#DAMIEN SANE

[d-lanx]

Punk: "I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to make money."

Also Punk:

bro was like “I'm not here to make friends” and then proceeded to make friends with literally everyone. collecting besties like pokemon.

probably forgot somebody but I already hit the 30 photo limit. but i think i made my point just fine

[clericofinfamy]

damian priest - raw, march 4th 2024.

had to edit this match because damian was almost as unhinged as i was on monday (REAL) 😮‍💨💜🖤

[milesworld96]

Actually insane how Damage CTRL and Judgement Day grew and gained the most unhinged mother fuckers in the process

[ambreignsfan4life]

Your Month, Your Championship

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[plaqying]

DAMIEN WAAAAAA

[mohawkmama]

It's a new day and although I'm still upset over last night's ending, I'm choosing to not let that anger fully consume me.

I'm choosing to praise and honor my faves and the good jobs they did last night.

[espioakakeith]

Ohhhhh shit it's WWE Backlash France daaaay!!!

I love a good brunch/breakfast PLE!

Come hangout out with me as I give my reactions live on twitch starting at 11:30 AM ET!!!

Link after the gif

[prismasbrainrot]

In Total Drama, not even the million dollars prize is worth it. Because even if you win it you’ll have to spend all of that in therapy for the trauma of the challenges AND the mental illness that got you to participate in the competition in the first place.

[veloriium]

do i really want to go by the name damien or am i just autistic

[solarsonicsoda]

Rebbie's Wrestling Reviews - Shows Reviews

WWE Elimination Chamber 2024: Perth

WWE’s first ever Australian PPV is Elimination Chamber: Perth, the home country of stars such as Grayson Waller, Indi Hartwell, and of course, Rhea Ripley. WWE are on the road to Wrestlemania 40, and the product is getting good reviews. However, the company is rightfully suffering as a result of the recent allegations against Vince McMahon, others within the company, and the set-up itself. There are much better places to educate you than here, I will try and link a thread here if you are unaware. The responses have been varied in terms of appropriateness, and how deeply intrenched these issues are in the company are being more and more revealed by the day. It’s a horrible situation. I’m reviewing these shows purely from a wrestling point of view, and only doing so out of respect for the wrestlers. This isn't a company I can truly endorse right now, not that many companies in life are. But I’m going to analyse the show for the wrestlers sake, so let's go to the pre-show.

Kabuki Warriors (Asuka & Kairi Sane) def. The Way (Candice LeRae & Indi Hartwell) for the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships in 8:55

This match was pretty short, and not particularly exciting. I wouldn’t say it was bad, because all of these women are beyond-competent wrestlers, but it just wasn't the most wildly unique match. Candice is isolated nicely by the Kabuki Warriors until hometown hero Indi Hartwell can get the hot tag. It was a bit flat for me at home but the crowd enjoyed it. Things are going well for The Way until Kairi stops a rope-walk move, and Candice takes an awesome bump that was a real highlight of this one! Here comes the finish though as the Kabuki Warriors hit the reverse DDT In-Sane Elbow combo that I missed the name of, and that's all she wrote. Just fine this one, and would have liked a bit more speed, grit, and length: all of which I know these women could give if given the time. 

2.5 STARS OUT OF 5

A few points as we head to the main show. First, I hate the change to these logo-based titantrons over the classic showcase-style ones from back in the day. It’s everywhere that does videos, but I must say, WWE’s are easily the worst. They look so lifeless, so much empty space, and sometimes the text just bounces for no reason? Brock’s one was the worst back in the day. Fuck that guy, btw. Secondly, Cole introduces Perth telling us about how it once had a different name and was inhabited by the indigenous people, before being renamed Perth… I don't think that's the fun harmless tidbit you think it is!

