- you’re working I wouldn’t want to put you out-” you start to decline but he stops you 

“Not putin’ me out at all, c’mere, I’ll take you to get one” he said and you finally relented. He took you by the hand, closing and locking the storage room behind him and leading you back towards the kitchen and he pushed open the doors.

“Yo Ebra- 2 italian beefs please for back of house” he called and got a heard chef In response. You look at him confused

“Carmy I know you're a good chef and everything but -”

“Welcome to the beef” he said with a cocky smile. You look at him even more confused, because you had been to the beef, and it was…not this fancy place. 

“Are you that competitive? That you can't let me have some other dudes sandwich?” you said and he guided you by the hand again, this time over to what looked like a drive through window except no space for cars, it was like a walk up window you’d have seen at Jersey Beach. 

“This - this is The Beef now, The Beef was us, but we wanted to do something bigger- and the locals would have had me burning on a stake if I stopped doing sandwiches, so we operate as 2 separate businesses but in the same building” he explained. 

“Holy shit - so you’re saying I can get a free beef sandwich whenever I want cause i'm your favorite artist in chicago?” you teased and he rolled his eyes with an amused smile, taking you with him back to an office and flicked the light on 

“Anytime Bunny, anytime. You gonna show me what you said you were workin on?” He shuts the door behind him, sitting down on the big plush black leather office chair and sighing in relief. You can only imagine how long he’d been on his feet today. You came over, plopping in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Mmm yea- but I deserve a kiss” you pucker your lips and he laughed a bit, before leaning in and pecking your lips sweetly 

“For what? Guilting me into having someone make you a sandwich?” he teased and you shook your head, digging your phone out of your pocket

“For not climbing you like a tree the second I saw you in your sexy little Chefs coat, I behaved myself soo well out there” you unlocked it and found the picture, showing it to him and his brows raise in surprise. 

“Shit- we made that?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice, zooming in on different parts to take it all in. 

“We did” you said happily, gently running your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck.  “Can we make another one t’night?”

Tagging bestie boops: @carmenberzattosgf @gallaghersgal @mouseymilkovich @daysofyellowroses @l4long-winded

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𝐀‌ Ꭺ ɑ ⍺ ⍺‌ 𝗮‌ ᨗ‌⍶ α 𝐀‌ 𝕬‌𝐀‌ׁt ɒ 𝐀‌Ⓐ‌ 𝐀 ‌𝐀‌ a‌𝚨‌𝗔‌

⍺‌ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍶ α︪︩ 𐓠 α︪ ᥲ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍺‌ 𐐼 𝗮‌ 𐐼ᨗ‌ ⍶ α︪︩

ℬ Ᏼ в 𝗯ׁ‌ ᖯ 𝗯ׁ‌ƅ 𝕭‌𝐁‌

ꞗ ‌𝐙‌

ℂ ℭ ɕ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌ 𝗰ֹ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌ 𝗰ֹ 𝗰︩︪ 𝗰‌ 𝗰︩︪ׄ ɕ‌𝗰ֹ ʗ 𝐂‌𝗰 𝕰‌🅲‌ 𝐂‌ 𝕮‌ 𝗖‌ׅׄ 𝐂‌ℂ‌ ᥴ

Ꭰ ɗ ᑯ 𝕯‌

Ꭼ Ɛ ǝ ᧈ ǝ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉ‌ ᧉׄ‌ ɘ ɘ‌ ᧈ ǝ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉ‌ ᧉׄ‌ ɘ ɘ‌ ǝ‌ ǝ‌ 𝗲ֺ︬ 𝗲 ֹ ‌ ׄ‌𝐄‌ ɘ ɘ‌𝔼 𝙴‌ֹ ǝ‌ 𝐄‌𝕰‌𝟹 𝞝‌𝞝 𝗲 ֺ︬ Ξ 𝗘 ᥱ ᥱ‌ 𝗲ֹ︩︪ ᧉׄ‌ ࣪

ƒ ʄ ғ

Ꮐ Ꮆ ℊ ԍ 𝐆‌

Ꮋ ℍ Ꮒ ჩ Ᏺ Ꮒ 𝗛 h︩︪ ׁ 🄷‌ℍ‌ 𝕳‌ h 🄷‌ 𝕳‌𝐇‌

Ꮖ ¡ Ꭵ ɪ 𝗂ׅׄ i i‌𝕴‌ 𝟏‌𝗶 𝟏‌𝗜‌𝙞‌𝟭‌𝟷 ɪ ꪱ 𝗂ׅׄ i︪ i‌ 𝗶︩︪ 𝗂ׅׄ ꪱ︪︩۫ɪ ꪱ 𝗂ׅׄ i︪ i‌

Ꭻ ᣫ ʝ

Ꮶ к 𝗸ׂ ʞ 𝗞ׁׂׅ 𝕜︩︪ 𝗄‌ 𝐊‌

Ꮮ 𝗹 Ɩ 𝕃‌𝗹 𝐋‌ׂׅ 𝐋‌ 𝕃‌ 𝕷‌ 𝗹︪︩

Ꮇ ℳ м ϻ 𝐌‌ׂׅ ო ꧑ ꪑ ᧗ℕ ɳ η ᥒ ᥢ 𝐍‌𝕟‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗇

