#sorry if this is an unsatisfying answer but thats what you get when you send an ask to a philosopher /lg

[dansevilpianotea]

who do you think is more Crowley coded and who is more Azira coded out of dnp?

i set myself hourly notifications ever since you send the ask and it still took me this long to answer, im so sorry 😭

to answer your question:

It might seem like obvious that dan is crowley coded and phil is azira coded because of their aesthetics and personality but stating that as that is too simple for me. lets break it down:

dan is like crowley in the obvious sense of having that edgy aesthetic and always needing to question things while phil is the one with the light aesthetic who enjoys what is happening despite the problems it has. just watch them play the game of life.

this reminds me of this quote from a book ive read for uni which really stuck with me:

so yea, dan is the social scientist who points out what most people miss and phil is the one who tells us that we shouldn't wallow in defeat of it but make our own meaning out of it. and we need both! they are like ying and yang, like crowley and aziraphale in that way.

crowley who questions heaven and thusly falls, but then doesnt stop questioning hell because he doesnt see the world in black and white, good actions and bad actions.

i think dan for a long time was not like that. i say this with the utmost respect but if you look back, his branding was usually self deprecating jokes and at least to me personally it felt like his perspective was pessimistic. he always made sure to leave a positive message but to me it felt like a wish for a better future, not a feeling of certainty that it will be better.

Phil on the other hand is very much like that:

Phil is like aziraphale and me in the sense that he gets irrationally worried about things,

but it is dan who literally did a tour about his worries of the world ending, with branding and all:

and yet:

phil and crowley both have that rational optimism, the sense that things will be okay. but aziraphale does not give up in-spite of the odds being against them. in s1 he refuses to run away to alpha centauri because he believes that they should stay and fight. that there is still hope. he does not accept that the world will end. but its crowley who sparks the idea of aziraphale raising the antichrist with him. its aziraphale who tells angel crowley of armageddon , and its why crowley gets upset and questions the almighty.

so my point is that phil has aziraphale's light aesthetic vibes and his fear of near doom but crowley's certainty that everything will be okay in the end despite it.

dan on the other hand has crowley's edgy dark aesthetic, his cynicism and sense of questioning belief systems, but also aziraphale's determinism to fight what he is sure is a losing battle/the end of the world because he wants to believe that it is possible that everything will be okay (that being the message of wad/ywgttn/big/etc...)

i want to talk a bit about 'dark/light polarity'. what we mean by that is two sides of the same coin. yin and yang:

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they depend on each other, they interconnect and intertwine. be it real people or fictional characters, it is never a clear black and white binary, because what the characters have something that the other lacks and when they come together they become a whole. plato said humans once had 4 legs and feet, and then got split in half by zeus to punish us to live our lives yearning to be connected with the other half of our soul/coin, our soulmate. they carry sth of each other within them because there are shards that got broken in the middle when the being was split and were forced to choose sides.

so even tho it might seem like dan is more like crowley coded and phil is more aziraphale coded because of their light/dark aesthetic, there's many things of both in each of them and thats what makes it interesting and real to us.

[purgemarchlockdown]

for the milgram ask game!!! i looked through your answers but if anything repeats im sorry😭

9,10,11 - kazui

15,16 - amane

9,10,15,16 - muu

Its alright! Everytime someone sends me an ask for an ask game my power grows...

Kazui:

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

Hm, well, gonna be honest I'm not super sure what his crime is now. I know what I find the most interesting storytelling wise but Kazui is also a Lying Liar Man.

If were referring to specifically lying to his wife...I think id forgive him...I think.

Like its a horrible fucking thing to do but...I understand that "if you just lie it'll be Fine Eventually" mindset pretty well. I see how he got here. Still: Horrible thing to do! Im a bit conflicted here! I should have an easier time with this considering characters who I've forgiven before but damn, me not being really sure what he did is Getting To Me.

Though its also (presumably) NOT ACTUALLY MURDER and I know law isnt a big deal here but ALSO I dont think he should be tortured and possibly given the death penalty for this, yknow? Bit Much I Think.