Becky Lynch def. Naomi, Tiffany Stratton, Liv Morgan, Raquel Rodriguez, & Bianca Belair in an Elimination Chamber Match for the No. 1 Contendership for the WWE Women’s World Championship in 32:15

In the build-up to this one, Michael Cole twice says “Liv Morgan has renamed this the Elimination Chamber”. This was very funny. I can only assume he tried to say “E-Liv-imation Chamber”. This one started slow but got better with every entrant. Tiffany Stratton came in to a great ovation and brought so much energy, joining Becky and Naomi. Liv brought even more energy. Naomi and Stratton did a fun rolling spot where Naomi used the structure to her advantage. Naomi hits a blockbuster on Liv off of a chamber pod, but Stratton stacks her up after for a three-count. Why she doesn't pin Liv too I don't know. Raquel adds power, swinging Stratton and Liv into the wall. Bianca comes in and brings her brilliance too. We get a Belair/Raquel stand-off, we get an awesome suplex counter from Belair using the wall to turn it into a slingshot tornado DDT. Liv comes off a pod to a senton to Raquel on the top turnbuckle, that’s mental. Flip senton from Stratton off the pod does some damage, but she is hit with a top rope Ob-Liv-ion to be eliminated. MVP. We get a wicked powerbomb into the ring from Raquel to Bianca. Rodriguez is in top, hitting a double powerbomb on Becky and Liv, but Bianca comes in with a big KOD to eliminate Raquel. The only three reasonable winners remain. Bit of a contrived pod spot to Bianca from Liv as the action spills outside. Liv counters a KOD and then a Manhandle Slam, the latter with a Codebreaker, which was sick. She attempts the Ob-Liv-ion but Becky avoids it, then flips out of a KOD. Liv rolls up Bianca for an elimination, but walks into a Manhandle Slam for Becky to win.

This one started quite slow but really ramped up and won me over. It was a spotfest for the majority, but who doesn't like a bit of a spotfest in these special stipulations. Bianca, Liv and Tiffany brought so much to this match and I loved that. Tiffany especially was an MVP, and I’d maybe book her to win the Money in the Bank briefcase this year. Good stuff.

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Judgment Day (Damien Priest & Finn Balor w/ Dominik Mysterio) def. New Catch Republic (Tyler Bate & Pete Dunne) for the WWE Undisputed Tag Team Championships in 17:45

Why do they say New Catch Republic like that in their music? That makes this name so much worse. Anyway, this was a pretty cool match. Love seeing Bate & Dunne back together, and against good opponents. Lots of cool double team action from them, and Dominik got some mad heat here. The Birminghammer is one of the best move names I’ve ever heard. This was definitely a showcase for NCR but the finish, as a result, comes out of nowhere, with a double chokeslam/Coup de Grace giving Judgment Day the win. Fun match though!

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

We have The Grayson Waller Effect with guests Cody Rhodes and Seth Rollins. Austin Theory goes for some random heat on Australia then just stands there. Waller does a shoey, then sucks up to The Bloodline. Rollins says he’ll be cleared soon. Cody says he wants Rock one-on-one and Rollins backs him up. Theory gets on the mic and does bad Rock impressions to get mad at Cody. Seth eggs him on so he can throw him around, then Cody Cutter, then a Rollins Stomp. Waller lets this happen because even he doesn't really like Theory. Well that was extremely exciting, but admittedly you had to have 3 of these four on the show somewhere. 

Drew McIntyre def. LA Knight, Kevin Owens, Bobby Lashley, Randy Orton, & Logan Paul in an Elimination Chamber for the No. 1 Contendership to the World Heavyweight Championship in 36:53

Knight and McIntyre start before Owens joins. Cool codebreaker/senton from Owens to both men. Also McIntyre did this ridiculous crossbody to Owens and Knight from the middle rope. Lashley joins and does his thing. Orton is number five and does his thing too. Logan enters and Owens is waiting for him. Lashley eventually sends Owens and Paul through the pods. That was pretty gnarly! A pair of Claymores with a random LA Knight attack in the middle eliminates Lashley. Knight hits a jump-up superplex on Drew, then BFTs to Drew and Orton. But Styles then attacks Knight with a chair and a Styles Clash on the chair! Sadly looks like Knight isn't taking the US Title at Mania… Drew pins Knight. Owens takes on the lot of them until a nasty knees-up counter from Drew to a Swanton. KO pop-ups Drew and stunners Paul, but ends up taking an RKO to be eliminated. Paul hits a big crossbody onto Drew from the top of the pod! We get a close-up of Paul preparing his brass knuckles, but RKO OUT OF NOWHERE! Randy pins Paul. I’ve enjoyed the seriousness to win this one, but I’d also love more spots. Orton is super injured, and Drew stands over him, but RKO! BUT THEN PAUL HITS ORTON WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES! Drew drapes and arm over and wins.