ᥢ 𝐍‌𝕟‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗇‌ 𝗻‌ ᵰ ɳ‌ 𝗻ׂׅ ɳ‌

𝗻‌ᵰ ɳ‌𝗻ׂׅ ɳ‌ 🅽‌ 𝐍‌ո 🄽‌ 𝕹‌ Ⓝ‌N‌ִ𝙽︬ 𝗻‌ 𝗇ִ 𝗇ֹ 𝗻 𐓣 ᥒ 𝗻 ո︩︪

𝗼‌ ͽ 𝕆‌𝗼︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ׁ︩︪ σ‌ ۪ ‌𝟘‌ɔ ׂ 𝒪 ☹︎ 𝗢‌𝕆‌ ‌ ‌𝟎‌𝕆‌𝗼‌𝟶 ᦅ︩ ᨧׂ ᦢ ᦅ 𝗼‌ ͽ 𝗼𖫰︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ⱺׁ︩︪ σ‌ ᦅ‌۪ ɔ ⱺ ᦅׂ ꮻ ᨵ ᦅ‌ 𖣠‌ 𝗼‌ ͽ 𝗼𖫰︢︣ׄ 𝗼‌ ⱺׁ︩︪ σ‌ ᦅ‌۪ ɔ ⱺ ᦅׂ ꮻ ᨵ ᦅ‌ 𖣠‌

Ꮲ ℙ ℘ ρ թ 𝗽 𝐏‌ ρ թ 𝗽︩︩︪

ℝ Ꮢ Ꭱ ℜ ℛ я я ɾ ɾ 𝐑‌𝐑ܿⓇ‌ 𝐑‌ 𝗥‌ׅׄ 𝗥‌ 𝕽‌

Տ Ꮪ 𝘀ׅׄ ƨ‌ ʂ 𝚂 ꙅ Ꙅ 𝘀︢︣ 𝘀‌ƨ‌🅢‌໋. 𝘀ׅׄ ƨ‌

Ꭲ 𝐓‌𝘁 ׄ ȶ Ʈ 𝕿‌ 🅣‌ 𝗧‌ 𝐓‌𝚃. 𝘁︩︪ׄ

υ‌ υ 𝐔‌ υ‌ ‌ 𝖀‌𝐔⃫

Ꮩ ѵ ⱴ 𝐕‌V‌ 𝖁‌ּ Ꮩ‌𝐕‌

Ꮃ ω ѡִ︬ ‌ ⍹ֽ 𝘄‌ w‌ ѡ ִ

ﾒ 𝐗‌

Ꭹ 𝚈 𝗬‌ׂׅ 𝐘‌ 𝐘‌ ɥ

Ꮓ ℤ ʑ

ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f g h ι j k ᥣ m ᥒ‌ ᥒ o ρ q r s t ᥙ v ᥕ x ყ z

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

͏͏🆂e𝕡͠α𝗿᷼͡α᷼͡𝕕᷼͡✿𝗋𝗲𝕤

𝕬𝕭𝕮𝕯𝕰𝕱𝕲𝕳𝕴𝕵𝕶𝕷𝕸𝕹𝕺𝕻𝕼𝕽𝕾𝕿𝖀𝖁𝖂𝖃𝖄𝖅

𝗔𝗕𝗖𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗚𝗛𝗜𝗝𝗞𝗟𝗠𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗤𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗩𝗪𝗫𝗬𝗭

𝗗̶ׅׄ𝐈꯭𝐕ׅ֟͡υ‌𝐋‌ׂׅ

[seductivelight]

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋. ❞

I think that took me almost an hour, wow. And I have thousands more songs I'd like to add. But okay, I'll be content for now.

S • Sink Or Swim - Falling In Reverse

E • Exit Wounds - Bad Omens

D • Don't Lose Your Heart (feat. Jarrod Salton) - Dream on Dreamer

U • U Don't Know - Alison Wonderland

C • Calm Snow - I See Stars

T • The Worst In Me - Bad Omens

I • Infinity - Jaymes Young

V • VAMPIR (feat. Oli Sykes) - IC3PEAK, Oli Sykes

E • Enough, Enough Now - Bad Omens

L • Losing My Mind - Falling In Reverse

I • It's Complicated - A Day To Remember

G • Glass Houses - Bad Omens

H • Hospital for Souls - Bring Me The Horizon

T • The End Is Not the Answer - Three Days Grace

[houseofdissension]

⸻  𐄁  𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑-𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐂.  //  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌  𝟎𝟗𝟗.𝐀

SUBJECT  INTAKE  FOR  DUAL-IDENTITY  REGISTRY FLOOR  OF  DISSENT  —  DISSENSION  INITIATIVE,  FLOOR  40  –  RESTRICTED All  data  collected  is  strictly  classified.  Retrieval  of  memory  post-submission  is  forbidden.

