#have you seen the Mallory nudes?

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

*image from Amazon stills

Summary: He’s been alive for more than a hundred years. After everything he’s seen and done, what he really wants is to dream.

Characters in this chapter: Soldier Boy x Liberty (Stormfront)

Warnings/tags in this chapter: 18+ ONLY, dream sequences, verbal humiliation, physical humiliation, bondage, domination, flogging, object insertion, anorgasmia

Words in this chapter: 1K

Author’s notes: @deans-spinster-witch sent me a request. This is the result. There are multiple parts to this story.

Thank you @princessmisery666 for the mind-meld and @sam-is-my-safe-word for the pre-read and gold star.

#Sensory Deprivation for @JacklesverseBingo bc he has no control over any of his senses right now.

FEAR

He keeps going to sleep, but he never wakes up—or at least he isn’t aware of being awake.

Soldier Boy doubts that Grace Mallory, as beautiful and inspired as she is, will figure out how to crack him. He could tell her what he knows, but what would be the fun in that? Besides, he doesn’t know what’s real and what isn’t, and he needs his wherewithal to navigate his dreamscape.

“Good boy.”

“Ahh, c’mon- good boy? We both know that isn’t me.”

Liberty stands before him nude and panting—not that she needs to gasp for air, but this is his dream and he likes the way her tits shake and her nostrils flare with each breath. In one hand, she’s clutching the steel shaft of a red leather flogger.

“No, it’s not. So what should I call you?”

He stands from the chair, equally as nude but much better composed, and grips the back of her neck to drag her flush against his body. 

“Sir. Master. Daddy. Take your pick.”

He takes her mouth with his, stealing her breath from her lungs and the implement of blissful pain from her fist. 

“Or keep your fuckin’ mouth shut for all I care.”

He spins around and pushes her forward. 

“Hands on the seat and feet wide.” 

“Yes, sir,” she breathes her compliance and does what she’s told.

He circles the chair, testing the heft and drag of the falls against his palm. Then he’s draping and pulling them across her back, each pass heavier and faster than the last.

She whispers her submission over and again as each thud lands on her ass, hips, and thighs. By the time he’s worked his way up to swiping upward between her legs, she’s sobbing and her legs are shaking.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Please, sir, please fuck me.”

He ignores her cries, grasping her upper thigh to open her wider for his abuse. 

“What a sloppy whore, soakin’ my leather with your messy cunt. You don’t deserve my cock.”

“Please,” she begs and trembles, her skin striped crimson, ruby, scarlet, and blush.

He flips the flogger in his hand to grind the steel grip, warmed by his hand, along her slick seam as he arches over her to grab for a handful of her thick, dark hair.

“Keep your fucking legs open and I’ll give you my flogger. Grind on it. That’s right. Ahh, yeah, you hot, horny little bitch.”

Liberty mewls and humps against the shaft of his flogger. He likes her desperate and frantic. He knows how tight she is everywhere—he’s had her six ways to Sunday—but degrading her makes him hard as steel.

Speaking of...

With the flick of his wrist, he drives the shaft inside her. She squeals and rises to her tiptoes, and he twists her hair in his fist.

“Don’t be a prissy brat. You wanted to be fucked, so take it.”

He slams into her with the flogger, slow and hard. She’s a supe, she can handle it, even though his dreams want her to suffer and scream.

“Hurts,” she whines.

“I know it does, doll. And I know you fucking love it.”

She moans and rolls her hips, pushing back onto the steel being fucked into her. 

“Harder, sir.”

“Yeah?”

He spins again to sit back in the chair, draping her across his lap.

“Feet wide, slut. Fuckin pathetic, settling for an artificial cock when you know the best is right fucking here. So hard against your belly right now. Bet you’d do anything I asked to have it in your cunt, your ass, your mouth. You know what it’s like, you wish I was using that instead.”

“Oh, shit,” she convulses in his lap, gripping the legs of the wooden chair so tight, he hears them begin to splinter. “I’m coming!”

He grabs one ass cheek and slams the object into her until she stops the rapid undulation that he recognizes as her orgasm, then pulls the flogger from inside her, letting her slide to the floor.

“C’mere,” he commands, and she rises to her knees at his feet. “Suck.”

He presses the steel to her lips and she obeys, taking it inside her mouth. He presses forward until she’s gagging around the steel and beyond. He holds the back of her head in his hand as he uses the flogger to fuck her throat, making her choke and drool, and tears spill from her eyes.

“OK, OK.” He eases the steel shaft from her mouth and drops it aside as she coughs and gasps for breath.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, cupping her face in his hands and bringing her in for another searing kiss.

Her breath returns and calms with each press and slide of their lips. Liberty runs her hands up and back over her thighs and works her way between his knees.

“I want your cum, sir,” she mutters against his mouth. “Please.”

“Mmm, sit back,” he tells her, grasping his hard cock and squeezing. 

He should have done this sooner; it almost hurts to touch himself. Maybe he should’ve fucked her like she wanted. He still could, but he wants to see it. He wants to see his cum on her face and tits, to make her lick it off.

He’s careful with himself, palming and gently pumping. He closes his eyes and breathes, reaching for her.

“What’s the matter, baby? Is it too hard?”

He opens his eyes and she’s standing in front of him again with the flogger in her hand.

“Poor baby can’t come?”

Liberty twirls the flogger once before swiping him across the chest.

“What the fuck?” he whispers, looking into his lap at his straining, engorged cock. 

He looks back up at her. “I need to come. I can’t-”

Liberty tsks and frowns before straddling his hips and wrapping the flogger around his neck as she settles over him, engulfing him with tight, white heat. 

He’s bound to the chair again, but Starlight isn’t there. He can’t move, fuck, or come. He’s frozen in place, as Liberty whispers back every nasty thing he said to her before.  

Eventually, she’s laughing. She throws her head back laughing. 

There are others laughing, too.

His son is laughing, Butcher, Countess... where did they come from?

He closes his eyes again and wishes for silence. He’s granted that silence and a creeping sense of dread that he’s not as in control of his dreams as he’d hoped.

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[hecohansen31]

A Little Gain Of Her

(Hawthorne! Michael Langdon+Virgin! Reader (+Succubus)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

We finally made it!

I finally managed to publish the last part of “A Liittle Loss of Innocence” (Part One, Part Two)  and I am very nervous about it, because I hope it will be a worth finale to this series, which is one of my first finieshed series (MIRACLES DO HAPPEN).

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So I hope you will enjoy it, and let me know if you have any asks that might turn up in spin-offs for this series, love you, lovelies!

(also guys there is a little disclaimer at the end, please read it, also I put it in the end so it wouldn’t spoil the ending, love you!)

SUMMARY: Your broken heart is reayd for more heartbreak when Michael reveals a painful discovery about how their relationship started...

Will you be able to forgive me or is he gone too far?

WORDS: 9,2 K (Yeah... I might have written a bit...)

WARNINGS: Loss of Virginity (So there will be a bit of blood), Sex, Oral Sex (Male-Female receiving) A Bit of Dirty Talk, Heartbreak (Angst), Relationship Starting With Dub-Con, Teasing and Edging (also Demonic Infestetation and Succubus).

One of the true facts that had made her laugh was the one which said that you could die from heartbreak.

She found it so stupid, mostly when she honestly believed that a break-up, something which usual provoked heartbreak, wasn’t something so heavy and horrible to make your heart stop pumping blood.

But she didn’t laugh now, that her own heart was beating so slowly.

Almost as slowly her entire life, which had become unmoving, stuck in a hellish limbo, between routine and the will to do nothing but stay on her bed and cry there, hiding herself under the fluffy blankets, meanwhile she held her pillow to her chest, trying to suppress its shudders, but they still shook her body till late at night, when exhaustion took over.

She honestly felt on the brink of death and laughed at her own stupid heart for being this frail.

Even more disappointed in herself because what had happened to her wasn’t a break-up, but a straight up rejection.

(She honestly didn’t know how else to describe Michael’s words, so arrogant and light, but they still broke her heart in its deepest place).

She had, at first, felt so ridiculously stupid for having believed that he might have wanted something else from her, other than her body.

Her first reaction had been anger, throwing things in each way she could, her magic acting out randomly snapping doors closed and open continuously meanwhile books opened and glass shattered.

She had calmed down after all the energy had been lost and there had been left nothing but her emptiness.

There she asked herself why he couldn’t love her, till it heartbreakingly broke her heart to see herself in her worst state for a man.

(A man she had trusted and somehow might have loved).

But it hurt her too much and since then any distraction had been good for her, but at night, when distractions couldn’t help her, her bed ate her and exhaustion soothed her broken heart, mended roughly with a band-aid, meanwhile she hoped for her brain would just forget about him.

But it didn’t.

She had good reasons to believe that it would never forget him.

That night her bed had seemed extremely tempting, but her friends, sad and bored of seeing her moping around and moving as fast as she could, had made her take part to the annual “Witch Ball”.

In the mortal world she had never cared for these things, usually not having a knight, but right now she felt even less interested, tired and sad, definitely not in the best shape to be pushed into a pretty dress and high heels.

But she hadn’t been able to say no to her friends, when she knew they were the saddest to see her waste away, but they didn’t dare to ask for any details (although from the growls Madison had mumbled when Michael had walked in the library, one day, while they were there, she knew that they had some general ideas on what might have caused her sickness) not wanting to bring bad memories on her mind.

She knew they just wanted to make her feel better, but she didn’t know if it might have been possible, anymore.

She had no will and hope for happiness, no matter the sweet daily enjoyment she tried to find, to avoid that black hole that was in her heart.

So, she had agreed to slip herself in an elegant pink dress, the colors bringing a bit of softness in her sad sad smile, meanwhile a few good touches of make-up and to her hair had brought her back from the village of the dead, bringing a bit of colors to her face, meanwhile the hair finally out of her face were elegant and not in a messy or silly bun.

She had talked with her friends and laughed, meanwhile it all went on, meanwhile it all happened, feeling her heart soar a bit during the silly conversations; she definitely felt grateful for her friends, she was lucky to have them, but she didn’t want her sadness to be contagious for her friends.

She felt the like the only one who stuck out: single, a virgin and sad.

But she tried to keep that thought out of her head.

But it all came back as she was alone, waiting for Coco and Mallory to get ready, although from the noise she could hear behind their door, they weren’t using make-up, but definitely making out, which made her roll her eyes, a sarcastic laugh escaping her lips, meanwhile she played with her dress, dusting it off and raising it to avoid it getting caught in her nude heels.

And as if the universe heard her complain, the source of it appeared in front of her eyes.

She mistook him for a vision, much better than any water in a desert.

He wore an elegant tuxedo, but not the typical one she had seen each Hawthorne boy wore.

No, he just couldn’t avoid being a peacock even in this event, going for an elegant black tuxedo but with red designs over it, beautiful but also clearly not something everyone could pull off, unlike him, who looked completely at ease in the assemble.

His elegant dark red loafers made no sound as he moved closer to her, looking at the floor, till he raised his head to meet her eyes, which had been waiting for his azure ones and when they met she immediately saw the change in them.

The arrogant look softened.

He seemed almost happy to see her.

And she couldn’t believe he could lie so well.

She immediately lowered her eyes to the ground, her legs twisting under her, pushing her as far away from him as she could, her back hitting the soft plush velvet of the walls, her naked shoulder brushing against it, and she felt nothing but pure coldness.

He seemed to take in all her reaction, saddened by it, biting his lips slowly, pushing his bottom between his teeth, tormenting it as if he wanted to torture himself almost as she did, making himself feel like her; but she just couldn’t believe that he felt any kind of emotion different from lust or arrogance.

He still moved closer, but stopped close enough for them to have a relatively big space between them, and leaving her a little piece of air to breathe in peace.

But all the air she was taking in to avoid a mental breakdown was immediately taken away from what he said her.

-I know it doesn’t matter… but you look gorgeous, tonight-.

Of course, it didn’t matter.

But she still couldn’t help but release the first honest and genuine smile in weeks, on her lips.