It was pretty good, good intensity, but I don't know, it didn't fully click with me. Drew is the right winner and it's pretty obvious. 

3 STARS OUT OF 5

Rhea Ripley def. Nia Jax for the WWE Women’s World Championship in 14:25

Who could ever win this one? Really not too much interesting to this one. Ripley is over, Rhea is cool, Jax is not really very good. Ripley had to main event but I wish she had a more technically sound opponent. There's an awkward elbow drop through the announce table after a Samoan Drop leaves Rhea on it. Jax stands precariously on a chair and gets no air. There was also a “My hole” chant, and I thought that was funny even if that joke was unfunny within a day of happening the first time. Cool superplex tees Ripley up for the win with a Riptide. It was nice seeing Rhea celebrate with her family, she is very cool. Match wasn't though, but is salvaged by the framing and moment of it all.

2 STARS OUT OF 5

Overall, I thought this show was decent. The way WWE lay out their PPVs is completely ridiculous, as it took 4 hours to watch this show live, with so much nothing. However, the matches were mainly good, but nothing truly great. The Women's Elimination Chamber was certainly the highlight, with the slog of a main event only being helped by the moment of Rhea Ripley in front of her home country crowd. Still, four matches on the main card is ridiculous even with the longer chamber matches, so this show also has that working against it. I'm settling on 3 stars out of 5 for this one.

[clericofinfamy]

PSA ‼️‼️‼️

in exactly 7 days damien priest is being forced to make my acquaintance whether he likes it or not 😈

[milesworld96]

This Smackdown was everything to me

[debacleofdaemons]

Alright p, if y’all get this post to like… I dunno, 70 likes or reblogs, Ill post all of the dumbass sticky note drawings of Damien and the gang that I made a bit ago.

@this-is-homophobic @vicious-daughter-of-zeus @if-chaos-was-a-boy @love-lightning-forethought @smileyalater @that-girl-cupid @stephen-the-spider @glykera @i-was-never-sane

Do your worst

[ambreignsfan4life]

Best WWE Match of 2023 Part 2 Round 7

[elizzsush]

“Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” | DC - Batman WIP

Batfam X Isekaied Reader

— in which you, a DC fan gets isekaied into and gets saved by boy wonder. Only to get mad at him and B… it’s only after you calm down (still mad at them) you piece together what actually happened… but should you tell them?

AU: Soulmate (?), isekai Rating: Sfw

Note: You and Damien are the same age and shit. I don’t really remember how old he is but for the sake of fanfiction let’s age him up to 18 (or down I looked it up and it said he was 37? I have no idea where that info was from comic are confusing)

Warning: Y/N swears a lot and makes a like one sexual joke? _________________________________

One minute you were in the greatest, most magical place in the world: Six flags. And the next you were in the sewer. To say you were pissed and totally confused was an understatement. Those funnel cakes by the entrance were calling your name- you were gonna get one before you left! Now instead of that sweet cake smell it was replaced with the smell of shit and piss and whatever else lived in the sewer.

Sixflags was suppose to be relaxing- doctors orders. You just needed to relax and distract from-

You were in the sewers. You dreaded to think about what you may have stepped in while on your quest to find a manhole cover.