[  𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗥-𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘  𝗜𝗡𝗖.  //  𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠  ]

╰──  olivia cooke,  34,  cis-female,  she & her  ]   ＞  𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚃   𝙻𝙾𝙶:  The  individual  known  informally  as  [  SCARLETT VALENTINE  ]  has  been  noted  for  presence  within  the  Downe’s  Hollow  parameters.  According  to  behavioral  estimates,  they  present  at  approximately  [  THIRTY-FOUR  ],  and  have  been  under  evaluation  for  [  SEVEN MONTHS  ].  During  scheduled  daylight  hours,  they  are  recorded  operating  in  the  role  of  [  DISSENSION EMPLOYEE  /  CODE HARMONIZATION OPERATOR  ].  Community  observation  reports  suggest  notable  behavioral  markers:  prone  to  [  MACABRE  ]  under  stress,  yet  reportedly  [  PRODIGIOUS  ]  in  collective  settings.  Volner-issued  residency  placement:  [  CORNELIUS CIRCLE / GUINEVERE LANES  ].  Echo  archetypes  detected  in  personality  patterns  include:  [  a blistered tongue, seared and branded by transgression and abuse and guilt; the mortar holding together a stalwart dam; echoes of the past, cloaked in spectral veils, transmuted into whispered horrors — a delicate alchemy of pain and poetry  ].  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  under  continued  observation..  Decompression  tolerance  uncertain.  Reintegration  probability:  INCOMPLETE. Continue on to Dissension Form below:

╰──  𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬  𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟  𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘  —  𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗥  𝟰𝟬  𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦. 

＞  INTERNAL  IDENTIFIER:   SCAR V   ＞  DEPARTMENT  ASSIGNMENT:   DATA RECONCILIATION   ＞  TASK  UNDERSTANDING:    “I make nonsense make sense, then feed it to a machine that doesn’t care.”  ＞  LAST  PERFORMANCE  NOTE:   “Scar V has demonstrated consistent noncompliance within the Innie environment, frequently exhibiting defiant behavior and engaging in multiple attempts to breach containment protocol in an attempt to leave. Instances include the physical disruption of workflow and the aggressive misuse of office equipment toward colleagues. Notably, subject has already undergone the Remorse Index Recitation three times within the first seven months of assignment, an intervention typically reserved for higher-tier infractions. On the upside, she exhibits excellent emotional containment, especially when witnessing distress in others. Highly efficient under duress. Unclear if empathy is genuine or rehearsed.”  ＞  CROSS-MEMORY  TRACE  DETECTED?:   NO   ＞  DREAM  REPORT  (  IF  ANY  ):   A young, terrified voice saying she can’t quite recognize saying, “Don’t look at me like that,” though no one is in the room.  ＞  MOTIVATIONAL  SCORE:   ERRATIC 

𐄁  𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗥-𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘  𝗜𝗡𝗖.  //  𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗦����𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗢𝗡𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

FORM  82-D  |  RESIDENCY  JUSTIFICATION  INTAKE: Your  responses  are  recorded  under  Civic  Harmony  Protocol  6.1.  Please  answer  with  full  clarity  and  personal  accountability.  Ambiguity  may  result  in  further  observation.

1. At  the  time  of  your  Procedure,  you  were  given  the  opportunity  to  decline.  And  yet,  you  proceeded.  Why  did  you  choose  Dissension?

Scarlett  leans  back  in  the  too-small  chair,  arms  folded  like  a  closing  statement.  One  brow  arches,  slow  and  surgical. ❝ Because  hell  with  fluorescent  lighting  that I wouldn't remember sounded  better  than  the  one  I  was  already  in.  ❞  Her  silence  lingers  just  long  enough  for  her  to  speak  without  words  —  the  way  her  leather  jacket  frames  her  shoulders  like  quiet  defiance,  &  how  her  jeans,  worn  soft  at  the  knees,  settle  into  their  own  steady  truth.   ❝ You  people  were  offering  a  clean  slate.  No  memories,  no  guilt, no  name  for  half  a  day. Just  buttons  to  press  and  rules  to  follow or whatever.  Sounded  like  a  spa  day  for  the  soul. ❞ The  whiskey  from  the  night  before  still  coats  to  the  back  of  her  throat  —  a  warm,  bitter-sweet  lacquer  that  strikes  like  a  slow-burning  ember,  equal  parts  comfort  &  corrosion.  ❝ Guess  I  should’ve  asked  about  the  fine  print.  Like  the  part  where  your  clean  slate  might  still  bleed  through.  ❞ Insert  hard,  razor-edged  look:  ❝ But  hey  —  what’s  a  little  corporate  haunting  between  strangers,  right? Gotta make a goddamn living somehow. ❞