-… you don’t look so bad yourself- she mumbled, immediately looking away: he didn’t deserve her love and he didn’t deserve her pity.

He let out an embarrassed laugh, his hair being thrown back, catching the light in a perfect arch of golden she wanted to touch and mess, but she just pushed her nails further in the weak skin of her palms.

She half-expected him to walk away as he had done before, almost challenged him to do it, minding him no attention, hoping for Mallory and Coco to finish their make-out session in order to finally be able to go to the ball together.

But the universe had somehow declared she couldn’t have a moment of peace.

-… (Y/N)…- she wanted to tell him not to say her name with those plump lips of his, the most sensual sound came out of them, a prayer of a fool in the throes of pleasure and they hadn’t even touched -…I think we need to talk-.

-What for? – her hysterics were shown through her tone, full of derision and annoyance, a mask to keep him from knowing how much she had wished for those words, praying that one day he would barge in her bedroom, and ask for her forgiveness on his knees.

She would cruelly deny him on most nights she dreamed it, but during her most feverish dreams… what they hadn’t been able to conclude happened, with her hands in his hair, pulling and his mouth latched on her nipples, exactly just like last time.

-… I think that you know that last time I sent you away, rather unkindly…- his tone matched hers, clearly not wanting to appear a lesser opponent, but softness shone in his eyes, asking and begging for her to give him a chance to talk, as if he was speaking to a wounded animal.

She was a wounded deer in his eyes, but the truth was that she was much worse, a broken woman, with him having destroyed the thing that held her entire heart together.

-You say “unpolitely” I say “you are an asshole, and I don’t need to encourage your assholish views”- she honestly wanted to take that step further, the one that would hurt him as he had hurt her, but she just couldn’t turn around and leave him there.

She had been always too sweet for this game of love.

-… I know that I am indeed even worse than what you believe me to be, but explanations might bring some kind of relief to your aching soul, because if you feel even a miniscule amount of the pain I have in my heart, I feel nothing but respect for you for walking around with your head high, you are much stronger than what I believed-.

She honestly didn’t want to give up just because of his silver-tongue, each word delivered perfectly with a troubled expression, as if he found it difficult to discover she had missed him almost as much as he had missed her.

Suddenly his eye bags seemed more evident and the frown on her mouth was laced with wrinkles made from worry and not enough sleep: she had been too focused on his outfit, to notice he was a broken man as well.

But she hadn’t been the one to close the door in his face, last time.

-… you might speak, but in English and I don’t want silly words to cover up the major fuck-up you did- she couldn’t hide the fact that she had been infected by the little laughter of relief he left out and he took a step closer, almost coming closer enough to touch her, eyeing her arms, naked because of the sleeveless dress.

He wanted to touch her so badly, but her dark eyes sought nothing but a reason to run away and disappear under his touch warned him.

-I promise I will do my best not to take any of your precious time- he promised, charmingly and she just rolled her eyes and almost went back to remind him about the “no pretty words policy” -… but I just couldn’t take you, last time-.

She blushed at the mention of the natural act they had almost committed to, last time.

-I was more than willing to go on- she pointed out, trying to lessen the warmth on her cheeks, she just hoped that it might not be too evident.

-And so was I- she honestly felt like she could breathe.

For the entire time, she had almost been worried that he might have seriously not wanted her, horrified by her appearance, her willingness or just because she wasn’t enough, this had sent her even farther down the self-pity road, her self-esteem completely buried under her own ugliness.

-… then why? – she breathed out, coming closer, meanwhile his eyes eyed the ground extremely carefully,

-I couldn’t… when you don’t know the truth, the entire truth- she looked at him confused, but he kept his eyes away from her -… I was the one who summoned the succubus and linked it to you-.

Her heart missed a beat and she was sure she had heard it in the wrong away: he didn’t mean what he meant, he just couldn’t.

-… you didn’t seem interested in me, or better… I thought you were too shy to… I know it was a very bad idea, but I thought you might need to lower your inhibitions for us to have a conversation-.

-We didn’t have a conversation- her tone was rough, pure stone against metal and he knew he had said the exact worst thing ever -… and it wasn’t my inhibitions you lowered: they were the barriers I put up so people like you don’t hurt me-.

Not to talk about the fact that she felt so dirty at the thought the he just manipulated her.

-…. I know! I know, I did wrong… and pushed you into something you didn’t want to, but… I need you, desperately…-.

-You can beg all you want, things will never change- she finally had the strength to do what she had been supposed to do since the start of this conversation -I hate you even more-.

She turned around, not sparing a single look for him: anger and shame burned on her cheeks and in her chest, meanwhile sadness screamed in her head, enough that she barely heard what Michael had to say, before she left him and his life.

Forever.

For good.

It was barely a whisper but…

“It’s all too bad, because my heart can only love you”.

She had been trying to clear her mind, but halfway through the ball she had been unable to do anything to stop the tremors in her hands due to her conflicting emotions, which had made her unable to focus, and knowing that her friends would get worried she did her best in order to hide every sign of discomfort, before taking advantage of the opening of the dances to jump herself in the bathroom.

There she had brushed calmly her hair out of her face, before dipping without much gentleness her face under it, knowing it would ruin the masterpiece that her friends had created, but she felt it prick at her skin annoyingly, meanwhile with her hands she pulled on the zipper on the side of her dress, finally let breathing again.

She knew she must have looked pathetic, halfway through a panic attack, Michael’s words circling in her mind mixing together.

“I was the one who summoned the succubus” and then “It’s all too bad, because my heart can only love you”.

It was all an all too sick game he liked to play, toying with her as a cat did with a mouse, which he wanted to eat.

But his voice sounded so genuine and his expression was so hurt.

But what he had done with the succubus was something she couldn’t forgive.

He had not only violated her trust but also he had violated her in a way that made her feel sick.

Clearly, she had had some kind of attraction on him, enough for the incubus spell to work on her, but it still didn’t allow him to take advantage of it in that way.

It was as if she had been dosed with aphrodisiacs and, although it wasn’t legal, it wasn’t the ideal start of a relationship she had to say.

How could she trust him, again?

She was checking herself out in the mirror, collecting the mascara under her eyes, when slowly she saw a black stain appear on the mirror; at first she thought it was just a little bit of mascara which had ended in her eyes, but slowly she realized that it was on the mirror.

And it was becoming more and more larger.

Till it completely shadowed her, as if she there was a shadow in the mirror, completely mimicking her body.

And when she had a “shadow twin”, it finally escaped the mirror, dividing itself from it and slowly gaining new features, till she had again her succubus twin in front of her.

-What the hell?! Weren’t you supposed to be gone? – she honestly didn’t know what to say, mostly after she had discovered that it was Michael the puppeteer behind her; maybe he had had wanted to try again to make her succumb to his wishes, using the succubus and its power.

But she wouldn’t fall again, immediately invoking a protection spell.

-… let’s just say that I am not here on my count- she replied, meanwhile twirling her ponytail and checking out her new outfit -… by the way… I like this outfit, brings out the little virgin you are-.

She tried not to blush but, apparently, her idea that it was Michael who was behind all of this was true… she honestly should have gone straight up to Cordelia…

-Your lover is in danger- she almost chocked on air, looking at her confused, who just shoot back at her a direct and annoyed glance as if to say “oh you didn’t know” -… I am here, because my previous master left the gate open and I have heard that some creatures might want to escape their realities-.

Which would explain her presence here, even if she and Michael had sent her away.

The gate, which linked the demonic world and human world, was still open, allowing many other demons to walk in comfortably, if they found the right road.

… which could be a total coverage for the succubus to get her to go to Michael, with a fake excuse.

-… you don’t believe me- it clearly shown in her eyes and the incubus saw it -… and I honestly know that we started with the wrong foot…-.

-Michael used you to make me fuck me, doesn’t it bother you? – it honestly bothered her, mostly when the succubus sported her matching face.

-Sweetie, I thrive on sexual energy- explained the succubus, checking herself out in the mirror, popping her lips to let the lip-gloss touch her lips in order to expand more the glossy substance -… I honestly am happy as long as that boy fucks something and satisfies is darkest desires-.

She seemed honestly enough for being an agent of chaos and a demon.

-… so I should trust you-.

-… or you couldn’t and your boyfriend will be eaten by a sloth demon… I don’t make the rules …I…- she just looked down, something almost human shining in her bottomless eyes -… I just came here to warn you so that you can save your lover boy-.

-First of all, he isn’t my boyfriend, second of all I hate him so I might as well leave him to been eaten by a sloth demon…- she could have laughed at the absurdity of the entire situation -… he betrayed me and used a succubus on me! -.

-And he told you he did it! – the succubus exclaimed almost too personally as if the thing personally shook her: he had been truthful with her, so he got a free ticked to exit the “you are an asshole” prison -… what I am trying to say is that his life would have been easier whether he hadn’t told you anything about the entire thing… he would have gotten the girl, but he chose to go down the harder path, knowing you would hate him for this-.

She was speechless, because she hadn’t thought about that in that perspective and although it wasn’t exactly a point in favor of Michael, she could see that he could have completely gotten the girl without much effort, hiding for ever that secret: it would have worked and it was a plan that would have perfectly suited arrogant Michael.

But why hadn’t he chosen it?

-You are miserable without him, and he is miserable without you… so… - the succubus batted her eyelashes as if this was the easiest of logics -… you should be together so you can be happy together-.

She didn’t need to word the question out, because the succubus answered it immediately:

-I might have this… call it prevision… that he might like you, more than as a fuckbuddy-.

-He is still an asshole- she replied, because even if she excused him, this would take a long time to be solved.

-It wouldn’t be funny if he wasn’t- replied the succubus, before offering her hand -… we better hurry up, those sloth demons can be very different from their names-.

The succubus followed her staying invisible to her and her friends, meanwhile she questioned Michael’s asking for his whereabouts and she alerted John Henry.

“Is it necessary?” had mumbled the succubus, in her ear, after she had alerted the older warlock, with the excuse of “Langdon probably has some bug in his stomach, he retreated early”.

“Do you have any knowledge on how to kill a demon more than me and him?” the succubus had stayed silent “Then professor Moore comes with us”.

“Wouldn’t you be enough?”.

It depended on whether Michael had opened a gate of hell or just a small door, and it was always good to have back up.

And also, if this was a ploy made by Michael to get her to fall in his arms, she would have been saved by John Henry.

Play me once, shame on you.

Play me twice, shame on me.

She rushed through the stairs, meanwhile the warlock tried to keep her pace behind her, screaming to go slower “or she would break a leg and there would two wounded in the infirmary”.

-… I honestly don’t think that I am the most appropriate person for this…-mumbled the warlock, clearly missing the punch he had previously spiked -… you have much better healers-.

She had chosen John Henry because she knew that he could keep a secret and knew reservation better than Hawthorne’s rules, whereas alerting Cordelia would have gotten both her and Michael in trouble.

-… I just thought it would be appropriate to make Michael be visited by a male- she honestly knew it sounded as a lie, but they were five minutes from Michael’s room and she just needed for the warlock to open the door, mostly because she already could smell the stench of rotten eggs.

“What the heck did you do, Michael?” she mumbled, mentally, thinking that if she ever thought about a relationship with him, she would have burned all his demonology books.

They immediately rushed feeling inhuman screams and when they opened the door the succubus mumbled an “oh shit” in her ear, meanwhile John Henry straight up went:

-… you said it was a bug, (L/N)? – and looked at the demons who were covering Michael’s furniture, in the form of bugs, indeed -… because there are many more and those aren’t normal bugs…-.

“… those are Damnation Beasts” murmured the succubus in her ear, before retreating slowly when a bug crawled towards her “… they eat human skin, I would stay away from them”.

-Thank you for your suggestion- she said between gritted teeth, looking around the room for any sign of Michael, but there were none and this made her heart sunk.

It hadn’t been a ploy to get her to go back to him and…

… what if she had been a minute too late and Michael had already been eaten by the Damnation Beasts and whatever had exited the door he had left open?