So yes, you looked like an idiot in a Superman cape carrying a Wayne enterprises mug wondering around the sewers. The mug was half off and made you feel like you existed in the world of DC instead of the regular merchandise… and the cape was because who doesn’t get a cape when they go to six flags? Or at least bring the cape they already bought with them. Looking back, you blamed the mug. Anyway, you were wandering around this horrible sewer with water greener then green. It seriously looked toxic… when you heard this horrible roar…

You glanced back from where you came- looking towards the sound, when you heard it again. So, like any sane person. You broke out into a sprint.

Bad ideas, because it heard you and was coming closer now.

You seriously doubted you would be able to outrun this thing for long. It was getting closer and rapidly. But, thankfully, luck was on your side- because you saw a manhole cover!

Climbing the ladder you pushed the thing open-

Only to almost get ran over by a fucking car! “Watch it!” You cursed at the speeding car, a certain finger proudly in the air as you climb out. Momentarily forgetting about the creature that was chasing you. Remember that you slammed the man hole cover shut in a hurry.

But, did you think you could compete with some monster when it comes to the battle of strength? Yeah, didn’t think so either. It blasted the manhole cover off of its neat little spot and you hurry back and away from the road. “What the- oh my god.” You breath in relief when the thing was too big to actually climb out of the sewers. “Killer croc… okay… I’m losing it… whatever it is…” you try and breath out to collect yourself but you were interrupted by the sound of a very angry lizard man… thing. Crocodile? “Okay fuck off!” You shouted angrily at the villain and rip your cap off. “Abusive aunts or some shit is hard but by god your annoying!” You huff and run away because that just made him more angry and you didn’t want to stick around for that.

You did run away while waving two fingers at him, each from the middle of two of your hands but that was neither here nor there. You just needed to walk away and clear your head-

And…

You bumped into someone on your little escape. A chest of a fucking cosplayer. “My day couldn’t be going worse- oh my god, Fuck you Comic Con nerds!” You swore at the boy in black, red and green. “Six flags was suppose to be fucking relaxing!” You swore at him and turned away to go the opposite way only to bare witness to the snarls of a certain croc

“get back here!” He made the fucking ground shake.

“Fuck you and your shitty Damien cosplay, I am out of here.” You turn and ran from him only he to met with the silhouette of a bat… man, it was fucking Batman. “Oh I wonder who it is? Bruce Wayne, no fucking duh, Go fight the idiot on acid and leave me out of it.” You hissed because you were cornered. You tend to lash out when your cornered. He approached you quieter now. “…Oh um, I’ll take the crocodile, thanks.” You spoke as you backed up only for him to make the ground shake harder-

“Fine! Boy wonder then god damn. At least he’s hot!”

“How do You know our names?” Boy wonder piped up. He was suddenly standing beside you.

“Are You dense or really into role play?” You hissed at them. “I don’t know what kind of budget your little prank crew is working with but screw off!” Just then the crocadile managed to ruin the ground around him and break free- resulting in Batman and Robin to fight him and you-

The sane one to run away, “I’m so suing six flags for this- didn’t sign up for their fucking role-play shit.”

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Okay, so after adjusting. You were no longer in six flags- nor some rich nerds cosplay special effects whatever. Hell you didn’t even somehow end up on a movie set shooting for the next Batman. “Gotham more like god dammit, right?” You joked to yourself, and the old women next to you. She just looked at you weirded out and oddly disappointed before shaking her head. “Okay, Fuck me then.”

So, yeah, you were feeling a lot of emotions. Hey, you can adjust to this! Because no way in hell was getting back to your world worth being involved in whatever episode or comic plot this whole thing was. Yeah no, fuck that. You made a checklist.

1. Get out of Gotham (metropolis was lovely, Superman was cool-)

2. Get enough money to fuck off to some corner of the world no one knew about.

And finally 3. Live peacefully knowing you’ll never get that funnel cake.

The only problem? You didn’t have any money, food, shelter, phone, money again, or anything besides the clothes on your back. And you were craving funnel cake. Yes, you were poor in Gotham. That was basically a death sentence.

At least you had a mug. A stupid, useless mug. Hey, at least you can beg for change with it! “I should rob people.” You mutter to yourself because, that seemed like a good easy way to get money- the old women next to you however eyed you warily and moved her purse. “Not you, we’re cool Margaret.” You sent her a wave and a wink and got up. This plan would work.