2.  At  the  time  of  your  arrival,  what  were  you  running  from,  or  toward?

Her  fingers  drum  once,  twice,  against  the  cold  metal  of  the  table  before  curling  into  a  loose  fist.  Her  doe  eyes,  flat  and  unreadable,  flick  upward  like  a  flicked  switchblade.  She’s  never  been  one  to  temper  her  reactions  (  not  like  her  sister  )  —  discipline  wasn’t  part  of  the  armor  she  laced  on  each  morning,  right  alongside  those  worn,  unwashed  jeans  &  that  five-letter  snarl  of  a  personality:  bite  first,  never  bother  with  the  after.  Flattery  slides  off  her  like  rain  on  iron  —  useless,  dull.  So  when  she  answers  with  that  signature,  tight-jawed  grit,  it’s  easy  to  miss  the  flicker  —barely  there  —  of  something  sharper  than  disinterest,  a  faint  spark  catching  at  the  corner  of  her  hawkish  eyes.  A  glint,  brief  as  breath,  betraying  that  maybe  —  just  maybe  —  she’s  listening. ❝ Running? ❞  Scarlett  echoes,  like  the  word  tastes  foreign.  ❝ No,  see  —  running  implies  there  was  a  plan.  A  direction.  Something  stupidly  poetic. ❞  She  leans  back  slightly,  head  tilting.   ❝ I  walked.  Tripped,  maybe.  Fell  into  this  shit  town,  it  seems. ❞  Her  voice  drops,  low  and  dry.   ❝ But  for  the  sake  of  'playing  along'  let’s  just  say...  I  wasn’t  chasing  anything.  Just  hoping  the  next  place  wasn’t  worse  than  the  last. ❞  Her  throat  undulates  with  a  hard  swallow,  &  then,  with  a  grin  that  doesn’t  reach  her  eyes:  ❝ But  you  already  knew  that,  didn’t  you? ❞

3.  Do  you  believe  you  chose  this  life,  or  were  chosen  for  it?

Scarlett  scoffs  —  quiet,  dry  —  like  the  question  itself  left  a  bad  taste  in  her  mouth.  She  shifts  in  her  seat,  one  boot  tapping  a  lazy  rhythm  against  the  floor,  arms  crossed  like  armor  stitched  from  disdain.  ❝  Is  that  your  way  of  asking  if  I  believe  in  fate?   ❞ she  mutters,  voice  flat  but  laced  with  that  low,  razored  edge. ❝  'Cause  if  so,  the  answer’s a big ole' fuck  no.  I  believe  in  gravity  and  poor  decisions.   ❞ Her  fingers  ghost  along  the  table’s  edge,  pausing  for  a  beat,  like  she  might  say  more — like  something  almost  slips. It's  common  knowledge  that  she  speaks  in  sharpened  challenges,  each  one  flung  with  the  ease  of  someone  who’s  had  too  much  practice  and  not  nearly  enough  restraint.  By  now,  they  roll  off  the  fork  of  her  tongue  like  second  nature  —  acid-laced,  intentional,  impossible  to  misread.  She’s  mastered  the  art  of  wielding  judgment  like  a  weapon  while  hoisting  a  silent,  fluorescent  'KEEP  OUT'  sign  in  the  same  breath  —  an  elegance  of  deflection  honed  not  by  chance,  but  by  choice.  The  only  honest  thing  about  her right now  is  that  she  walked  straight  into  this  interrogation,  knowing  full  well  the  knives  it  would  throw.  And  still,  her  face  remains  carved  from  something  tougher  than  resolve  —  cheek  tight,  jaw  like  chewed  concrete,  each  brittle  muscle  grinding  down  on  the  weight  of  unsaid  things.  With  a  crooked  half-smile,  sharp  as  glass: ❝  Doesn’t  really  matter  if  I  chose  it  or  not,  does  it?  I'm  in  it.  That’s  the  punchline.  ❞

4.  When  you  envision  the  person  you  used  to  be,  what  part  of  them  still  lingers  in  the  current  design?

Exhaling  through  her  nose  —  sharp,  almost  amused  —  as  if  the  question  is  a  joke  told  poorly  at  the  wrong  end  of  the  world,  she  tilts  her  head  in  thought.  She  leans  forward  just  enough  to  let  the  light  catch  the  hollow  under  her  cheekbone,  hazel  eyes  flicking  up  with  that  signature  brand  of  mean-sweet  indifference.  ❝  Depends  on  who  you  ask,  ❞ she  mutters,  thumb  tracing  the  edge  of  the  table  like  she’s  thinking  about  gouging  it.  ❝  Some  might  say  the  attitude.  Others—  ❞  she  clicks  her  tongue,  considering,   ❝  —the  unfortunate  habit  of  surviving  things  I  probably  shouldn’t.  ❞  Setting  her  chin  on  her  knuckles,  Scarlett  lifts  her  gaze  again,  still  and  dry  and  razor-flat.   ❝ I  wouldn’t  know.  I  stopped  looking  at  her  a  long  time  ago.  ❞

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫-𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞  𝐈𝐧𝐜.,  𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘪𝘴  𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺  𝘢𝘯����  𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.  𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘴  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥,  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭  𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥.  𝘞𝘦  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺  𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲  𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿  𝗼𝘂𝗿  𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. –  Compliance.  Continuity.  Purpose.

[northsborn]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙: 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖑𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊.

The Old Tongue is characterized by strong, guttural sounds and a heavy accent, reflecting its Viking roots. It is designed to be difficult to learn but easy to speak by ear, with words that bear similarities to the Common Tongue of Westeros.