10. is the answer to the previous question different from your vote(s) on the character themselves (do you vote them based on anything else aside from the crime)?

My forgiven gets a bit stronger if thats the case? I vote him forgiven because of a lot of things. For example: Even if I didn't like his character so much Id have forgiven him for Amane's sake...

11. what are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

I Love It When Characters are Horribly Resigned To Their Situations!!!! "Tragedy Enjoyers when The Tragedy Happens" Moment Fr. Kazui's super interesting to me since he's basically...given up. He's given up on getting anything he wanted and he has horrible self-loathing and is just resigned to never being really Happy, and yet he still Wants and that Wanting is already "bad" no matter if he acts on it or not.

Jupiter: But if it's only what I feel inside that matters, what am I supposed to do? I can't stop that kind of touch.

(this is an ask I get to put in appropriate quotes from Jupiter)

He's unsatisfied and disillusioned and self-destructive and it be so much easier if he was just...not "like this". Whatever This is. His family seems to be very traditional overall too and there's a lot of discussion going on about societal normal and standards.

Also also! His relationship with love fucks me up, both him and Mahiru's. It's like an obligation of sorts. Something that makes them more marketable and presentable. Their love can feel so...impersonal as a result if that makes sense. Like it's just a quota they need to fill.

Even Mahiru's actually! It's weird to think about considering how loud Mahiru is about it but there's something so vaguely impersonal about Mahiru's love. Like "This is how to be in love with you" as a title plays off that in a way. The other person doesn't get to put any input into it, this is how your Supposed to be loved.

Kazui's relationship with love is so interesting to me as a result, it's so performative and is used for his own Marketability as a person. I'm still obsessed about how Kazui and Mahiru portray love as something that is sold to people-

Plus all of this gives him some Fun Parallels with the other cat person he's paired up with. It's interesting to see how both of them deal with being perceived as inherently sinful in some way and against societal norms.

I dunno I just think Kazui is super interesting! He's an interesting fella!

Amane:

15. what do you think of their voice?

I love how she sounds so much! She can sound so happy and cheeky and sweet in one moment and then ominous, angry and downright terrifying the next. Her VA is great, Tanaka Minami does such a fantastic job as her. Amane can sound so very different and yet still sound like Her. Compare Animal to Positive Parade or Magic to Purge March and even though they sound so different they still sound like Her! Magic's mostly consistent tone and emotions making it feel restrained and carefully presented vs Purge March's various different emotions and tones and just how Different it can sound depending on the part is So cool! She can go from angry to sad to bitter to defeated to joyfully ecstatic and all of those at once!

Like at the end of Purge March, Amane always sounds like she's at the verge of crying to me. The emotional catharsis was so very real there!!! It's so good!!! It's so good!!!!

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

Once again directing people to how Amane seems to be in Choir.

I know people who were in choir those people can Sing Alright. Out of everyone in the cast she is probably the most likely person to know how to actually sing properly. Plus I always think it's funny that Amane quietly calls the cult's music boring in an interrogation. I choose to believe she can Sing Really Well and that when she gets out of the cult she gets Really Into Metal.

In the wise words of my dad: "Metalheads are the happiest because we let out all our anger through the power of METAL!!!!!"

Muu:

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

I Do Not Forgive Her! Sorry Muu but the Consequences of your Actions are here! I know you have a lot of problems and that the murder seems actually pretty impulsive overall but like...sorry Muu can't really forgive you if we're judging my your crime alone.

10. is the answer to the previous question different from your vote(s) on the character themselves (do you vote them based on anything else aside from the crime)?

Hmm, maybe? I still want to not forgive her honestly for some personal reasons but I do know that not forgiving her might not be the best decision overall...I dunno very conflicted I guess.

15. what do you think of their voice?

Kouri Arisa is a wonderful singer and I'm incredibly impressed with her vocals and acting. I don't have much to say on her compared to Amane but I love how she sounds so much. There's something kinda...floaty about it I guess? I dunno how to describe it, it's just sort of airy and whispery like, Muu is telling you a secret. I think it's really cool and it makes the parts where she sounds more confident and loud contrast really well.