It was this or sell the Justice leagues names to villains. Which- hey that could make cash and make you dead!

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Despite what people will tell you, stealing is fun.

Who would have guessed- your a natural pick pocket! If pick pocketing was running past women and tugging their bags away. “My bag! My purse!” Okay, maybe you had a bit of a sick sense of humor but you were desperate! And you made 132 dollars and 25 cents. Had it been two days? Yes, had you been pepper sprayed twice? Yes again, but you avoided it!

The only regret you had? Why hadn’t it been marvel? Marvel just seemed easier to live in. Yes the world did end but it bounced back! You sighed and threw a penny in the air. You were honestly tired. Two days was a long time to go without a bed. You couldn’t get a job either, you tired and needed so much to prove you were a serial killer or a thief- which included a birth certificate you didn’t have and so much more. Background checks would be the death of you. Even at that small cafe you met Margret? Yeah it was Margret. “Well we’ll well, if it isn’t Gotham’s newest petty criminal.”

You dropped your penny. Leaving you with 24 cents.

It was Jason fucking Todd.

“If I die, at least make it by those thighs.” You said solemnly, accepting your death. “I mean seriously, you squat or something?” You did a wolf whistle and now you were being detained. Okay, you tried.

You never claimed to be better then a man. And if you did you lied.

“I got her B.”

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“Banananannaan Batman! Da Na!” You sang as Batman’s Batmobile pulled into the bat cave. The same one you had been dragged too. “He’s the crime fighting vigilantes who works alone! Besides Robin, Nightwing, Gordon, the Justice League, batgirl, Red Robin, red hood, Oracle, Barbra, um… I know theirs more help me out jay bird?” You sang as he excited the car. “He refuses to kill the joker who’s a mass murder ands death would save thousands! It’s Batman! The hero man! Danananana!”

“How do You know?” Batman asked as he walked towards you.

“The Song? Oh I improvised. Hard to find rhymes for Batman, hero man is pretty good though, huh?” He fucking punched you! “Fuck! What the hell dude? Wait are you the angry Batman who’s quieter or the nice Batman- god it’s so hard to know which one I ended up with.”

“This is serious.” Dick Said as he grabbed Batman hand and pulled him away from you.

“Heard of coping? penis?” You rolled your eyes, “this is kinda how I do it.”

“You sold our information, or Superman’s information too a villain. Tell us why and how you knew it and we’ll let you go.” He continued, “our friend is in serious danger now because of you.” He gritted his teeth looking upset.

You just rolled your eyes and licked your now bloody teeth. “Would have sold your guys information for a lot more then I got on me. Living large with eight dogs- maybe cats? Don’t know how I feel about animals actually. Which do you prefer dogs or cats?”

“We need to know how many villains you sold us out too.” Dick said calmly, his face getting closer to your own. “Now.”

You smile and lean closer to him. “You free after this?” He backed away with a frustrated look and Batman put his hand on Dick shoulder. “Oh B is tapping in now- great!”

“Your the only person who knows who we are.” Another voice said you looked behind you and saw Damien.

“That you don’t trust. Maybe check your inner circles before punching a poor thief! God… you’d think the world greatest detective would fact check- oh wait isn’t the greatest a chimp or something? I’ve always loved monkeys- oh maybe I’d get a monkey for my pent house.”

“You have no family, no friends, no birth certificate- before last week you didn’t exist. There are no records of you being born or traveling to Gotham. Who exactly are you?” Batman leaned close to you.

You stayed silent, thinking of your options. "I was with a traveling circus..." You began, "Then one day someone rigged the equipment for my parent's routine and then batman adopted me, and that was how I began robin..." You spoke solemnly, you noticed how a certain blue suited bird man tensed up. "Aw, don't tell me we have the same backstory!" You accused the Nighwing, "well one of us is going to have to change it and I hate to tell you, but I make it work."

"She knows more about us than our names... or at least more about Nighwing." You heard a robin mutter, the red one.