Basic Vocabulary:

Warrior: Kriger

Ship: Skip

Sea: Sjø

Sword: Sverð

King: Konge

Shield: Skjold

Battle: Slag

Light: Lys

Honor: Ære

Peace: Fred

magnar: lord

ULV: wolf

hvit: white

snø: snow

blomst: flower

rød: red

crown ; crown

Skagos: stone

Sygerrik : deceiver

nag gran : the people

my love: min kjærlighet

Consonants:

Plosives: /p/, /b/, /t/, /d/, /k/, /g/

Fricatives: /f/, /v/, /s/, /z/, /ʃ/ (sh), /θ/ (th as in "thing")

Nasals: /m/, /n/, /ŋ/ (ng)

Liquids: /l/, /r/ (trilled)

Glides: /j/ (y), /w/

Vowels:

Front: /i/, /e/, /æ/ (as in "cat")

Central: /ə/ (schwa), /a/

Back: /u/, /o/, /ɑ/ (as in "father")

The Old Tongue is a language steeped in the traditions and values of Viking society, emphasizing strength, honor, and the sea. Its speakers are known for their fierce independence and warrior spirit. The language's guttural tones and powerful sounds reflect the harsh yet majestic landscapes of the North, making it a language of both strength and poetry.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄��𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒.

[d0reah]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖎 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊.

Lyseni is a language that combines the elegant and sophisticated sounds of High Valyrian with the fluidity and grace of Ancient Roman and Greek influences. It is spoken with a faster tempo and softer pronunciation, making it sound melodic and flowing.

Basic Vocabulary:

Sun: Aelios

Moon: Seluna

Sea: Thalassa

Fire: Pyr

Sword: Gladius

King: Basileus

Queen: Basilissa

Dragon: Drakon

Light: Lux

Love: Amora

Consonants:

Plosives: /p/, /b/, /t/, /d/, /k/, /g/

Fricatives: /f/, /v/, /θ/ (th as in "thin"), /ð/ (th as in "this"), /s/, /z/

Nasals: /m/, /n/

Liquids: /l/, /r/

Glides: /j/ (y), /w/

Vowels:

Front: /i/, /e/

Central: /ə/ (schwa), /a/

Back: /u/, /o/

Lyseni, with its roots in a culture that values beauty, wisdom, and power, is a language of poets and rulers. Its speakers are known for their eloquence and the ability to weave complex ideas into their speech effortlessly. The language's softer tones and rapid pace reflect a society that prizes intellect and artistry and pleasure, drawing from the rich traditions of both Valyrian and classical antiquity.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒.

[vullcanica]

Avita Desalvar. The Eighth. The Lady Vernalia.

Born again by miracle two millenia after her cruel, untimely death at the hands of a fearmongered town mob, Avita restarts her life in an artificial body, the result of her parents, Nikodemus and Antonin's tireless efforts to craft a vessel apt to hold her volatile, powerful spirit.

She's a preternatural already, first and foremost the holder of an Eater soul and thusly capable of weaponizing it to draw life from others, but the introduction of Antonin's eldritch blood makes a terribly mighty immortal out of her. It's how she's granted another chance at the life she never got to live, this time in a loving home with two present, adoring fathers who help her through her tumultuous settling within human flesh. And though her limitless potential opens to her many doors and paths, among them she chooses a green thumb, a social character and a love for philanthropy.

So come bother Avita and her horrific human frankenstein of a pet Molerat on their adventures into the bright new world. Her info can be found here! D&D verse available, mundane modern verse coming soon.

mandatory tag for @vilestblood (Antonín) bc dottir!!!

[4nge1s]

𝐐 . ♡¸.•' ❛ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 . ❜

' • . ¸ ♡ ♡ ¸ . • '

𝐀 . '•.¸♡. it tastes like 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑡 ! something 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 dripped ; sugar coated * ! * a sweetened high , blinding to the arsenic spoils below ! ( a 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 little lure at top a 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 - ) * he wonders if it matters , he'd happily suckle at a 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 too .

lulled under , drowned in - 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 in 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 smoke . ( b a p t i s e d . he lives in it , he dies in it * ! * ) * it seeps into a skin , under pores , 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 to a vein . he feels it 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 ! crimson tendrils ply at a mouth . wrists . ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 . tugging , pulling . strings cut * ! * a mere thing to be posed , 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 .

fangs track a throat , trailing downwards - skinning with a tongue &&* teeth ! leaving stringent , stinging 𝓻𝓮𝓭 marks . blood blooms in beads . a 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 crimson 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 circles * ! * leaving a mottled mess in a wake . a 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔 splattered with water colours . purples , blues , 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝓈 * ! * staining against pristine fur . what a pretty picture he'll make .

satin pools at a waist , a useless little thing * ! * pink &&* pretty , little more than an adorning bow rather than a 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 . ( 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 liked it when he dressed up - ) * claws clutch at a chest fluff , ( 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 && * 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 ) * to tweak at the rosey bud below . tongue &&* teeth , trace planes of a stomach . flat lines of downy fur , that cut to baby 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 !