It's so good I love it hhhhh-

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

Decently I think? Like average overall. I think she knows a few songs by heart though and for those in particular she sounds really good.

[mk-tozier]

BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?”  i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?”  Richie smirks.  

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will.  i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles,  kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. ��Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

[theboykingofhell]

(writing anon 1/2) SO BASICALLY i have this idea for a book thats p fleshed out and im really into it buuuut there is just One Problem and that is that i have like... no idea how to end it? ive come up with a handful of possible conclusions, but all the positive ones feel really cheap or almost delusional, the neutral one just feels unsatisfying and pointless, and the negative ones all seem to be the most realistic but like... i dont rly want it to have a bad ending you know?

 so i guess im just stuck because the only ending/s that really seem reasonable at all are all the bad ones where things dont get better or actively get worse and LIKE... i dont feel like thats a good direction to go with it but i really dont know what else to do. ive never actually had trouble ending a story before, it usually comes p naturally??? the story is kinda negative and i wanna give the characters a happy end but i dont know how to do it w/out being cop-out-y :(

(sorry for being so vague fhbnj im paranoid about sharing my ideas of anything but i can try to explain more if you want or if that would help at all ??)

don’t worry about being vague i 100% understand not wanting to share a story idea online!!!! feel free to send me some unanon if you’d like (tho im going to bed right after this so i’d have to answer it tomorrow) if you want, like, more specific advice!!! since i can’t give you any ideas without knowing the story itself...

i will say tho thaaaaaaaaaaaat... if you wanna make a happy ending for a rly negative story, either make it longer or make the climax of the story happen earlier on so that you have plenty of time to start applying the stepping stones that will make that happy ending a lot more satisfying and a lot more realistic.

also just know that if you do have a depressing story, the ending itself doesn’t have to be... an ‘ending’! it might actually help if you don’t think of it as one, and just think of it more as a point in a timeline where the book just happens to close, but the story isn’t over. by that i mean, you don’t have to make it a conclusion, but you can end it in a spot that brings sentimentality to the reader. it would serve as the light at the end of the tunnel, something that the reader can build on by themselves, which sometimes can be more rewarding than just having the story spell out a happy ending when it isnt exactly deserved at that moment? the characters are happy because they’re in recovery and have an opportunity to be even happier in the future, and that’s a RLY nice ending while also keeping with the themes of the story, usually

also know that because your story is on the negative side, that means any happiness you show in the story has more emotional weight. if it’s TOO happy at the end, it can be really cheesy or look like a cop-out. again, you can ease yourself into it, hint and nudge the story in that happy direction and it will seem WAY more natural than just trying to shove everything into a nice neat box at the end. that will never work out the way you want it to because you’re forcing your story in a direction it wasnt going in, with a pace it never had.

again, idk what endings you have in mind but...! maybe try mixing the endings a little? what if you choose that happy ending but some of the bad things in the unhappy ending happens? what makes your neutral ending seem unsatisfying?? what parts of the bad endings are clicking for you, and how can you bend that a little towards the happy ending???

also just... man! dont force it! endings are hard haha. it’s GREAT that you have everything fleshed out but, man, you have plenty of time to get to that ending. it’s not til the end! the ending just might not come at all until its ready to, and it just might not be ready to. idk how far you’ve gotten into writing but... maybe it’s time to just kind of take the ending and place it on a rock and walk away from it for a lil while until it decides to stop being a brat and give you something to work with. sometimes it helps a lot to just leave it to chance and time.. it might also just help you think of the development you need to steer closer to the ending you want

GOOD LUCK!!! I HOPE THAT’S HELPFUL HEEEE

[thehentaisenpai666]