"Okay being red was his thing” you look at red hood, “and you took it, so you have no place to talk about me and penis's copycat situation- Even though I totally did it first and he should change it." You nudged your head towards Red Hood, "Kinda like how you took his role as Robin, but you know what Ima stay away from that can of worms haha." You laughed awkwardly as Jason stood up from behind you and walked towards you menacingly.

"This is a Major Turn Off for me you know? The costumes just don’t do it- maybe if you strip-“ and your mouth was tapped shut.

_____________________________________NOTE: Y/N is supposed to be Deadpool coded because I was watching Deadpool and laughing my ass off earlier.

[solbaby7]

This Will Do

pairing: azriel x reader

warnings: jealous!az, toxic relationships, swearing, sexual themes, descriptions of physical violence and abuse, idkkk it just sucks wanting what you know you shouldn’t have :(((

previous parts [ one ] [ two ]

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Coming here was by far your worst idea yet.

Maybe, it wasn’t even a conscious decision since it seemed like your feet were moving without being told, pushing you to a destination that your brain hadn’t been made privy to. Not until your heart was thrashing in your chest and blood was pumping so fiercely through your veins that you could hear it in your ears.

You don’t even register where you are until you’re knocking on the door, swallowing thickly when it’s ripped open not even seconds later. “Azriel,” You breathe out in relief, too frazzled to properly appreciate the half-naked body before you.

The smell hits him before his eyes even catch that you’re absolutely covered in blood, hands stained and leathers soaked through. It’s instinctual the way he snatches you to him, past the front door and into the sitting room of his personal residence. A fires going, crackling softly to the left a few feet away from a Illyrian sized sofa. Still steaming tea siting on the table before that, its wood a shade so deep you wondered if it were made from the night sky itself. “What the fuck happened? Are you hurt?” His hands sift over you, shoving aside ruined fabric until he’s examined every inch of bare skin thoroughly.

“Not really, I just—“ Your eyes slide shut when you feel him go still. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Whose blood is this?”

You say absolutely nothing. Fingers fiddling in your lap, nails biting into skin and now that the adrenaline had subsided, every second seemed to lag—the weight heavy on your shoulders.

“Stay here,” Azriel mutters into your hair before disappearing down the hall. He’s gone no less than a few minutes, returning with an outstretched hand damp from steaming bathwater. “Let’s just get you cleaned up first.”

You're too numb to fight it—to fight him when in truth, his touch was the only thing keeping you sane.

Golden eyes barely hide the extent of his worry as each layer of clothing is peeled off of you and tossed aside, every move is cautious as if you were a stray animal that would scamper off at the slightest inkling of danger. Warm water draws out the anxiety, eyes fluttering closed when Azriel ran his fingers through your hair, working up a lather with shampoo that smelled like him. “We got in a fight,” You finally confess when you feel him tense near your cheek, a finger grazing over slightly raised skin. “Damien and I.”

“About?”

“About you.”

Intrigue forces his eyes to dart down to you in surprise, not bothering to look away when he notices that yours are closed. A brief pause, a silent evaluation of the newly cleaned skin and anger laces every single word when Az catches the imprint of a hand against your cheek. The bruise of fingers around your neck and arms. “Tell me what happened.”

Your jaw clenches, face shying away the longer he stared at the marks. “I was still a little heated after leaving the sparring ring so I just went back home. Damien—he wasn’t supposed to be back so early and I got an attitude because he kept asking so many questions. Kept demanding to know whose scent was all over me.” His hands move slow, memorizing every word, every bruise, every flinch and shake of your voice. Soap suds dance along your skin, washing away blood, sweat and tears until nothing was left but you and Az. “I walked past to go to the room and he yanked me back,” The ache of your scalp throbs at the reminder of Damien’s hand curling around the length of your ponytail.

Fingers graze against the blues and purples dotting at your back. “He threw you into the wall?”