-(L/N) might you think about lending me a hand to kill all those insects- mumbled John Henry, meanwhile he shielded them with a protection spell.

-Yes, of course…- but she was halfway through and overthinking attack “where the hell was Michael?!” -… I am just…-.

-… panicking? – humored her the man, meanwhile he joined their hands -… just follow me, (L/N)-.

She nodded, knowing that she would try her best to at least avoid those beasts going around her school, and then she could think about Michael… she hoped.

The succubus’ hand went around her protectively, hissing badly at the flesh-easting bastards, meanwhile she repeated each Latin word John Henry uttered, till a strong blow of energy emerged from both of them, making her close her eyes for the intensity of it and when she opened them, there was nothing left of the insects, but it wasn’t done.

John immediately moved toward Michael’s bed, immediately grabbing an open book, from where a bat shaped demon was trying to escape just to get pushed back in by John, meanwhile the man muttered curses and enchantments, she honestly couldn’t tell the difference.

Bu she also couldn’t tell where Michael had been: there was no trace of him… and she was seriously starting to panic…

… and that made her hurt more than the thought of him rejecting her or tricking her.

She looked around, anxiety taking over till she finally saw Michael on the threshold looking at them confused.

-Just a demonic infestation, nothing out of the ordinary, Langdon- mumbled John Henry adjusting his hair, but Michael hadn’t seen the most surprising thing ever yet, with the way she basically threw herself at him, too worried about the fact that she had almost lost him.

He immediately tightened the hold, immerging himself in the crook of her neck, meanwhile she could feel the succubus snicker.

-You are alive- she mumbled, caressing his face as if to make sure he was real, meanwhile he grabbed her hand to bring it to his lips.

-… and you are not pissed with me anymore? – he seemed surprised again, as if he hadn’t realized she just thought he was lost forever, but before she could answer properly, John spoke up.

-… I am, you get detention, Mr Langdon, and you will have to pass me every demonology book you own- he affirmed meanwhile Michael tried to protest, saying that those books were his and nobody…

-…I will personally bring them to you, Mr Moore- she replied to John, meanwhile sending a look to Michael which clearly said “it’s either this or I set fire to them and you together”, which made him relent.

-… and you are also in detention, Mrs (L/N), I honestly don’t know what you have to do with this, but a lot of amazing spiked punch was wasted to solve this…- he mumbled, rolling his eyes, before eyeing the succubus as if he could see her, which he was actually doing -… and if the lady wants to join me, I can assure her the best night of her life-.

She honestly didn’t need to see her teacher smirking at the succubus who had her appearance (although she was sure it had a different appearance to John Henry, since it usually mimicked the appearance of the beloved by its beholder), and the succubus smirked back.

-Are they flirting? -Michael asked meanwhile she just tried to erase this memory from the night.

“Just give me a minute, handsome” replied the succubus softly and purring, sending a kiss on his way and turning around towards her and Michael “Have fun, lovelies! And be safe, he is a manchild so remember con…!”.

She petrified the succubus in her place, sending her an annoyed huff, before the succubus disappeared with a light laugh and in a twirl of smoke.

-… that was traumatizing…-.

-You weren’t here five minutes ago witnessing the literal demonic bug infestation in your room, so you can’t talk- she replied, meanwhile turning around to avoid being so close to him, her skin already tingling at the memory of how they had been embraced early -… next time, close whatever you are doing before starting to jerk off-.

He erupted in laughter and she did the same a few second back, grabbing her aching belly, clearly proved by what had happened that night: a confession, a demonic infestation and her teacher flirting with a succubus version of herself…

Well, at least life with Michael was always interesting.

-I will keep it mind, next time- he mumbled, meanwhile strolling in his room and starting to collect books, old leather and pentagrams on them told her they were the famous demonology books -… thank you for saving my life, although I do not deserve it-.

-You are an asshole not a waste of time, don’t misunderstand me- because no matter what he did, she couldn’t hate, she couldn’t stay away, it would hurt too much, so the best way was to clear things up and start again, start over and not forget about anything but try to move past it -… I would have honestly preferred that you came up to me and asked me out, but you went for the succubus method, which is… a bit fucked up… but we can work around it if you promise two things…-.

He stopped whatever he was doing, moving closer and kneeling down on the soft carpeted floor, in a worshipping attitude, his hands half a touch from setting down on her hips, but they kept to themselves for which she was grateful; she wasn’t sure she could handle his touch.

-Ask me the sun and the moon, and they shall be yours- he proclaimed reverently, getting an amused glare from her.

-… ok, now it’s three things: stop being melodramatic for the love of God, it’s annoying- she mumbled, throwing her hands in the air and rolling her eyes.

-C’mon, it’s making you laugh! – he replied, protesting weakly, too blinded by her smile, the intensity of him was suddenly too much for her and warmth came to her chilled bones.

-… let me talk in peace, ok? – she pleaded, knowing a look at his azure eyes would get her forgetting about all this -… first thing: you promise not to use magic on me, no matter what, because if you do, we are done and I will let Madison castrate you, got me? -.

He immediately nodded, not even slightly smiling at the Madison’s mention, but he honestly looked ready to take an oath and she couldn’t help but feel like he was indeed making an oath to her.

-… second: no matter what, we talk things, we don’t hide them between each other’s back, got me? – she knew honesty and faith in the other were the only thing that might have made this relationship work out… maybe… -… and even these things might make me not want to forgive you, understood? -.

Because she had been worried for him, but now that her mind was again cold and down to Earth, she was still wounded for his little “trick”.

But she also felt comforted that, in the end, he had chosen not to take the hoax too far.

-What I want to do right now is get to know you, like real people do, with no succubus or magic- he seemed the most sincere she had ever seen him -… I swear on whatever I might hold dear to my heart, that I will respect your rules and you-.

She just nodded, feeling that it had been enough adventurous and heartbreaking for her to retire to her chamber, but just as she was moving out of his room, she heard a whine of protest, turning around to see a disgruntled Michael:

-What is it? – she asked curious and wondering if there were still some of those flesh-eating assholes.

-We just made a deal, and it’s always good to seal it with a kiss- he mumbled cockily, looking very intensively to her pink lips, a bit swollen from the time she had spent biting them and from which a loud laugh erupted, at his affirmation.

-Have a good night with your right hand, Langdon- she replied, turning again around and flicking him her middle finger -… don’t let the flesh-eating demons bite your ass-.

Three months in a relationship with Langdon was something she had never thought of having.

And honestly it had been much easier than what she had suspected.

Not that it had been without any difficulties (one being the fact that Michael was a manchild and would constantly insist on cuddle even in the middle of a studying session) but Michael had never ever broken the rules she had given him (except the one against him being a drama queen, but she couldn’t actually say nothing when it got her one of the best dates ever, under the stars, music playing form the speakers they had set…).

So, it was only natural it all came down to that night.

Her and Michael had joined her friends in the common room, to chat a bit in a comfortable atmosphere, since they had all finished their final exams, which prompted them to let loose, embracing each other’s partners in the chaise-longue or on the sofa.

Soft conversations went on till they became pure nonsense and soon everybody went back to their respective room, except her and Michael: she had slowly made her way onto his lap, meanwhile he gently caressed her back, tracing mindless patterns and he gently traced his lips across her neck, a sweet caress which promised much more, igniting her core.

No matter the physical closeness they had slowly reached through their nights together, in her bed (because his held much more painful memories) mumbling nonsense and philosophical conversations or falling asleep at first as far as they could, not trusting their bodies, just to find themselves tangled in each other’s arms, the following morning.

But nothing sexual had been going on, and she almost regretted that her personal succubus had disappeared.

Still, she was happy of the new relationship which had grown between her and Michael a more genuine one, based on the mutual respect of each other and a tiny (huge) dose of trust.

He loved her and, slowly, she had started feeling the exact same for him, not scared of being hurt anymore.

And because of that she was finally ready to take the last step.

She slowly brought her hand to link it with his, but she went even farther bringing his hand slowly closer and closer to her center, slipping it under her skirt, making him feel her throbbing core, slightly wet due to the attraction and sexual frustration mixed with the stress of exams.

-… what is the meaning of this? – Michael asked, surprised, but his hand made no signs to move away, meanwhile his eyes became pitch black because of lust, and she gently brushed his hand on her, feeling herself became wetter under his soft ministrations, the blue of her thong slowly becoming darker because of the wet patch on it.

-Sweetie, I thought you were smarter than that- she replied, giggling to hide her embarrassment, although she had done the first move, she still didn’t know if Michael would like that approach or if he would be scared from it: boys were always intimidated by strong women.

And she half wanted to pull her hand away, when he took control, his fingers brushing away the silky feelings of her panties to brush the real thing, much softer than the fabric.

But he was a very well-developed man…

… when he wanted to…

She brought her hands down, taken by surprise at that gesture and not knowing how to react: she had been touch-starved for so long, only fulfilling her desires through her small fingers (which were nothing compared to Michael’s skilled ones) and the sudden touch scared her and excited her at the same time.

-… I think you are trying to seduce me, Mrs (L/N)- he mumbled, before he again dived into her neck, but this time he bit it, without any gentleness, he wanted to mark her down, meanwhile his fingers pushed themselves further, not inside of her but they started taking in her most sacred place, collecting sticky wetness which was quick to form, under Michael’s ministrations -… aren’t you, sweetheart? -.

She just nodded, shyly, a bit at trouble with speaking due to his expert hands working her gently but with enough perseverance that she felt something grow in her stomach, small waves of pleasure, still too little to make her lose her mind, but enough to keep her distracted, even more when he stared at her expectantly, those pool of azure eyes looking at any sign of discomfort.

-Words, (Y/N)- he insisted, knowing that she was speechless -… I need those in order to know what you want-.

-Which is you, by the way- he had relented his grasp on her, his fingers stilling, but right on her clit, provoking small and constant waves of pleasure, and she spoke in sarcasm something she was very fluent in -… I wanted you for so long and I have had enough of dancing around this-.

He laughed, gentleness shining in his eyes, before he leaned down to kiss her, retreating their mixed hands from her skin, which prompted her protest to be slowly brought up from her mouth to his and it made him smirk in the kiss.

They separated slowly, after they had sealed their path.

-… if we are going to do this…- his word let out her time to go back and reject this situation, but she didn’t -… I would like a bed, where to take you gently, as in your worst romance novel-.

-I am still ashamed that you found my stack of erotica- she blushed, and he leaned down to kiss the blush from both her cheeks, just resulting in her cheeks becoming far more warmer, meanwhile he gently brushed his excitement coated fingers against her thighs, cleaning them in her mouth, which she opened for him, sucking on them sensually or at least she tried.

She knew she had succeeded when Michael raised her up alongside him, his bulge pressing against her front, the evidence that she hadn’t been the only one affected by this.

-… I am not- he replied, giggling, meanwhile she grasped his neck to keep herself steady on him, her legs tangling automatically against his sides -… now I know what you like in bed: a very bad stall…-.

-Finish that phrase and they will never find your body- she replied, blushing at her horrible taste in books, but Michael just hugged her tighter, showing support no matter what.

-I love you, even if you have a terrible taste in bookish genres- he just confessed, nuzzling his nose against hers, before another butterfly kiss which left her wanting more.

-I love you, even though you are the biggest tease- she replied, before trying to piston her feet against him to make him go faster as indeed… a “stallion”.

He just kissed her forehead, before setting her down, their hands moved closer, linking themselves together immediately, before they moved off to his chamber, hers wouldn’t be proper, since she shared it with Madison and if with tonight she wished to delete anything that occurred in the past, she could stay in his room and avoid the thought that this is where he rejected her.

He felt her insecurity, strolling through her veins and shining in her eyes, and as soon as they were behind closed door: he pushed her against the door, shielding her head gently and kissing her passionately.

Her legs were pulled against his side, meanwhile he grinned himself against her, making the kiss become more sloppy and lazy, open mouthed with his tongue lazily exploring hers, trailing his teeth against her bottom lips, pulling on it, and meeting her eyes in the darkest of expression, his desire coursing through their mouths, meanwhile he pushed himself with such a savage fierceness, as if he wanted to penetrate her in that moment.