(WARNING: contains rape-ish contentI own the Chars and writing, Mitchell and Coscku are no longer engaged, but broke up as adults. Coscku is a neko-boy and Kuroku is aswell.. Kuroku's blood had the power too sexually arouse his partner if dronken. Please no Copying. Are you inspired and want too make art of it.. you have my permission as long as you send it too me ^^ and put me in the credits for the claim of the chars. enjoy~!)  "Unwanted." This happens on the day of Mitchell being shadowed by Luciana a small two hours after he left. I sigh as I had rolled up my sleeves and just finished cleaning up the entire house, I was about too make a nice pot of thea for me and Miss Davidson when she peekes her head into the kitching "Coco, dearie I am going out with a old friend of mine , relaxing and having a few drinks while catching up.” I smile “oh yes of course ma’m enjoy your day then.” she waves and takes off while yelling “don’t wait up for me honey. I will probably be late.” I chuckle. I had really grew a little bit fond of Mitchell’s mother, she is such warm and sweet woman.  *soft rumbling noises sound muffled from upstairs* I look up, hm?? Did something topple over??? How would that be possible? I grab my mittens as I quickly jump up the stairs, it came from my room did it not? Did I left the window open again? I walk in and indeed the window is slighlty open, I sigh as I walk over too it and close it. “g'day gorgeous.” it sounds right behind me, I slowly turn around and look right in a dark red eye in a beautifull pale face… Kuroku.. “ya know.. Yeh should really  renew ya'r window-locks” I squint my eyes together as I wrapp my arms over my chest “Noted, now please leave.” instead of listening Kuroku caputeres me between his arms, placing both his hands at both sides of my head. “leave? *chuckle* my sweet sweet cookie.. And leave ya ‘ere all unsatisfied??” with him only saying that I feel a throb going through my entire body… how did he knew that? Kuroku brings his face close too my troat and only with the tip of his freezingly cold nose strokes my skin while breathing in deeply “i can smell the endofomines all the way from the ferry sexy..~~ ya'r on it tight.” I dont move and get goosebumps from his cold skin. “dont touch me.” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop it, oh no… now he will be provoked, I should have just said nothing.. Danm! Kuroku looks up his eyes dimly glowing while smirking as if he accomplished something great “hohhhh~~~~? What do you mean?..liiiike….. This??” he grabbes my hips as he suddenly pulls me closer. WHACK!!!! His sudden movement made me slap him in the face with the hand holding my engagement ring. There was not a scratch on him but he still lookes irritated. Kuroku clickes his tongue as he suddenly grabs me at the troat and throws me on the bed “agh!! *cough cough!* no dont!!!” he had already climbed on top of me before I had caughed my breath again. “why him? Huh?!!!!! Why that scrawny little wrist cutting piece of horseshit HUH?!!!!” he grabs my shoulders as he looks beserk while shaking me back and forth, after yelling for a minute or two he just sloughes on top of me burying his face in my neck, I feel something wet and cold roll over my skin. Wait.. Is he…crying? Kuroku never cries! I breath in as I lay as still and stiff as a plank not touching him and calmly say “because he is real, he is pure.. And he is not perfect of course not, he has his own fears and issues and insecurities. But he is all I need, all I want and desire.” I smile with happy tears in my eyes “He has my heart.” Kuroku stops crying and his tail spikes up “he does?” I nod in silence “and you know what that means if you hurt or kill him…. Right?” he looks up, his tears already dried up “is he…… the one???” I nod with a earnest expression. It is silent between us as Kuroku reads my expression seeing that I am serious, on a impulse I move up my hand and lightly touch his freezingly cold cheek “who hurted you so much Kuro?” I shouldn’t have aksed that, his face turns harsh again, the pained expression dissapears behind a dark mask of lust and anger “you did.” he says with a growly voice, he grabs my hand  and roughly pushes it away as he pins me below him. “true one or not, I dont care.. Your mine and you always will be.” he grins evil as he bends forover and whispers in my ear “I am going to fuck ya Cookie, good and hard. Whether ya like it or not. And you will like it.” he then moves back a little , I am still laying there stiff out of fear this time.. No.. I think .. No no no no NO!!!!! Mitchell is my only