Water trickles as you adjust, the warmth soothing stiff muscles and you can feel the grit of bath salts barely resolved against your feet. You nod once, refusing to elaborate further when Azriel’s shadows begin to stalk up the length of the walls, clawing their way up his spine and over his shoulders to report further damage. “He thought I was cheating on him—said I was using training as a ruse to cover up the fact that I was really just the spymasters whore.” Years of training and dedication; growth and back breaking labor reduced to nothing more than a piece of ass. Your fingers clench into fists subconsciously, the feeling too fresh; the rage too raw and willing to return at the very reminder. The brief moment where Damien’s words made you falter—made you question and forget yourself. Disgust coils in your belly at the fear that formed when his palm connected with your cheek. “I’d never seen him so upset,” You confess, allowing Azriel’s comforting touch even if you knew deep down you shouldn’t be here. “He didn’t even look like himself anymore; he just kept shoving me into the wall over and over and over. Kept promising that if I was so interested in—“ You choke over your words, teeth gritting and eyes filling with tears. “That if I was so interested in mangled flesh then I should have some for myself to match.”

Azriel’s hands freeze at your shoulders, the sopping wash rag dripping warm water down your spine. “Did you kill him?”

You swallow audibly, glancing at the pink tinge in the tub. “I’m not sure. I hurt him pretty badly though—bad enough that he’ll have no choice to explain what he did to deserve such an injury.”

He’s rising to his full height before you can even finish speaking, drying off his hands and opening the large closet doors connected to his bathing chambers. Your eyes follow his every move, tongue tracing your bottom lip when he begins to attach holsters with freshly sharped knives sliding into place. “Where was the last place you saw him? Your apartment?”

Azriel barely reacts when you climb out of the tub; movements almost mechanical until a hand rests delicately on his shoulder. “Please don’t go,” He doesn’t want to listen, that much is obvious by the array of lines that tug their way across his handsome face but there’s no denying his body’s reaction to the plea. Shifting closer, yearning for more as he basked in the first gentle touch you’d initiated since that night. “Just stay here with me.”

Just choose me.

Just one time, please stay with me.

The tension in his muscles slowly fades the longer golden irises stare into your own, falling victim to the warmth residing there—reserved just for him. It’s instinct to pull you closer, the bare shape of you melting into his own as if it were made for him. “You don’t want this,” Every syllable burns like acid on his tongue. Still, he doesn’t step away; refusing to let you go when he’d waited too long to have you this close again—even if it was just for tonight.

“You’ve never cared what I wanted before.” Brutal and yet still the words are dripped in honey. Azriel’s grip tightens on your waist as you ease the holders from their place. “All of that changes because some asshole roughed me up?”

“He hurt you,” He states sharply, knuckles ghosting over the bruises on your arms. “No one gets to hurt what’s mine and live.”

“Except you, of course. Right?” Your eyes roll on their own accord, lips twisting into a sneer as you pull away from him; suddenly too bare and entirely too exposed. “My mother always did say the handsome ones were the most selfish.” You make a point to avoid the plethora of fresh towels provided on the counter and snatch for Azriel’s hanging on the rack instead. “I’d hoped she was wrong.”

“Well, she wasn’t,” Azriel doesn’t allow the thick towel to cover even an inch of you, ripping it free and caging you to the wall behind you. This time, when your heart races in your chest—it’s not with fear. “I am a selfish male but only with a select few things.” He’s everywhere at once, assaulting ever sense and smothering you with a panty-dropping amount of affection. His nose teases against your own, eyes sliding over the planes of your face until they catch at your mouth. “And with you,” Azriel whispers your name, thumb sliding over the plush of your bottom lip. “—with you and I am the most selfish of all. You deserve better.”

Your hands slide up his arms and over his shoulders before hooking over his neck, nails scratching at the dark hair within reach. “Then, give me better. Just for tonight.”

Azriel contemplates for half a second before shaking away logic. If this was going to be the last time then he would savor every moment; would devour every moan and whimper. He’d survive off your touch and thrive off your love; memorizing the bite of your nails on his back and your teeth claiming at the skin of his shoulder.