She was the first one to pull away, in desperate need of air.

He allowed it, but his hands started to occupy themselves with more important matters: her clothes.

He disrobed her gently, but each piece of skin meant new excitement shining in his eyes, like a child, finally allowed to eat candies… and he laced to one of her nipples immediately, without even properly unlacing her bra, just letting it hang out around her waist, with her shirt thrown off somewhere, not that she had followed its course, when she had the beautiful masterpiece of Michael Langdon sucking her nipples as if his life depended on it under her eyes.

His golden curls, obscuring the view, but they only caressed her skin, heightening her sensations.

-… you taste like the sweetest of honey- he mumbled, finally retreating himself, in the pause before he latched himself to her other nipple -…and you look like the proudest goddess-.

-What did I say about pretty words? – she just huffed, meanwhile a moan was brought out of herself.

-… they excite you- mumbled the bastard, smirking, meanwhile flicking roughly a nipple with his tongue, his hand going under her skirt again, skimming gently over her wetness as if to make her even more aware of what he had just said.

-I have a praise kink- she mumbled pushing herself closer against him -… what can I do babe? -.

He kissed her forehead, giggling gently, before he moved with her towards his plush bed, pushing her down on it, meanwhile he joined her so they could keep doing what they were doing before, with much more ease.

There, time felt so slow, no rushed touches anymore, no matter the fact that they were aching for each other.

And she had a chance to have her own turn with Michael, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing every new inch of piece of skin, meanwhile her fingers tangled with his hair, him becoming mildly calm under her soft ministration, meanwhile he finally unclasped her bran and unzipped skirt, pushing it away, leaving her just in her blue panties.

And him in his dark briefs.

They met halfway again, this time the kiss was hungry and filled with pure gluttony of the other, searching for their most intimate taste, meanwhile their teeth clashed together.

And when they separated he tasted off her from her entire body, licking a big stripe of her skin with his tongue, from her collarbones to her ear, remaining there to suck a little hickey in her skin, before branding a few others on her skin, till she had enough to be mistaken for a unfortunate creature meeting a nest of mosquitos.

But she would deal with it in the morning, she had something more important in her mind.

She moved her hand in search of his length and when she met it, over the fabric, she stroked him gently stealing a breath from his mouth, which was swiftly pulled in a surprised expression, one that made her giggle, meanwhile she dosed his neck of kisses, tracing with her other hand his collarbones.

Her ministrations didn’t stop.

She remembered still the way he had teased her when she had been on his lap.

She wasn’t even in the slightest merciful: she slipped her hand in his boxer but just a few moments, enough to spread the pre-cum forming on its tip on her palm, but pulling it away swiftly, much to Michael’s protests.

And he decided to take the situation in his hands, switching their positions.

-…  my little virgin wants to play- he mumbled, his hands trapping hers, much littler than his -… well I shall not neglect her desires anymore-.

And he moved down on her, till he came in contact with her little panties, pushing them back with the hand that wasn’t holding her down.

She helped him get them out her legs twisting to accompany his movement but as soon as his face was the closest to her mound she pulled him up, protesting.

-I want to taste you- her voice seemed so wanton that she even surprised herself at her own affirmation, but Michael just sweetly smiled at her.

-You did, last time, we were together- he remembered her, meanwhile gently pushing her hair out of her face, to look at her face without it being in the way, the softness in his face, brought her to want another little kiss, her lips pouting a bit -… and I miss your taste-.

She blushed, meanwhile he just smirked, his hands moving against her front, gently cupping one of her breasts and then an idea hit her.

-I might have had an idea that might make both of us happy- she’d have to thank all the erotica books if it worked, if it didn’t, she could blame it all on them -… but I need to switch our positions-.

And jokingly she switched their positions, rolling on him, and being on top, swiftly moving till she was facing his bulge, meanwhile she carefully positioned her mound over his face, waiting for him to approve her idea, which came faster than she thought, when he reached up to lick a long strip of her, from the skin that linked her rosy hole to her clit.

She moaned out, almost losing her grip on him, but she quickly recovered, slipping him out of his briefs, hearing a trembling moan leaving his lips, but he suffocated it in her center, pushing his tongue into her most sacred area, just to retrieve more slick and suck on her little pearl.

And this started a challenge between them, not for their own pleasures but for the other’s.

She started teasing him at first with just her hand, caressing him with regard for his most sensitive areas, before her mouth gently engulfed him.

She did it slowly at first, only tasting the tip, trying to focus her best on his pleasure, but waves of pleasure were soon building in her stomach, because of Michael’s careful attention, meanwhile he was trying to imprint every piece of skin of her most sacred center.

And drink her as if she was spilling ambrosia.

She took much more, a bit annoyed by her hair, falling on her face, but she tried her best, feeling Michael moan in her mound, even take a moment, when she licked the tip, before swiftly pushing herself down the entirety of it, her hands massaging his balls.

They knew they had been bringing each other’s to their relative peaks, but they didn’t dare to give up, as if it was seriously a competition.

And she won it, although she didn’t make Michael cum, but he let go the self-imposed calm he had chosen to tease her to devour her.

And she came.

A rough scream in her mouth and her entire body trembling, enough that she fell on his body, unable to resist, meanwhile her entire body shut down due to pleasure coursing through the entirety of it.

And when she regained consciousness, Michael gently guided her through it, his fingers gently caressing her arms, meanwhile he breathed slowly to make her mimic the pace.

-… that was intense- much more intense than last time, with a freaking succubus.

-I want to say that it is because we love each other, but if I so much as try to be romantic you will knock all my teeth out- he mumbled sweetly, meanwhile he cradled her close and, still feeling boneless due to the mind shattering orgasm.

She giggled, blindly reaching out for him, to kiss him gently, meanwhile she tangled her fingers in his hair, swapping a bit of her taste with her.

-You can say “I love you”, I won’t punch you for that- she mumbled, on his lips feeling the laugh on it and there she opened her eyes, finding him looking at her enamored, meanwhile he whispered softly:

-I love you- and with his eyes completely azure for his honesty she couldn’t deny him the matching and heartfelt reply.

-I love you too- she kissed him again, feeling him against her thigh (which ruined a bit the mood, but… she had also accepted that with that relationship) still hard and she remembered what they were there for -… and I am ready-.

He kissed her for what felt ages, as if he wanted this to last forever.

And she honestly felt like the moment before it all happened was much more intense then the what followed, when Michael distanced himself from her, just a bit and she could still wrap her hands around him, to steady herself.

-… it might hurt a bit, so if you want to back out at any given moment, all you have to do is tell me- he caressed her thighs gently, and under his hands, goosebumps appeared, meanwhile she nodded slowly.

-I know it- she replied shyly, meanwhile kissing his cheek moving closer to his ear -… I trust you so much Michael-.

With other guys she had never felt ready, because she was scared that it might disappoint her, that it might tarnish her but worst of all she just felt like it might just not be that special, not worth the wait and after it was done, there would be nothing more.

But she lived for Michael, the sweet touches they shared, the laughs which erupted because of their dumb thoughts, and she knew that no matter what, this wasn’t the end… it was just a natural step, the most natural… and even if her and Michael ended up not being a thing… she wouldn’t have wanted to lose her virginity to anyone else.

-… I won’t betray it- he mumbled, meanwhile he gently kissed the back of her hand, tenderly nuzzling his nose against it -… you are the most precious thing that ever happened to me-.

-No silly words, remember? – she laughed shyly, but answered -… you are the best thing that happened to me-.

And with that… their paths was sealed and he kissed her one last time, meanwhile his hands checked her wetness, only enticed by their soft moment, before gently breaching her entrance with the smooth tip of him, and she immediately tensed, meanwhile Michael guided her through it.

-… calm down, sweetie, you need to relax- and didn’t do anything till she indeed relaxed, pushing with much more gentleness, meanwhile he caressed her head and kneaded her breast to distract  her which worked perfectly and he was able to push halfway in, touching her barrier.

Before proceeding, he took a last look at her face, no show of pain and no tension, just a relaxed and curious expression and before shredding her last inch of innocence he kissed her, feeling her bite his bottom lip to suppress the pain.

-Do I …? – he felt the need to stop, she knew it, no matter that his face was distorted in pleasure.

-Just give me a few minutes- she mumbled, meanwhile she tried her best to slowly adjust herself, to Michael’s length, scared by the fact that it wasn’t all in and it was already overwhelming her -… please don’t move-.

-All the time in the world- he replied, meanwhile he gently kissed her forehead.

Slowly, much more slowly than the actual time that passed, she started not feeling the pain anymore, stuck in a limbo of “not-yet-pleasure” but “neither-still-in-pain”, but all she had to wait was for Michael to slowly move and something was struck inside her, the thrill of a little excitement.

-Move- she mumbled, even going as far as to push a bit Michael with the legs that had wrapped themselves around him -… for the love of God-.

-Got it! – he giggled, but she felt the clearly aroused bit in it and he actually started moving, slowly and then as she encouraged him with moans and her nails pushing themselves in her skin faster, her eyes finding his, finding him under a strange spell, hers.

He started groaning with much more impatience and his manhood throbbed inside of her and she knew he was close, and although she was excited and not in pain, she was so far away from that state of true ecstasy.

Not for long, at least, because Michael decided to take the matters in his hand, quite literally: gently caressing her clit, meanwhile he gently moved her legs up his shoulder hitting her further inside her, a spot that made her gasp at its sudden finding, meanwhile his peace also increased.

-… you don’t understand how beautiful you look- he whispered in her ear and she just nodded; the intensity of the new sudden sensation made her feel teary.

-Please please… keep going- she quivered, under him, meanwhile her legs tried to find a better way to adjust themselves on his shoulder, her muscles aching a bit, meanwhile she met him for a kiss, before pushing one down on his chest -Don’t stop-.

-You are so close, I can feel you clenching around me- and she could feel him throbbing, his pace becoming more erratic -… that’s the best feeling in the world-.

-… even better than my mouth around it? - she didn’t know where the dirty talk came from and she could see the surprise from Michael, but her dignity was long gone.

-A thousand times better- he replied, smirking, meanwhile she finally felt so close…-… I am close-.

-I am close too- she repeated, meanwhile her nails sink themselves in him, and she felt herself let go, no preparations needed, totally lost in the moment, just feeling warmth in her, meanwhile he groaned deeply in her ears, bringing her back to reality.

He fell ungracefully on top of her and she groaned loudly, before breathing out a breathy laugh.

-… that was…- he tried to breath, completely out of breath.

-… say it with your words honey- she made fun of him, but gently cuddled closer, feeling like as if she wasn’t attached to him anymore as she was before, although he was still in her, soft but in her.

-… we are going to have a second round, if you still have the energy to joke around- he joked, kissing her forehead, lovingly; there wasn’t even a bit of bite in his tone.

-Oh, you love when I am smarter than you- she fought back, meanwhile he gently exited her, making her leave out a grunt of pain at being empty.

-I love you, in general- he giggled -… a bit less when you are a smartass-.

And then he got up, on his knees, to collect the covers to shield her body, finally self-consciousness appearing so she was grateful to hide under them, also because she was honestly feeling more and more sleepy, both for the emotional stress and the physical one.

Michael immediately moved closer laying a kiss before he gently whispered that he would be getting in the bathroom to collect a few things in order to clean up, which he did gently, meanwhile cooing at her, throwing the towels in the laundry chest, avoiding make her take a look at the blood on it, but she could see it on the mattress.

She didn’t regret it.

Because in the end they were together in this, she knew it when he cuddled closer to her, bringing them together again, sleep slowly taking over.

In the end…

… with a little loss of her innocence.

… with a little loss of his dignity.

… he finally had a little gain of her.

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Little disclaimer: the relationship between Reader and Michael started as dub-con, so I just wanted you to know that I don’t support or condone in any way, in real life, dyb-con or non-con; consent is important, never forget about it!

I really hope you will like it, lovelies!