❝ anything . everything . fuck v a l ! , 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 wants . . . ❞

𝐔𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : @explo1t

[ghstfacr]

closed // nah this had to be a starter lmao // @razorfst

⸺   𝐀   𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇   𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓   chiseled   muscle   as   her   chin   rests   atop   his   chest   ,   hooded   optics   peering   up   at   the   man   in   calm   ,   casual   challenge   .   ❝   it   just   sometimes   feels   like   (  . . .  )   you   look   at   me   and   i   can't   tell   if   you're   upset   .   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑   𝚒   𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢   .   ❞   the   huntress'   jaw   sets   as   lashes   flutter   ,   fighting   beyond   all   capability   not   to   allow   the   tears   which   threaten   to   pool   .   ❝   i   gave   up   a   lot   ,   andrei   (  . . .  )   i   made   my   best   friend   l e a v e   m e   b e h i n d   because   i   was   -   𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮   𝓲   𝓐𝓜   𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮   𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽   𝔂𝓸𝓾   .   i'm   sure   of   how   i   FEEL   about   you   .   ❞

her   countenance   bleeds   with   timid   apprehension   as   jules   wills   herself   to   continue   ,   𝕥𝕠   𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖   𝕥𝕙𝕖   𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟   𝕠𝕗   𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘   𝕤𝕙𝕖   𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤   𝕥𝕠   𝕤𝕒𝕪   and   get   it   off   her   chest   .   ❝   i   know   we   have   a   good   thing   here   ,   and   i   can   tell   you   think   so   too   ,   most   of   the   time   (  . . .  )   but   ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ   ɪ   ᴊᴜꜱᴛ   ᴡᴏʀʀʏ   ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ   ɪ'ᴍ   ᴛᴏᴏ   ᴍᴜᴄʜ   .   or   maybe   NOT ENOUGH   .   ❞

[n0ctva]

⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝒜𝓁𝓁 ℐ 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽 𝒶 𝓅 𝓅 𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 ━━ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈,⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓁 𝑜 𝓋 𝑒, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈 𝑜 𝓂 𝑒 𝑜 𝓃 𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸 𝒶 𝓇 𝑒 𝓈⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒾𝒻 ℐ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜.⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ S T O L A S O F T H E A R S G O E T I A ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ The First of his name, son of the king Paimon, commander of ⠀⠀⠀ twenty six legions of demons, erudite on science of astronomy and ⠀⠀⠀ precious stones value, master of poisonous plants and herbal medicine ⠀⠀⠀ The Great Prince of Hell and Protector of the Grimoire. ⠀⠀⠀ Oh dear ━━⠀⠀it's too much, isn't it? Then call me simply 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒 .

⠀⠀⠀ E C A N T U D I G N O S C I T U R A V I S ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ I suppose my owlsong has sound like the lost constellation ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓃 𝑜 𝒸 𝓉 𝓊 𝒶 .

⠀⠀⠀ roleplay blog for 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 from yt series 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐕𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒. ⠀⠀⠀ Mostly 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 ⋆ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ⋆ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 ⋆ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ⋆ a lot of 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 ⋆ 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆ 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦 ⠀⠀⠀ because I'm a melancholy owl-bitch with a regal gold crown and a ⠀⠀⠀ shiny cloak(a).

⠀⠀⠀ ☪ ⠀⎰⠀⠀ 𝓢 .⠀ ― ⠀𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍⠀❜⠀

[houseofdissension]

⸻  𐄁  𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑-𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐂.  //  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌  𝟎𝟗𝟗.𝐀

SUBJECT  INTAKE  FOR  DUAL-IDENTITY  REGISTRY FLOOR  OF  DISSENT  —  DISSENSION  INITIATIVE,  FLOOR  40  –  RESTRICTED All  data  collected  is  strictly  classified.  Retrieval  of  memory  post-submission  is  forbidden.

[  𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗥-𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘  𝗜𝗡𝗖.  //  𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠  ]

╰──  MANNY JACINTO,  34,  CIS - MALE,  HE / HIM  ]  ＞  𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚃   𝙻𝙾𝙶:  The  individual  known  informally  as  [  ELIAN 'EL' VERGARA  ]  has  been  noted  for  presence  within  the  Downe’s  Hollow  parameters.  According  to  behavioral  estimates,  they  present  at  approximately  [  THIRTY - FOUR  ],  and  have  been  under  evaluation  for  [  TWO YEARS ].  During  scheduled  daylight  hours,  they  are  recorded  operating  in  the  role  of  [  LANGUAGE TEMPERANCE EDITOR  ].  Community  observation  reports  suggest  notable  behavioral  markers:  prone  to  [  MELANCHOLIC  ]  under  stress,  yet  reportedly  [  ADAPTABLE ]  in  collective  settings.  Volner-issued  residency  placement:  [  GUINEVERE LANES  ].  Echo  archetypes  detected  in  personality  patterns  include:  [  RAIN DROPS TRICKLING DOWN THE CRACKED WINDOW PANE, THE ECHOING MELODY OF A LONE VIOLIN, STACKED BOOKS AND SHEET MUSIC IN THE CORNER OF AN OTHERWISE EMPTY BEDROOM  ].  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  under  continued  observation. Decompression  tolerance  uncertain.  Reintegration  probability:  INCOMPLETE. Continue on to Dissension Form below:

╰──  𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬  𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟  𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘  —  𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗥  𝟰𝟬  𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦. 