It feels all too familiar, entirely too natural, devastatingly comfortable when the shadowsinger cups the back of your thighs and bares the brunt of your weight with little effort. He denies any distance, a large palm splayed along the middle of your back to press every inch of bare skin against his own. His kiss is unusually soft and you can’t fight your body’s need to lean into it; to indulge in the girlish fantasy you’d crafted of the life you could’ve lived. The one where you were Azriel’s first choice, foolishly in love and desperate for a moment alone to make out or franticly fuck in shadow cloaked corners like the world was ending.

“I missed this,” The rasp in his words sends goosebumps along your skin and your bare cunt clenched around nothing when he trails kisses down the length of your neck. “I miss you.”

“I hate you,” It’s a lie, one he doesn’t call you out on but you needed to say the words before your heart took the reins and forced three entirely different words out. Bare thighs constrict like a snake at his waist, urging him closer until you could feel the hard press of his cock through his sweatpants.

A groan pulls from his chest, mouth slotting over your own as his hands explored freely. Memorizing every dip and feminine curve until the reward of such thorough examination seeped through the fabric of his sweats. “You may hate me but you want me more.” It’s filthy; the sound of your arousal hitting your ears as you grind down harder, chasing a high that cleared away the fog of life and cloaked you in pleasure. “I know you do. I can feel it every time we touch.”

You refuse to respond, digging your heels into his waistband to shove the offending material away until the warm weight of his cock springs between you. “I want this,” Azriel’s eyes follow your every move, breathing growing heavy when you lick the palm of your hand and reach down to hold him in your grasp. A whine drags from your throat when you coat him in your slick, brows pinched and mouth parted as you allow the tip of him to prod at your entrance. “Give it to me, Az.”

“It’s yours. Take it.”

Your free hand curls behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss that forces him into silence. It’s cruel; the clashing of teeth and tongue, lips swollen as Azriel’s fingers tangle themselves in your hair. He takes a step closer, intent to keep you secure against the wall but all it does is give you exactly as you’d wanted—the delicious stretch of his cock filling you up.

Your name is like a swear on his tongue, spilling free harshly as he adjusts to the feel of you, the slippery wetness of your arousal dripping down his shaft but he doesn’t move. “Please, Az?”

“Say it.”

I love you.

“I hate you.” Patience wears thin and your hips rock to satiate the need burning low in your gut. “Hate how fucking good you feel.” You rip a page from Azriel’s book and you take. Taking more than you ever allowed yourself before. He buckles into your demands, guiding your motions and watching where he begins and you end until he doesn’t care to difrenciate it anymore. You squirm under the scrutiny, a faint blush fanning across the apples of your cheeks and tips of your ears. You have to shake your head a little to slap yourself out of the stupor; nearly sinking into the love he was finally giving. “Hate me back,” You grip harder at his shoulders, chasing your release but Azriel wasn’t fucking you like he used to. “Give me what I want, Az.”

He’d replaced his rough touch and venomous bite. Instead, Az kissed every bruise, whispering sweet promises down the curve of your spine, knuckles grazing at your cheekbone as if you were the most precious flower with delicate petals. Azriel gives. Returning all the care and devotion with deliberate touches as soft praises are crooned in your ear. “I will if you say it. Just once—for me.”

Your vision goes blurry, eyes squeezing shut as your head falls back against the wall in defeat. “I want you.”

The friction you’d been itching for is finally granted and you’re too caught up up in the feel of him fucking into you to give a second thought towards your confession—not when he was finally giving you what you’d been craving. He fulfills every desire. Every want. Every need until you’re a mess of limbs and drawn out moans. You allow the marks he sucks into your neck, covering the ones done in anger. He doesn’t stop; not until your legs are shaking and your lungs were fighting for a full breath.

His forehead rests against yours, arms caging your head as he whispers ever so softly. “Please don’t go. I love you.” It takes everything to pull away. To grab your messy clothes and shove them on as quickly as possible. “I’m so sorry.”

Your hand is already on the doorknob, head bowed and heart screaming for you to stay. “I don’t forgive you.”