Let me know what you thought about it, with DMs or asks or hearts or reblogs, I honestly love hearing all your thoughts!

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SPECTRE (2015)

Today Drew is forced to watch and recap 2015’s SPECTRE, the twenty-fourth and final (for now) James Bond adventure. 007 has been put through the ringer over the course of these last few movies, but now it’s all come down to this. Can Bond unmask the shadowy puppet master who’s been pulling the strings this whole time? Can he find out who’s been manipulating not only himself and MI6 but the whole world? When the time comes, will he want to?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, I can’t believe you’ve done it, you madman! You can now say you’ve watched every single episode of The Golden Girls and The Golden Palace. What a coup! I’m extremely proud of you, and you’ve done an amazing job with your recaps over the years. I know you still have one more post to go, but you should give yourself a well-earned pat on the back! And hey, mister, this duo’s got two powerhouses and their names are You and Me!

Buttocks tight!

Screenplay by John Logan, Neal Purvis, Robert Wade & Jez Butterworth, film directed by Sam Mendes

We start off with a traditional barrel shot, which it feels like we haven’t seen in forever, and then we get a menacing quote about the dead being alive. We cut to an absolutely banging Día de Muertos celebration in Mexico City, where Bond, decked out in full skeletal garb, is led to a hotel room by a hot-to-trot Mexican lady. Bond’s only interested in her hotel room because he can use the window to get out on the roof, much to her disappointment. From the roof he can see into another building where a shady deal is going down. He snipes a few henchmen but then a bomb goes off in the room and the whole damn building comes crashing down, taking part of Bond’s hotel with it. I sure hope that lady got out in time! The man Bond was actually after, Marco Sciarra (Alessandro Cremona), survived the explosion, and Bond chases him out into the Black Parade. A helicopter is coming to collect Sciarra, but Bond boards it right after him and gets in an aerial fight with Sciarra and the helicopter pilot. Bond yanks a ring off Sciarra’s finger before kicking him out of the ‘copter to his death, then kicks the pilot out for good measure and barely manages to get the helicopter under control before it crashes into the parade-goers. Bond flies toward Mexico City proper and notices a stylized octopus on the ring he took off of Sciarra.

With that high-flying action behind us, we cut to our opening credits as Sam Smith, the first gay to ever win an Oscar, sings “Writing’s on the Wall”. A nude bond is felt up by some fiery ladies as a spooky octopus waves its tentacles around menacingly. Also, there’s some full-on hentai shit going on as some naked ladies get felt up by more octopi.

C’mon, I don’t need to be Samuel L. Jackson to know tentacle porn when I see it. In addition to this flagrant display of fetishes, we also get some call backs from the last few movies. We see smoky visions of Vesper Lynd and Le Chiffre from Casino Royale, Raoul Silva from Skyfall and even the late, great Dench-brand M. I guess Dominic Greene from Quantum of Solace was too busy to come in that day, huh? From here things get very amateur-filmmaker-going-into-their-first-year-of-film-school-with-a-big-chip-on-their-shoulder as Bond and a woman make their way through a motionless crowd of people and embrace while a massive octopus with a skull-with-eyes for a head looms over them and the nonexistent film strip melts. Bond prepares to shoot someone, but an adorable baby octopus envelops his gun and turns his bullet into ink, which zooms through a crowd of sexy naked ladies. We get shots of a board meeting overseen by a cecaelia and some body horror in the form of an iris made of tentacles (which is actually a pretty cool shot) before we head back to wear it all began with a nude Bond being felt up by some fiery ladies.

With that hour-long sequence behind us we jump to MI6 HQ, where Bond is getting reamed by M (née Gareth Mallory) over the destruction he caused in Mexico. Turns out Bond was going a bit rogue, and M has no idea what Bond was doing in Mexico City. Bond refuses to tell M what he was doing south of the border, and M takes Bond off active duty. Bond meets Max Denbigh (Andrew Scott), the head of the new Joint Intelligence Service whom Bond dubs ‘C’. C seems friendly enough, but M informs bond that he’s intent on dismantling the 00 program for good.

Miss Moneypenny catches up to Bond and delivers him a box of stuff MI6 managed to recover from Skyfall. Bond has Moneypenny deliver the box to his spartan apartment, where he shows her a tape from the late M telling him to hunt down and kill Sciarra. She also notes that he should attend Sciarra’s funeral, which is in three days. Moneypenny points out that the current M won’t sign off on that, but Bond’s not worried about that. He needs Moneypenny to do a little digging for him and investigate a name he heard in Mexico: The Pale King.

Moneypenny leaves and Bond sifts through the stuff from Skyfall, finding an odd, partially burnt picture of him as a boy with a mysterious man and an unknown young man. Bond heads to the Q Branch, where Q implants a tracker in his arm on the orders of M. Q then shows off an amazing new car, which it turns out is actually for the mysterious 009, and gives Bond a normal, totally non-gadgety watch instead. Bond convinces a reluctant Q to make his tracker go on the fritz so he can sneak off to Sciarra’s funeral and heads off to run some errands. He drops Moneypenny and a thank you note and a conspicuous cell phone, then breaks into Q Branch, steals 009’s car and a big gun.

He arrives at Sciarra’s funeral in Rome and immediately puts the moves on the dead man’s widow, Lucia (Monica Bellucci). Lucia rebuffs Bond’s advances, but he later saves her from some assassins at her house and she tells him her husband belonged to a shadowy cabal of businessmen before they fuck the pain away (Peaches. “Fuck the Pain Away.” The Teaches of Peaches, Kitty-Yo, 2000. MP3.). Lucia tells Bond where this shadowy cabal is meeting, and he heads that way despite her warnings that he’s definitely going to get killed. He uses Sciarra’s ring to gain access to the meeting, and he witnesses the group planning all sorts of untoward and illegal activities. Bond notices the chair at the head of the table is empty, though that soon ceases to be a problem as the head honcho (Christoph Waltz), shrouded in shadow, arrives and takes his seat.

The group moves onto discuss the death of Sciarra, and one of the businessmen argues that they should scrap the plot Sciarra was working on. That businessman is promptly killed by Mr. Hinx (Dave Bautista), a hulking beast with metal thumbnails that he uses to gouge out the unfortunate dissenter’s eyes. With that display of power over, the man in the shadows calls out Bond by name. He hints at a past connection with Bond, and reveals his face. Bond seems to recognize him, but he’s set upon by various henchmen and barely manages to make it to 009’s car. He sets off through the streets of Rome with Mr. Hinx in hot pursuit. Bond thinks this is a good time to give Moneypenny a call and finds out that the Pale King is in fact Mr. White (remember him?). He asks Moneypenny to look into a man named Franz Oberhauser, who’s supposed to be dead. With that out of the way Bond gets back to the whole chase thing, and finally gives Mr. Hinx the slip by using the ejector seat in 009’s car before he drives it into a canal.

In Tokyo, C is advocating the Nine Eyes program, which would unite the globe under unprecedented surveillance. M secretly votes against Nine Eyes being enacted, then he receives news about Bond’s car crash in Rome. He orders Q to track Bond down, and Q reports that Bond is in Altaussee, Austria. Bond’s tracked down Mr. White with Moneypenny’s help, and it’s finally time to give that wily rascal his comeuppance. Or, well, it would be if a gnarly case of thallium poisoning hadn’t done most of the work for Bond. White explains that Oberhauser has ordered his assassination because White had a problem with him taking their work, which was always pretty bad, in a much darker direction with a lot of innocent bystanders getting hurt. Bond demands to know where he can find Oberhauser, but White says Oberhauser is everywhere. Bond deduces that White is trying to protect his daughter; White tells Bond to find her, and if he keeps her safe she’ll take him to someone called L’Américain so he can find Oberhauser. White then eats a bullet from Bond’s gun, and Bond leaves.

Back in London, C reveals to M that he’s bugged Moneypenny’s phone so he knows Bond was headed to Austria. Right about that time, Mr. Hinx arrives at the dead White’s house. Bond arrives at the office of White’s daughter, a psychiatrist named Dr. Madeleine Swann (Léa Seydoux) Bond informs Dr. Swann about her father’s death, but she refuses to take him to L’Américain. Bond goes to a bar where he’s met by Q, who informs him that all hell is breaking loose in London. He tells him Franz Oberhauser is dead, and that he and Moneypenny are both going to get screwed if Bond doesn’t get his shit together and come home. Bond gives that idea a pass, and instead gives Q Sciarra’s ring to investigate. Bond is about to be escorted away by security when he sees Dr. Swann being kidnapped by Mr. Hinx and some nondescript goons.

Bond just can’t keep his feet on the ground in this movie, so he steals a little plane and pursues Mr. Hinx et al. Q, meanwhile, is having problems of his own. He’s been hacking away at the mainframe inside Sciarra’s ring, unaware that he was totally about to be assassinated by a pair of henchmen. He’s only saved by the arrival of a bunch of ski bunnies in the cable car he and the assassins are on. Bond uses his plane to crash one of the cars in Mr. Hinx’s entourage, and the sound of the explosion is enough of a distraction for Q to slip away from his would-be assassins and hide in a closet. After a rather rough landing involving a crash through a barn, Bond rescues Dr. Swann. She’s not thrilled about the idea of working with him, but he convinces her to tag along as he goes to meet up with Q.

Q’s managed to hack into the ring, which reveals that several important figures from past movies, including Le Chiffre, Patrice, Mr. White, Sciarra, Raoul Silva and Dominic Greene (who gets shown on Q’s screen but apparently doesn’t warrant being mentioned by name, which is really making him feel like the middle child of this criminal underworld), are all linked together by Franz Oberhauser. Q doesn’t know what this collection of hoodlums is called, but Dr. Swann does: SPECTRE. Oh shiiiiiii

Dr. Swann finally spills the tea on L’Américain. Turns out it’s not a person, but a hotel. Specifically a hotel in Tangier, Morocco, which is where Bond and Dr. Swann head while Q goes back to London. Dr. Swann checks into a room that her father would always check into, and Bond begins to dismantle it in search of some kind of clue or message while Dr. Swann gets shitfaced on wine like a soccer mom with a kid-free afternoon. After Dr. Swann passes out Bond gets a hot tip from a mouse he has an intimate moment with and discovers a secret room connected to the hotel room. The room is littered with pictures of Dr. Swann as a baby, as well as a VHS that apparently recorded Vesper Lynd getting interrogated, but more importantly it holds a set of coordinates which lead to Oberhauser’s base in the Sahara.

Back in London, C has gone behind M’s back and gotten Nine Eyes approved. He’s also gotten the 00 program shut down, which M is understandably not thrilled about. Meanwhile, Bond and Dr. Swann board a train headed for Oberhauser’s hideout. Bond tries to mansplain guns to Dr. Swann, but she’s a badass in her own right and doesn’t need any lessons from him. They begin to Bond, but this is interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Hinx. Mr. Hinx beats Bond’s ass up and down the train, but Bond and Dr. Swann working together are able to get him yeeted out of the train by a rope around his neck. They then have sex, because of course, before arriving at a deserted waystation on the Sahara. They have to wait a while, but eventually a car comes to collect them and takes them to a secret hideout located inside a crater.

In a very Dr. No-esque scene, Bond and Dr. Swann are greeted politely by Oberhauser’s staff and sent to bespoke swanky rooms (after Bond turns over his gun). In Dr. Swann’s room she finds a picture of herself and her dad, and in Bond’s picture he finds an unburnt copy of that picture that was recovered from Skyfall. Turns out the mysterious other young man who was standing with baby Bond and that unknown man was none other than a young Oberhauser. Dr. Swann and Bond are taken to meet with Oberhauser, who shows off the meteorite that made the crater he’s built his base in. He gives a heavy-handed monologue comparing himself to the meteorite before he gives them a tour of his facility. The tour culminates in a room full of people monitoring news stations and hidden security camera feeds, including one hidden in MI6. Bond deduces that C works for Oberhauser, and Oberhauser’s been striving to dismantle the 00 program.