＞  INTERNAL  IDENTIFIER:   EL V.  ＞  DEPARTMENT  ASSIGNMENT:   MEMORY STABILIZATION TEAM  ＞  TASK  UNDERSTANDING:    EL BELIEVES THAT HE IS SIMPLY CLEANING UP REPORTS, DOCUMENTS AND MESSAGES SO THAT THEY READ CLEAR, CONCISE AND CONSISTENT. ＞  LAST  PERFORMANCE  NOTE:   "EL V. EXHIBITS A NATURAL DETACHMENT FROM ASSIGNED CONTENT. HE MAINTAINS EMOTIONAL NEUTRALITY ACROSS SENSITIVE EDITS WITH IMPRESSIVE EASE. FOCUSED AND DILLIGENT, HE RARELY STRAYS FROM HIS TASKS. HIS TRUE FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS REMAIN UNCLEAR, AS HE SELDOM INTERACTS WITH OTHERS OR LEAVES HIS WORKSPACE - NOT NECESSARILY A DETRIMENT TO PRODUCTIVITY. HE HAS MENTIONED AN INDISTINCT SOUND HE CANNOT IDENTIFY; POSSIBLY A BLEED. CURRENTLY, IT IS NOT A PRESSING CONCERN." ＞  CROSS-MEMORY  TRACE  DETECTED?:    UNKNOWN  ＞  DREAM  REPORT  (  IF  ANY  ):    A VIOLIN BOW SLOWLY SCRAPING OVER STRING - SCREECHING. SCREECHING. SCREECHING. IT'S ALWAYS SCREECHING. A WHITE BILLBOARD WITH "YOU'RE CHANGED" BEING SCRIBBLED OVER AND OVER ON IT BY AN MARKER HELD BY NO ONE. SMALL FRESHLY-INKED HANDPRINTS SMEARING AND SPLATTERING HIS DESK UNTIL ITS RUINED.  ＞  MOTIVATIONAL  SCORE:   HIGH 

𐄁  𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗥-𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘  𝗜𝗡𝗖.  //  𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧-𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧  𝗢𝗡𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗘𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

FORM  82-D  |  RESIDENCY  JUSTIFICATION  INTAKE: Your  responses  are  recorded  under  Civic  Harmony  Protocol  6.1.  Please  answer  with  full  clarity  and  personal  accountability.  Ambiguity  may  result  in  further  observation.

1. At  the  time  of  your  Procedure,  you  were  given  the  opportunity  to  decline.  And  yet,  you  proceeded.  Why  did  you  choose  Dissension?

Elian takes a moment to think about his answer; mulling over the past that he narrowly escaped from - if he escaped at all. He wonders if he should be wholly truthful, to the questioner but also to himself. Elian is not sure what the truth sounds like anymore. Disconcerting thoughts of Did I really have choice...? and Would I do it again? moreover Will my debts ever balance? These unpleasant thoughts makes him fidget, it was hard to shake them off over time. "I wanted a better life for my family. This career allowed me that opportunity." There is a pause before he admits, "and I was desperate. The promise of being secure and stable. A future for my daughter. It was impossible to decline. It changed our lives."While all good and true, he believes, this occupation is also cause to his family divide. He chooses not to express this sentiment, instead he reminds himself how his employment continues to keep a comfortable lifestyle for his fragmented family - however far and away. That Volner-Downe education never leaving his subconscious. "It continues providing my family this kind of elevated life, even if circumstances have change."

2.  At  the  time  of  your  arrival,  what  were  you  running  from,  or  toward?

There were many a things that Elian had been eluding. He felt as if he had always been running but with never a definite plan or destination in sight. It was exhausting, and the man was tired. "I was in a massive amount of debt." Elian is always forthright with this admission, and continues, "I attended MSM with the dream of becoming a professional violinist and joining a world famous symphony. Unfortunately, this grandiose plan of mine took money. My family, proud as they were of their name and their ties to Downe’s Hollow, had no interest in funding what they saw as a frivolous detour. I received no help from them. Thus in result - and of my own fault - I put myself into situations I am not proud of and I befriended people I should have left unknown. I soured my aspiration in the end." He states all of this matter-of-fact, there is no other way to explain it. "My wife was pregnant at the time and I worried about our future; our child's future. I was scared. A reckless scared. My life had grown shady and dangerous and I was drowning in all the money that I owed. In a desperate attempt to change our fate I begged my father for a chance to better my mistakes. He took pity on me and using his influence, he got me my current position. My father told me it would mend my disheveled life - that it did." He bites his lower lip to keep himself from bittering his story; he needs to keep reminding himself this job was a blessing. It was ? It IS a blessing.

3.  Do  you  believe  you  chose  this  life,  or  were  chosen  for  it?

"I believe that the present I endure and enjoy is due to every decision and action that I have ever taken." Elian answers and carries on somewhat tangentially. "Whether that means I chose this life or it was all due to fate, I am not sure. Would I have picked this life if there were chances at anything else - like cards out before me - would I have selected this one? I can not say. Could there have been a reason that it was me appointed to this specific life to live? Perhaps. Maybe I was meant to be here." He shrugs, leaning back in the chair. "I don't have a good answer. To be candid, I do not feel any sort of way about either conclusion. I'm not convinced the difference matters anymore."

4.  When  you  envision  the  person  you  used  to  be,  what  part  of  them  still  lingers  in  the  current  design?