and true… my thougts are cut of when I see what Kuroku is doing, he brings his left wrist too his mouth and bites down, then he quickly pinches my nose shut and presses his bleeding wrist over my mouth “drink or choke..” he mutters with his eye glowing red. My eyes widen in fear.. NO!! I’d rather die then succumb too this man, if i drink his blood i will have no control over my body’s pleasure anymore!!! But…. That would mean that if I would die I would leave Mitchell behind.. With almost nobody left!! Tears fill my eyes as I plea in my head…. Mitchell.. I am so sorry… please forgive me someday …….I am so…so sorry.., and then part my lips while closing my watery eyes. His cold blood oozes into my troat, at first I dont move a inch, but the second the first few drops of his blood come in touch with my own bloodsystem I start too warm up “hhhn….mmhk..” unconsiously I am grasping his arm with both my hands sewing my teeth into his flesh as I take big gulps of his blood, after every zip my body possibly heats up even more. After a few minutes Kuroku pulls away his arm “thats enough sweety” he mockingly says while grinning, I lay there already gasping, I hate him… I hate him so much.. “i am going too .. Kill you… Kuroku Blackstone…” I say with a panting voice and glare at him with all my hatred “Maybe not today.. Or tomorrow.. But I vow to all I believe in.. That I will kill you.. With my bare hands..” Kuroku only grins as he almost lovingly strokes over my cheek “after I’m done with ya.. Please kill me.” before lighlty pecking my lips, I turn away my head.. No. Kissing is only for the one i truly love. Kuroku strangely seems allright with that as he starts undressing me. When I am completley naked he stares at me with wild eyes taking his sweet time exploring every inch of my body with his piercing gaze untill I start too flare up with my violet blush all over.. “hmm~ how is it possible..” is the only thing Kuroku mutters too himself as he undresses himself “hm? What do you-.. Ahhh!!?” I wanted too aks him what he means as he suddenly sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and grabs at my half erection starting too squeeze it almost painfully strong, my voice yelpes out a unguarded loud moan of suprise. Right after I am ashamed that I let my enemy (who is practicly raping me) hear such a shameless voice. I start gnawing my lip till they start too bleed while he teasingly ravishes me.. There is still a part of me that just wants too punch him away from me but for some reason I know that won’t help me.. He will still come after me and have his way with me.. No matter how long it would take him.. Best too get this over with…  "hhngk.. Hmpp…..hngm…" I push back my voice as much as possible.. But Kuroku notices this and starts adding a extra sense of pleasure by shifting his free hand over too my back, he reaches for my tail and starts too massage the base of it while licking both my nipples as if they are candy .. “…??..hh..hah..ahh…” I open my mouth out of suprise and a few soft moans leak out uncontrollably while I grab the sheets in a cramped hold “..heh..worn out already?” Kuroku asks me “but the fun is just starting..” he moves down a little bit and moves my legs over his shoulders, he is staring right at my Cock and arse.. I am just about to tell him to stop the staring when I feel something wet, cold and flexible creep over my hole “hhh?…. Ha-hahh! N-no..don’t..” I dont know what too say, he never did this too me when we had a relationship.. I’d asume he thougt that was dirty but now he suddenly does a thing like this?! While i am dazed he sticks his tongue inside of me as far as it would go “Hhahh!! Uhh..hnnmk….” I arch my back and tightly close my eyes, it feels so wierd.. I hadn’t been touched down there for  a long time so it feels even more sensitive.. The second my hole starts leaking its juices Kuroku slurps them up and I can only shiver while a choked up sound escapes form my troat “gahh…uhn~…….” Kuroku pulls out his tongue and sticks in three fingers all at once, I yell out of sudden pain “ARH!!” ow… owowowowow it hurts it hurts.. It hu… he then strucks my sensitive spot and my grunts of pain smoothly go over into gasps of pleasure. He stretches me out like this for a few minutes untill im almost ready too come, when he pulls out. “hahh….ah….ahhh…hm..??” I lazily open my eyes,wondering what’s going on.  for some reason i had flipped a switch and I couldn’t think of Mitchell anymore… or YVE.. Or my sister or any of the problems going on in my life rigth now, I could only feel.. I would hate myself after