Oberhauser describes himself as the author of all Bond’s pain and takes credit for the deaths of Vesper Lynd and the previous M. He confirms that Le Chiffre, Greene and Silva all worked for him, and then he plays a recording of Mr. White’s suicide to torment Dr. Swann. Bond is knocked out, and he wakes up he’s strapped to a chair as Oberhauser prepares to fiddle around with his brain. Also, just to give the game away, we get a shot of a certain signature white cat. Dr. Swann is forced to watch while Oberhauser drills into Bond’s brain, and when she demands to know why Oberhauser is doing this he launches into some backstory. Turns out the guy from the photograph is Oberhauser’s father; after Bond was orphaned at a young age Oberhauser’s dad took him in and asked Oberhauser to think of him as a little brother. Bond and Oberhauser’s dad formed a strong connection, so Oberhauser killed his own father out of jealously and faked his own death. As you do. He tells Bond that Franz Oberhauser really did die in an avalanche alongside his father, and the man now torturing Bond is Ernst Stavro Blofeld. Hey, it’s been a while (sort of)!

Blofeld begins to drill into Bond’s brain again, this time with the intention of destroying the part of his brain that lets him recognize faces. Why not! Bond is able to pass the watch Q gave to him forever ago to Dr. Swann, and it turns out there’s a bomb in that little sucker. Blofeld is caught up in the explosion but Dr. Swann is able to free Bond from his restraints and the two beat feet out of there. Bond sets off another explosion which destroys Blofeld’s entire facility, and then, because Bond’s feet have been on the ground way too long, he and Dr. Swann fly off in a helicopter.

Bond and Dr. Swann arrive in London, where they meet with M in secret. Bond lets M know that C is dirty, and they plan to take care of him. Dr. Swann can’t handle being part of all this cloak and dagger stuff anymore, so she peaces out while Bond, M, Moneypenny and Q head off to TCOB. This super squad lasts about a minute before the car carrying M and Bond gets t-boned. M manages to slip away, but Bond is taken prisoner. Q and Moneypenny pick up M while Bond manages to take out two goons with his head in a sack and his hands tied together. M and Q try to keep C’s Nine Eyes system from going online confront the traitor in his office while Bond navigates the ruins of the former MI6 HQ in search of Blofeld.

Bond finds Blofeld safely encapsulated behind some bulletproof glass. The explosion from earlier has given him his trademark scar and milky eye, and he informs Bond that he’s once again captured Dr. Swann. He’s wired the building with explosives, and Bond only has three minutes before they go TF off. Bond can either waste time trying to find Dr. Swann or he can save himself and escape. Blofeld triggers the countdown and heads out, leaving Bond to search for Dr. Swann. Q manages to keep Nine Eyes from going off, but M and C scuffle and C falls to his death. Bond catches sight of Blofeld getting away in a helicopter (the helicopter budget for this movie must have been off the chain), but he manages to rescue Dr. Swann and the two make it outside as the building explodes behind them.

Bond, riding in a speedboat, manages to shoot Blofeld’s helicopter out of the sky with a handgun. Let that sink in for a minute. The helicopter crashes, but Blofeld survives and escapes the wreckage. Unfortunately he scuttles right into Bond’s path, and Bond prepares to execute him. Blofeld urges him to finish it, but Bond declines and turns Blofeld over to M while he goes to meet Dr. Swann instead. Blofeld watches Bond and Dr. Swann walk away together as M informs him he’s being arrested.

Some time later, Bond arrives in Q Branch and gets the newly rebuilt old-timey car so he and Dr. Swann can drive off in style.