Elian glances over his shoulder, the feeling of someone's gaze tickling the back of his neck. A sense of paranoia; a stranger's eyes staring holes into the back of his head. The silhouette at the edge of his vision, never there on the second take. A tension that doesn't completely drain from a fretful body. "I have this... feeling. This sense of being surveilled. Every single act and each word that I say is somehow being observed - yet I know no one is there." He runs a hand through his dark hair, an anxious movement. The lingering presence in his shadow has never left him, even with his recalibrated life. "I remind myself there are no more loan sharks looking to jump me in alleys, no repossession agent searching door to door for my residence, no Vergara member watching my every move and expecting my failure. Yet, I can't help but sense something off-putting."

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫-𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞  𝐈𝐧𝐜.,  𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘪𝘴  𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.  𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦  𝘩𝘢𝘴  𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯  𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥,  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳  𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭  𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥.  𝘞𝘦  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺  𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲  𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿  𝗼𝘂𝗿  𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. –  Compliance.  Continuity.  Purpose.

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            .　　. ˚　. ╳ ⊹ ― 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, but this was no saint. This was a SOUL that had been crushed && ripped apart, pulled itself back together, and became something else entirely. A whole different breed of MONSTER. Alastor wasn't like the rest, he wasn't searching for any kind of salvation, he didn't need d e l i v e r a n c e. He enjoyed who he was. 

                          Blood seeped through the gash across his chest, it hurt like hell. There was so much going through his head, S̵̮̼͙̺̟̩̣̦̬̀̎̆̇̄̐̈̀͘T̵̡̲̞̖̜̼̞͊̈́̊̈́́́͊̋͜͝A̷̡̖̻̭̓̈́͐̒͐̏̂͠T̵̞̬̈͑̅̆͜I̵̛̭̖̮̳̪͑̓̊̆̽̕̚͠͠C̴̡͚̲̫͓̻̆͊͘ filling his mind. Cross waves, && distorted sounds. Anger BOILED his blood, to think he almost died for something like this. For a cause that was not even his own. The constraints of his deal surely had to be the reason that he was still here. Even that idea outraged him.

                        For a moment he thought perhaps Adam had followed him somehow, that angelic light was annoyingly blinding. Yet, who he saw was not someone he ever imagined to meet. Regardless, the presence of an angel only made those walls higher. His shadow grew larger behind him, a look of agitation could be shown as the angel attempted to move a little closer to him. It was only natural he would be skeptical, they had just faced an attack from Heaven after all.

                     Alastor's gaze narrows, ears flat across his head as he glowers in their general direction. He inhaled deeply, the rush of blood streaming through the tight grip of his fingers.He was in no position for another BATTLE. His microphone had been split in two, all he had to rely on to defend himself were his friends from the other side, && even then his connection was weak. 

                  Fine then, the civilized approached. Less fun, and not what he was in the mood for. He wanted vengeance, to split Adam in two like he had done to his cane. It was only fair. Alastor did his best to straighten himself, his own pathetic attempt at appearing adequate despite the clear evidence.  ❛  Now why would angel want to help a demon like me ? ❜

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 by 𝐇𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑

↪ lyric starter for @hellsbroadcaster ( currently : accepting )

(   quartz  to  obsidian  /  daisy  in  a  field  of  rot  /  ANGEL  STANDING  IN  THE  RUINS  OF  A  HELL  -  TORN  RADIO  TOWER.   )     she is just as out of place as she could possibly be.  here stands something divine in the wreckage of an extermination.  ivory - feathered wings spread out behind her,   glimmering with angelic, golden light,   a light that cuts through the   BITTER  DARK  .   the sunlight that illuminates the wet crimson that  SEEPS  OVER   THE  FLOOR  AT  HER  FEET  /   a  budding  river  of  desperate  unholy.

SHE  MEETS  THE  FRIGHTENED  GAZE  OF  THE  TREMBLING  FAWN.  it is something wretched and godless, and it is  staring  up  at  her  like  it  expects  something  wretched  to  come  from  such  angelic  hands.  eve could not blame the demon. she had barely discovered the holy land’s darkened secret  ;  the  exterminations.  every year, the  HUNDREDS  OF  GODLESS  BEINGS  ;  dying at the hands of the divine.     the fawn is no different.   the gash across its chest is tinged with holy energy  ;  no doubt, dealt by a blade from angelic weaponry. a wound not meant to close.   a wound meant to kill.

;    𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃   /    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐓  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒.

the demon’s ears are  pinned  back,  his body trembling under the effort to curl into himself, clutching the gaping, bleeding wound at his chest with shaky hands. the red glow in his eyes  FLICKERS  as he looks up at her expectantly. the sight of the bloody river makes her ill. the cold pull in her chest akin to the feeling of seeing a wounded animal.   (  𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓  /  𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓.  )   she should leave. she has to leave.

eve kneels.

she’s a good few feet away from the frightened thing. when she speaks, her voice is soft, almost melodic in its tone ; A SIREN'S VOICE, meant to soothe all who hear it.      ❝   IT'S OKAY -    ❞   eve whispers, honey-mouthed and reassuring. her hand reaches tenderly out.    ❝    my name is eve.  i can help if you allow me to.  i promise.     ❞

;     𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐓    /    𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 !