this so much… Kuroku bends my knees against my chest and hovers over me “ready?” he looks serious, not provoking or joking.. But before I can answer he thrusts in his erect cock roughly into me “HAHHHHHHH!!!!!” I let out a scream of suprise, pain and sudden pleasure all mixed up into one… he was already all the way in.. So deep.. Why was i enjoying this so much? I should be disgusted, but instead I make burnmarks into the sheet I tighly hold in a shivering grip while letting out shallow ragged gasps. Kuroku holds still for a short while, pff as if he cares if I am used too it or not… it is with that tought when I feel something cold gently brushing back my front bangs. I look up, confused.. Kuroku presses a soft kiss on my forehead “does it hurt?” he asks with a gentle voice, one I had never heard before, then he looks down at me with glowing eyes, he suddenly pounds into me. I let out a cry that could be either out of pure pleasure or pain.. It all mixes together into one big blur of ecstacy “gahh!!!.. Ahh…ahhh…a-aaah!!” I move up my hands to push him away but stop halfway ending up clinging to his neck, I turn my blurry gaze into his eye and shortly move one hand to the right side of his face, hidden behind his bangs. He doesn’t stop me as i brush them aside and stare. Over the right side of his face deep claw like scars are running, dark pink and sharp looking against his moon white skin. I know who made these scars, it was his twin sister. I mean he had it comming, who would try too rape his own sister? But even when we were dating back then I was never repulsed with these scars, you’d think he learned from his mistake but he is truly stubborn.. Suddenly he hits my sensitive spot again and my hand freezes on his cheek, shattering my thougts  as i throw back my head and scream out of pure ecstacy “Hahhhhh!! Ahhhh.. T-there-!!” Kuroku grabs my fully spiked out tail and starts nibbling on it, his thrusts changes into grinding against that spot, while not saying a word.. My hand goes back too his cold back and my nails start too bite deeply into his skin, my body moves along on the rough rythym of Kuroku’s.. This feels amazing! I hate too admit it but it feels so good I could die.. I am reaching my limit “ahh!!..hahh!! Ahhh.. Kuro…ku… cl..ose..ahh!!?.. Hahhh!!!!” Kuroku doesn’t respond, he only starts fucking me harder and harder until i feel completely numb. all of the pleasure that had been building up in my waist starts too crawl up my spine, right before it explodes inside my entire body everything is painted into white as I let go of my restraint “hah!!..arh!!!!…ha-ahh!!!!….HAAHHHHHH~~~!!” white lurky cum splurts out of my cock and stains both our stomachs.. I shiverly pant myself through my aftermath but before I can slump into sleep.. Kuroku grabs my flaccid cock “i haven’t come yet” he only says grinning before he starts thrusting again pumping me cock roughly.. I can only moan and surrender… In total Kuroku fucks me four times, after the fourth time he finally comes and I lose consiousness.. When I wake up I am laying on the bed, naked. The window is open again, I am still feeling drowsy and sore but when I stand up i expect Kuroku’s semen too trickle out of me.. It doesn’t .. He.. Has cleaned me out?.. Strange… my hips hurt but I ignore that, in a trance I start too collect my clothes and the bed sheets, I throw them into the washing machine and clean up the entire room.. After that I wash myself at the sink, (I feel like a shower wouldn’t really make me feel any more clean) and the second I have clean bed sheets on the bed and am dressing myself.. I collapse on the floor. I start crying like a small child, my tears evaporating before they can roll over my cheeks.. I hate myself so much right now.. I am disgusted by myself, how could i ever have let this terrible person into my life?!!!! I lay there crying for a long time, cursing myself when my mobile buzzes. A tekst from Lucy 'Almost home, ran into shitty brother..’ I widen my eyes, oh dear.. What do I do? Tell you? Not tell you? Putten on the spot I sudden make a desicion, no.. For now I would not tell.. You already had enough stress at your mind.. I would tell you when it was all over. I grab my music composing sheets and some pencils as i sit down on the middle of the bed, trying too look as relaxed as ever. Within ten minutes I hear the front door open and close, I scribble down a few music keys that make no real sense as i hear you dash up the stairs. The second I see you face peeking inside the room a warm smile lifts up my face “Mitchell, how was your day love?”