The End

~~~~~

Man, I know I’ve complained about how long these movies can get before, but I really wasn’t prepared for this puppy. To start off with some things I liked, I thought Mr. Hinx was a neat henchman and it feels like it’s been a long time since we had a good goon with a physical quirk like his metal thumbnails. It was fun to see some gadgets at play, and in a lot of ways this movie felt like a nod to classic, cheesier Bond films as opposed to the grittier, more realistic movies that have preceded it. I liked Dr. Swann a lot, and I appreciated that M, Q and Moneypenny all got stuff to do instead of just meeting with Bond before he jets off on his adventure and they’re left in the office. Now, I’ve got to comment on Blofeld… First of all, it’s neat to have him, and SPECTRE, back in the game after such a long absence. But why they heck did they need to make it so he and Bond grew up together? And Blofeld has built this entire criminal empire just because he had daddy issues and he was jealous of Bond? There has to be more to him than that! Also, I hated that Silva got turned into a henchman for SPECTRE. It was pretty blatantly stated that both Le Chiffre and Greene were part of a larger organization so I don’t mind them getting retconned into Blofeld’s agents, but Silva’s vendetta against the late M felt so personal and it doesn’t make sense to me that he was working for someone else. A lot of this movie was fun and I enjoyed most of it, but if I think about the motivations behind it all for even a little bit then the whole thing comes apart. This isn’t the worst Bond movie by any means (lookin’ at you, Thunderball), but it feels like it did a disservice to its immediate predecessors and didn’t come anywhere near the heights of Casino Royale or Skyfall.

I give SPECTRE QQQ on the Five Q Scale.

I can’t believe it, but there aren’t going to be any new recaps after that! We did it, Eli! Well, almost. Eli’s going to do a final post recapping his thoughts on his time spent with the Girls in The Golden Girls and The Golden Palace, and after that I’ll put up a post summing up my final thoughts on the James Bond franchise.

Until then, as always, thank you for reading, thank you for joining us on this wild ride and thank you for being One of Us!

[sleepwalkcollective]

A DOMESTICA BIBLIOGRAPHY

A few weeks ago our friend Nohar asked us, jokingly, if we could provide a bibliography for Domestica, and now that we're just a few weeks away from our shows at Battersea Arts Centre in London (May 23rd-26th) we figured...why the hell not. So here it is. This is actually slightly funny (and tricky) to write, partly because we made the show over such a long period of time (2011-2016) that we've lost track of quite a lot of where the material came from (and what, if anything, it might have been in reference to), and partly just because of the way in which we decided that the work would reference other artworks. From the very beginning of the process we were clear that our interest was not so much in the artworks themselves as it was in our collective memory and sense of them, the kinds of images and ideas that immediately spring to mind - more or less universally, we hope - when we talk about "classical art". Consequently the material draws almost entirely from works that we already knew, and could remember (at least in part), and which felt like they would be broadly familiar to an audience.

Some of the show was informed by visits to the Prado museum in Madrid, although we were more influenced I think by a general sense of the artworks there when seen en masse -  the kind of recurrent tropes and atmospheres - than by individual works themselves. And except maybe for a couple of cases we deliberately didn't go back and look at any of the artworks, and avoided concrete research as such.

Crucially, you don't need to get any of the references in order to get the show, and as long as you have a dim sense of what classical art is and does - and the space it occupies in our collective culture and memory - that should be more than enough.

For the curious though, what follows is a list of all of the specific references in the show that we can remember, arranged in the order that they appear; as a list it's not really spoiler-y, I don't think, but if you don't wanna know anything at all before you see the show you might want to give the rest of this blog a miss :)

- The First Panel doesn't refer explicitly to anything, although the show's opening text does make (oblique, mostly for-our-own-amusement) reference to both the First Communique from the Weather Underground (which I'm kind of obsessed with), and to Alien³. The date given for this panel is the present day (ie. it's currently set as 2018), and we'll continue to update that for as long as we continue to perform the show.

- The Second Panel references, at length, Boticelli's Birth Of Venus, one of few paintings we suspected would be universally-familiar enough that we could talk about it in some detail without having to explain what we were describing. The panel also then includes a rush of references that are mostly non-specific - this material was built around a generic list we made of the kinds of things you find in classical art - although I'm pretty sure Ibsen's Hedda Gabler is in the somewhere, as is Penelope from Homer's Odyssey (she'll be back again later in the show...). Towards the end of the panel there's a clear and obvious reference to Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights, another painting we imagined might be familiar to most. The date given for this panel is 1485, the approximate year in which the Birth Of Venus was painted.

- The Third Panel directly references Chekhov's Three Sisters (which we love, and to which we returned when making Khloé Kardashian in 2017), although really it's more in reference to a kind of generic Chekhov/Ibsen/Strindberg kind of mushed-together naturalistic drama (I'm sure you know what I mean here...), and actually I think I was mostly going off some dim memories of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina for some of the references in the text. The date given for this panel is 1896, the year Chekov's The Seagull was first performed; we could have put the year that Three Sisters premiered - 1901 - but wanted to keep all of the historical dates pre-20th century.

- Despite appearances, the Fourth Panel actually refers to nothing much in particular, beyond a vague memory of the kinds of things that appear in pastoral scenes (we may have been picturing Rubens here for some of the details(?), although I suspect I may be adding this retroactively...). Undoubtably we were thinking of Disney's Fantasia as well when working on this section. The date given for this panel is 1821, the year Constable painted The Hay Wain, a more or less arbitrary choice.

- The Fifth Panel refers explicitly to Mozart's Don Giovanni, and even nods to a couple of lines from the libretto - this is one of only a couple of cases where we allowed ourselves a more obscure reference for the sake of a good line - and is generally informed, for some of it's details, by visits to cathedrals across Spain. There are nods here also to a half-remembered, GCSE-level knowledge of Greek Drama, and to images of severed heads in paintings (possibly we were picturing Caravagio's Salome with the Head of Saint John the Baptist specifically), and the Incongruous Nude is likely taken from Botticelli's Calumny of Apelles. Aesthetically, this scene (as with much of the show, actually) was obliquely informed by Val del Omar's Fuego en Castilla. The date given for this panel is 1652, the year Bernini completed the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa, which is later referenced directly in the Seventh Panel (see below).

- The Sixth Panel doesn't refer to anything in particular, I don't think. The date given for this panel, 2012, is the year in which we wrote the initial version of this text.

- The big text in the Seventh Panel includes rapid-fire references to the Minotaur, Ophelia from Hamlet, Odysseus and Penelope from Homer's Odyssey, Samson and Delilah, and Bernini's Ecstasy of Saint Teresa (this latter is actually worth looking up if you're not familiar with it, not least because it's gorgeous...). Aesthetically there's a Felini influence in there somewhere as well if I remember right. The date given for this panel is back in the present day.

Beyond those concrete references there's also a couple of buried threads, remnants from early versions of the show which didn't make it into the finished version - like the Patty Hearst kidnap tapes (another obsession during the early residencies), and Ivan Pavlov's experiments in Classical Conditioning - which are more or less invisible in the show now, but you might catch an occasional echo, and some of this early material is included in the Domestica book that's coming in May.

There were also of course a number of more general influences on the work: both form and content were informed by The Fold by Deleuze and Visual Culture by Richard Howells and Joaquim Negreiros, to give just two examples; the costume design by Ana Inés Jabares Pita was influenced by the work of Francisco de Zurbarán; and Alice Saville's excellent write up of the show for Exeunt - which you can read HERE - correctly picked up on a relationship with Mallory Ortberg's work for The Toast, which we came across part way through making the show and have a lot of love for, although the influence was more general and tonal than specific.

And finally, a last note which feels important-ish: in the last couple of days of finishing the show in 2016 we stumbled across Audrey Wollen's Sad Girl Theory and wished we'd discovered it sooner, as it feels like it articulates a bunch of ideas that crossover with what we were doing or thought we were doing, and so although the discovery came too late to influence Domestica it still hangs ghostlike over just about everything else we're now working on...

And that's about everything we remember, although there may be more; if you wanna check any of these, the full Domestica performance text will be published by Oberon Books on May 1st.

Sammy (2018)

Domestica photo by Alex Brenner

PS. relatedly, we've written a big list of 100 things that have influenced our work between 2006-2016 - including the period in which we were working on Domestica - which you can read over HERE.

[theoddcatlady]

Online Dating

“His name should be… Augustus Payne…”

“Holy shit, Mike.”

I covered my mouth to muffle my laughter as my friend typed in the name. He grinned as he contemplated what to put next. “We’re a millionaire…”

“Mike!”

“We own a houseboat…”

“Mike!”

“We love walks on the beach…”

“Holy shit Mike, you are putting way too much effort into this!”

Mike laughed and sat back in the desk chair, steepling his fingers. “Hey man. If this gets us nudes, it’s worth it,” He said.

I had to agree. I took a sip of my soda and thought for a second. “Augustus also writes poetry. He’s looking to get published,” I offered up.

“Chase, you beautiful bastard. I could kiss you.”

I grinned before I went back to looking through profiles on a modeling website. This was probably one of the stupider ideas Mike has ever come up with, pretend to be this hot guy to get some hot girls to talk to us, but there were stupider ways to spend a Friday night.

I stopped scrolling when I saw this model with some European name I couldn’t pronounce. Generic hot white guy, high cheek bones, ruffled dark brown hair, light stubble. Perfect for what we needed. “Hey man, I found a face for Augustus.” I turned my phone so Mike could look.

Mike nodded. “Got it, gimme a sec to play in photoshop though. Just to touch him up.”

“He’s a fucking model, Mike, what kind of touching up does he need?”

Apparently ‘touching up’ meant changing a few backgrounds, adding a small scar under ‘Augustus’ lip, and turning his dark brown eyes very bright blue. I had to admit, Mike was good. If I didn’t know better I’d say I was looking at a real person.

Mike added the pics to the profile and sat back.

“And now, we wait.”

We didn’t have to wait long. One round of Overwatch later and Mike was shouting, “We got a girl! Holy shit she’s hot!”

I had to disagree. ‘Justine’ could afford to lose a few pounds and had a bit of a lazy eye, but Mike was focusing on one thing… er, two things if you get the hint of my drift.

“So, Justine…” Mike spoke aloud as he typed. “What do you think about sailing?”

I snorted. The poor girl ate every line up. Mike wasn’t exactly a looker, given he was thirty pounds overweight and had a serious case of pizza face, but he had one thing on me and that was he knew how to schmooze. Meanwhile I looked okay, but I was terrible with the ladies. I’d get this terrible stutter and forget my own name.

An hour in and I was already bored, wanting to go kick some more ass as Genji, but Mike was just getting started.

“Here.”

He had jotted down the password for the account. He pressed it into my hand and grinned.

“Get some practice talking to chicks. It might do you some good.”

The next morning I picked out Janette. She was a little older, past forty, but I figured a hot guy like Augustus would get her attention. Plus, I like them mature. I sent off a message telling her hello and complimented her necklace.

Aren’t I a little old for you, sweetie?

The best part about online messaging, I found out super quickly? I could take my time formulating a decent response.

I don’t think the age difference is a big deal, really. You’re like what, thirty two?

I patted myself on the back for that one. And Janette’s response declared me the winner.

We’ll go with that. Feel like sharing your poetry with me, Augustus dear?

I thought I’d drop this within a day, maybe two or three. But as days went on, I met more and more amazing girls. There was Janette of course. We’d sext at around three AM, which I was a bit clumsy with at first but thankfully she seemed to brush it off. Valarie was a cheerleader at a nearby college, very perky and I didn’t have to ask twice for boob pics. She sent me a lot more than that. Patti was a starving artist who liked to smoke weed and talk about her newest vision with me.

It was so much fun.

Mike had a few girls I noticed he’d talk to frequently, Lauren, Heidi, Mallory, but as an unspoken rule to each other we never looked at each other’s conversations. Some things were best left to the imagination.

Course when stuff really got good I got fucking mono. Yup. Mister ‘never kissed a girl’ clearly drank from the wrong water fountain and was out for the count for three weeks. I was in no mood to talk to girls or even look at nudes. I was just not up for it. I told Mike he better have fun without me and he laughed.

When I finally felt better, I decided to see if I could repair any of the relationships I’d let grow cold. I logged onto quite the surprise though.

My conversations had seemingly continued on at normal.

I snapped out of feeling sorry for myself to read through the conversations. It was like nothing had changed. ‘Augustus’ conversed with these women as normal, sharing new poetry and sending body shots from new modeling shoots.

I got annoyed. Mike had gone through my convos, which is something I hadn’t specified he not do, but it was a little uncomfortable to say the least. I was practicing my dirty talk on these chicks! Not cool man. Not cool.

Then I read the last messages sent to Valarie.

I’ll meet you on the lakeshore. We can take a swim.

hehehe! maybe a lil skinny dipping ;)

We’ll have to see, my pixie. I imagine you look even more ravishing in person. I can’t wait to meet you.

I slammed my laptop shut and picked up my phone. Furiously I punched in Mike’s number and waited for him to pick up.

A few rings and he answered, “What’s up my man? Still dead?”

“Dude, are you serious?”

I could hear Mike pause what he was doing. “Serious about what?” He asked.

I wanted to pitch my phone across the room. “You’re meeting Valarie? I don’t think she’s gonna not notice that you’re not six foot six with washboard abs!”

Mike paused. “Dude, the fuck you talking about?”

“The dating website, you moron!”

He was quiet for a bit before he laughed. “Seriously? Chase I’ve not been on there in days. Too busy trying to find a new roommate. You up for that by the way? I know you’re kinda jobless but we could make it work!”

Too irritated to play games, I hung up and went to bed. I still felt pretty fucked up and I wasn’t in the mood to be awake anymore.

The next morning I scrolled through my Facebook feed to be barraged with news of a murder.

“Isn’t it terrible? She was only twenty one!”

“She had so much to live for.”

“She had a FULL RIDE through college! Who could do this to her?”

I was confused. We might’ve lived in a college town, but other than the vandalism during pledge week it was pretty quiet. Murder was unheard of. I clicked to an article where the victim was named.

It was Valarie. But not quite the Valarie I knew.

She had the same smile, but she was a little chubbier, wore glasses, had not as shiny and full hair… and she was in a wheelchair.

I scrolled through the photos she’d sent me, I’d never realized I hadn’t ever seen her standing up before. I was more focused on other body parts… which were a little touched up. Something I hadn’t bothered to notice.

And yeah, it was murder. She was dragged into the lake and drowned. She didn’t stand a chance.

I looked up news from the past few weeks. Although another murder hadn’t rocked my town, there were quite a few missing girls and dead bodies in cities surrounding us. And I began to piece together who each one was.

Patti wasn’t a stoner, she was a meth addict and apparently got more money for drugs by whoring herself out. Mallory, one of Mike’s girls, didn’t have a yacht, she was apparently an avid canoe lover though. Lauren was ten years older than the pictures she posted. I could go on and on.

My best friend had gone serial killer on me. All these girls we’d talked to, they were maybe as fake as we were, but Mike had apparently taken personal offense to that.

I was wondering what the hell I could do when I realized that I was getting messaged by Janette… and I was apparently messaging her back.

“So, tonight? At the docks?”

“I cannot wait, Augustus. I’m going to be honest with you though.”

“Oh?”

“I’m... working on separating with my husband. It’s a very tough process, given our kids and all, so it isn’t legal yet.”

“Ah. I see. You omitted the truth… some might call that lying.”

“Is our date still on?”

“Sure.”

My heart was pounding in my ears. I had to stop this. Janette was actually a great person, I couldn’t let her get killed by my friend turned psycho.

I hurriedly began to type out a warning.

Janette don’t go it’s a trap!

When I hit send, my stomach dropped as the message didn’t go through. No matter how many times I tried, over and over, the message wouldn’t send. I must’ve sent a dozen warnings before I realized that Janette had gone offline.

Not sure what else to do, I got on my bike and began pedaling.

It was dark by the time I got to the docks, where Augustus supposedly kept his boat. I figured this is where Mike meant. I knew Mike was seriously out of shape, so I had the advantage. All I had to do was get him away from Janette and she could run and call the cops.

Foolproof.

I ran down the dock. Where the hell was Mike? I knew he didn’t own a boat, the guy worked at McDonald’s. Did he borrow someone’s? Heck, was he even on a boat?

I skidded to a stop when I read the name off of one of them.

Narcissus.

I don’t know why that name caught my eye, but then I heard the water splashing. Not just the soft splashes of it washing on the dock. The kind where someone’s thrashing about and trying to escape.

I ran down the docks, searching for the source, when I caught a figure kneeling out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and flashed the light on my phone on him.

The man was leaned over the edge of the deck, pushing someone’s head below the water. Someone who was no longer struggling. I could make out a dark blue jacket, I recognized it as Janette’s from her profile picture. The man stood, kicked her body into the ocean, and faced me.

I dropped my phone when I saw his face. It smash and the dock and the light went dead.

We were quiet. Then he walked forward. I couldn’t move. My legs were frozen. I could only make out his muscled silhouette in the dim moonlight. He was ten feet away. Then five. Then he was right in front of me.

I recognized that face, those eerily blue eyes. He leaned in close to me, smiling.

“Hello, father.”

He clapped a hand on my shoulder. His grip was like iron.

“I got rid of another liar for you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with it. Keep trying, I’m sure you’ll find me a mother soon.”

And with that, Augustus hopped onto the Narcissus and sailed away into the night.

[torturedwarrior]

Aileen Wuornos:

Who is Aileen Wuornos? How and when did she die? What gun did Aileen Wuornos use? What are the names of her victims? And what was the name of her lover? Aileen Wuornos, the convicted murderer has been abused sexually and thrown away as a teenager. Despite engaging in previous law cases, she stayed on Florida's highways as a sex worker, and killed a man who had picked her up in 1989. At least five other men were killed and eventually caught, sentenced to death and put to death. Wuornos was executed in 2002 by lethal injection while her health was doubted. Her tale in 2003 was portrayed in the film Monster, as well as documentaries, books and opera. “I'm one who seriously hates human life and would kill again.” -Aileen Wuornos

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Aileen Wuornos’s early life, childhood: Wuornos was born in Rochester, Washington, on 29 February 1956 as Aileen Carol Pittman. Diane Wuornos, her mother, was 15 years old on June 3, 1954, when she married Leo Dale Pittman, father of Aileen. Diane filed for divorce less than 2 years later just two months before the birth of Aileen. Aileen was born in February of 1955 with his elder brother Keith. Wuornos never met his father because, when she was born, he was prison for the rape and was trying to kill a girl who was seven years old. Pittman was branded schizophrenic and convicted of child sex crimes, was arrested and removed and died in jail in 1969. In January 1960, when Aileen was almost four years old, Diane left her children with Lauri and Britta Wuornos, the mother's grandparents, who legally adopted Keith and Aileen on 18 March 1960. At the age of 11, Wuornos took part in schools for tobacco, medicine and food. She even took part in her own brother's sexual activities. Wuornos claimed that her mother, an alcoholic, raped her sexually and abused her as a child. He would compel her to remove her clothing following her allegations before she was beaten. She got pregnant in 1970, when she was 14, after being assaulted by her grandfather's son.

Wuornos had given birth to unmarried mothers in a house, and the infant was put to recognition. Wuornos left school about the time her grandmother died of a liver failure a few months after her child was born, and then wards of the court became wards of Wuornos and her uncle. When she was 15, she was chased off from the house by her grandparents and decided to work as a harlot and live in the woods around her old home. Aileen’s early criminal career: On 27 May 1974, Wuornos was apprehended for driving under (DUI) control in Jefferson County, Colorado, unorderly conduction, and shooting a weapon of 22 grades from a car in travel. She was then convicted of not participating (FTA). In 1976, Wuornos took the Florida journey to visit Lewis Gratz Fell, 69-year-old president of the yacht club. The same year, they married, and the business pages of the local newspaper showed announcement of their weddings. Wuornos however regularly participated in fights at her local bar and went to prison for abuse. He struck Fell with his own cane and told her to be confined. On 14 July 1976, she was arrested and charged with assaults and a breaking harmony for having thrown the cue ball at the head of a bartenders in Antrim County, Michigan. Wuornos was sent to Michigan. On July 17, her brother Keith was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, and Wuornos was covered for $10,000. After just 9 weeks of dating, Wuornos and Fell ended their marriage on July 21.

In 20 May, Wuornos, who robbed $35 and two bags of cigarettes in Edgewater, Florida, was convicted for the aggravated burglary of a conveniences shop. On 4 May 1982, she was executed on 30 June 1983. She was convicted. Wuornos was arrested in Key West on 1 May 1984 after she attempted to make fake documents. The robber of a weapon and ammo in Pasco County named her as a suspect on 30 November 1985. Wuornos was taken into custody on 4 January 1986 in Miami for major car thief, resistance to prosecution, and judicial obstruction for having posed with the identity of his father. Police officers from Miami discovered a stolen car with a.38-caliber revolver and ammunition case. On 2 June 1986, Wuornos was arrested by deputy sheriffs from Florida County for investigation after a male companion suspected Wuornos of pulling a pistol in her vehicle for $200. Wuornos has been found to be holding spare ammo, and under her passenger seat a.22 pistol has been uncovered. Wuornos encountered a hotel maid at a Daytona gay bar, Tyria Moore, about this date. They moved in, and with their prostitution profits Wuornos helped them. Wuornos and Moore were arrested at the bar for interrogation on 4 July 1987 by the Daytona Beach Police on an altercation where they were charged with an attack and assault with a beer bottle. The Daytona Beach bus driver was charged by Wuornos on 12 March 1988 with assault. After a fight, she said he pulled her off the bus. As a survivor of the event, Moore was identified.

Murders by Aileen Wuornos: Richard Mallory, age 51, 30 November 1989—Electronics store owner in Clearwater, Florida. Wuornos' first victim was a convicted rapist whom she claimed to have killed in self-defense. Two days later, a Volusia County, Florida, Deputy Sheriff found Mallory's abandoned vehicle. On December 13, Mallory's body was found several miles away in a wooded area. He had been shot several times, but two bullets to the left lung were found to have been the cause of death. It was on this murder that Wuornos would eventually be condemned, David Spears, age 43—Construction worker in Winter Garden, Florida. On 1 June 1990, his nude body was found along Highway 19 in Citrus County, Florida. He had been shot six times, Charles Carskaddon, age 40, 31 May 1990—Part-time rodeo worker. On 6 June 1990, his body was found in Pasco County, Florida. He had been shot nine times with a small-caliber weapon, Peter Siems, age 65—In June 1990, Siems left Jupiter, Florida, for New Jersey. On 4 July 1990, his car was found in Orange Springs, Florida. Moore and Wuornos were seen abandoning the car, and Wuornos' palm print was found on the interior door handle. His body was never found, Troy Burress, age 50—Sausage salesman from Ocala, Florida. On 31 July 1990, he was reported missing. On 4 August 1990, his body was found in a wooded area along State Road 19 in Marion County, Florida. He had been shot twice, Charles "Dick" Humphreys, age 56, 11 September 1990—Retired U.S. Air Force Major, former State Child Abuse Investigator, and former Chief of Police. On 12 September 1990, his body was found in Marion County, Florida. He was fully clothed and had been shot six times in the head and torso. His car was found in Suwannee County, Florida, Walter Jeno Antonio, age 62—Police Reservist. On 19 November 1990, Antonio's nearly nude body was found near a remote logging road in Dixie County, Florida. He had been shot four times. Five days later, his car was found in Brevard County, Florida. “I robbed them, and I killed them as cold as ice, and I would do it again, and I know I would kill another person because I've hated humans for a long time.” -Aileen Wuornos

Justice system, Apprehension and sentencing: The car of Peter Siems was abandoned by Wuornos and Moore on 4 July 1990, after an accident occurred. Testimonials who saw the women driving the vehicles of the victims gave the police names and details, resulting in a media campaign to trace them. Police found also in pawnshops some of the objects of the victims and discovered fingerprints that match the ones in the victims ' cars. The record of Wuornos was in Florida with her fingerprints on tape. The Last Resort, biker bar in the Volusia County, held Wuornos on 9 January 1991 on an extraordinary summons. Next day in Scranton, Pennsylvania, Moore police reported. To order for legal immunity, she decided to announce a deposition from Wuornos. Moore went back to Florida with authorities, where she had been held in a hotel. Moore made numerous telephone calls to Wuornos under police advice and called for help to clear her name. Wuornos admitted to the assassinations three days later on 16 January 1991. The men attempted to rape him, she said, and in self-defense, she killed them. Wuornos went to court for the killing of Richard Mallory on 14 January 1992. Under the Florida statute of Williams, the defendant was allowed to present proof of other offences as a way of showing a history of illegal activity, but previous wrongdoings were generally inadvisable in criminal proceedings. Wuornos was sentenced on 27 January 1992, using Moore's testimony, of the murder of Richard Mallory. Psychiatrists for prosecution testified at her trials that Wuornos had been mentally unstable and diagnosed with antisocial behavior and borderline personality disorder. She was condemned to death four days later.

Wuornos did not raise the issue on 31 March 1992, saying she "wanted to go straight with Christ" about the killings of Dick Humphreys, Troy Burress and David Spears. "I wanted to tell you, in her declaration to the judge, that Richard Mallory has physically assaulted me, as I had told you, and that these others have not;[ they] just begun," said Wuornos on 15 May 1992. Wuornos pleaded guilty in June 1992 to the killing of Charles Carskaddon, and she fourth death sentence in November 1992. During the jury, the defense made efforts to show that Mallory was screened in Maryland for rape and was participation in a maximum safety correctional facility in Maryland which would allow sexual offenders to remediate him. The documents from this establishment show that Mallory had received over eight years of rape therapy from the hospital for the care and assessment of the perpetrator from 1958 to 1962. In 1961, "Mr. Mallory was advised that he had clear sociopathic tendencies." This was dismissed by the Judge and the appeal by Wuornos for retrial was rejected.

Wuornos pleaded guilty to the murder of Walter Jeno Antonio in February 1993 and again was condemned to death. Her death of Peter Siems had not been prosecuted because her body was never identified. She was sentenced to six deaths in all. Wuornos told a number of contradictory murder stories. Originally, she believed that all seven men had raped her as a prostitute, but ultimately refused self-defense. She said it was, probably, self-defense, but she cannot stand on the death line— where she was at the moment 12 years— and wanted to die during an interview with Nick Broomfield, who thought the cameras were off— and wanted to die. In fact, it was self-defense.

Aileen Wuornos’s execution: Appeal to the United States from Wuornos It was dismissed in 1996 by the Supreme Court. In 2001, she announced that no further lawsuits would be filed against her death penalty. She petitioned the Supreme court of Florida for the opportunity not to fire her counsel to put an end to the lawsuits, saying, "I killed them and robbed them as cold as ice. To, again, I would do it too. There's nothing hope to hold me alive or anything else, because I will murder again. A defense attorney argued that she was in no state for them to honor such a request. Gouverneur Jeb Bush of Florida ordered 3 psychologists to conduct a 15-minute consultation with Wuornos. The integrity check calls upon the psychiatrist(s) to be assured that the victim knows she is failing and what the offense(s) she is committed with. The three found her suited for mental performance. Then Wuornos started accusing her of being raped by the prison mothers. She told them, she spited on her bread, served her potatoes in soil and her rice in urine.

She also argued overhearing conversations "in an effort to get me so distracted by them that I will commit suicide before [ execution] and" want to abuse me before execution. She was so firmly handcuffed that her hands collapsed when she was in her cell, kicked the door, inspected the matrons regularly in the glass, low water pressure, mildew on her column and' cat calling... with distaste and sheer hatred for me.' she was also speaking about strip searches. While individual officers were under command, Wuornos threatened to boycott showers and food trays. "While I'm gurgling my stomach and taking a shower through my cell drain." Her counsel claimed, "Ms. Wuornos really only wants to be treated fairly and to receive treatment humanly until the day that she was taken away," and "If the charges don't really give us the facts, she's clearly delusional. She gave a series of interviews to Broomfield during the final phases of the appeal process. In her final interview just before her appearance she stated that the "sonic burden" was put on her mind to make her appear incomprehensible. She portrayed her imminent death by angels on a spaceship. Wuornos said to Broomfield, "You sabotaged my butt, culture, and the police, and the machine. A raped woman was murdered and used for books and movies and stuff." Her final words in the on-camera interview were, "Thanks so much, society, for railroading my ass." Broomfield later met Dawn Botkins, Wuornos ' childhood friend, who told him, "She's sorry, Nick. She didn't give you her finger. On 9 October 2002, Wuornos was taken to the death chamber. She had KFC as her last dinner and got an allowance of $20. Her last words before the execution were "Yep, I just want to know I'm sailing with the egg, and I'm going to be back, like Independence Day with Jesus. June 6, like the movie. Big mother ship and all, I'm going to be back, I'm going to be back." EDT, the late Aileen Wuornos. She was the 10th woman to be hanged in the United States since the 1976 Supreme Court relaxed the rules on death penalties, and the second woman ever executed in Florida.

After Aileen Wuornos’s Death: Wuornos ' body has been cremated after her execution. Her remains were taken to her native Michigan by Dawn Botkins (a childhood friend), and scattered under a pine. During her funeral, she called for Natalie Merchant's song "Carnival" to be performed. Natalie Merchant touched on this when asked why the documentary Aileen: Life and Death of a Serial Killer performed her song during the credits of: When director Nick Broomfield sent a working edit of the film, I was so disturbed by the subject matter that I couldn't even watch it. Aileen Wuornos led a tortured, torturing life that is beyond my worst nightmares. It wasn't until I was told that Aileen spent many hours listening to my album Tigerlily while on death row and requested "Carnival" be played at her funeral that I gave permission for the use of the song. It's very odd to think of the places my music can go once it leaves my hands. If it gave her some solace, I have to be grateful. — Natalie Merchant. Broomfield later stated:

 I think this anger developed inside her. And she was working as a prostitute. I think she had a lot of awful encounters on the roads. And I think this anger just spilled out from inside her. And finally exploded. Into incredible violence. That was her way of surviving. I think Aileen really believed that she had killed in self-defense. I think someone who's deeply psychotic can't really tell the difference between something that is life threatening and something that is a minor disagreement, that you could say something that she didn't agree with. She would get into a screaming black temper about it. And I think that's what had caused these things to happen. And at the same time, when she wasn't in those extreme moods, there was an incredible humanity to her.

Legacy

 Books

 FBI profiler Robert K. Ressler mentioned Wuornos only briefly in his autobiographical history of his 20 years with the FBI. Writing in 1992, he said he often does not discuss female serial killers because they tend to kill in sprees instead of in a sequential fashion. He noted Wuornos as the sole exception. Ressler, who coined the phrase serial killer to describe murderers seeking personal gratification, does not apply it to women killing in postpartum psychosis or to any murderer acting solely for financial gain, such as women who have killed a series of boarders or spouses. In 2002, journalist Sue Russell wrote a book about Wuornos called Lethal Intent.

 Documentaries:

Filmmaker Nick Broomfield directed two documentaries about Wuornos:

Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer (1994)

Aileen: Life and Death of a Serial Killer (2003)

Wuornos was the subject of an episode of the documentary TV series Biography.

Wuornos was featured in the Deadly Women episode "Predators".

Film:

The theatrical film Monster (2003) starred Charlize Theron and Christina Ricci. It tells Wuornos' story from childhood until her first murder conviction. The film earned Theron the 2003 Academy Award for Best Actress for her performance as Aileen Wuornos.

 The TV movie Overkill: The Aileen Wuornos Story (1992) starred Jean Smart.

Opera:

An operatic adaptation of Wuornos' life events premiered at San Francisco's Yerba Buena Center for the Arts on June 22, 2001. Entitled Wuornos, the opera was written by composer/librettist Carla Lucero, conducted by Mary Chun, and produced by the Jon Sims Center for the Performing Arts.

The singer Jewel wrote a song about Aileen called 'nicotine love'.

“My main concern is if this composer has been made aware of the fact that I've come clean in all of my cases. I killed in pure hate, robbing along the way. So if this person hasn't, then I'd sure appreciate it if someone would inform him or her of it.”- Aileen Wuornos

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