#the devil of Vienna

[sincerelyrushwriter]

Chapter 15: The Devil of Vienna

Vienna, 10:25 pm

"Reinette."

She looked up.

It was not her name. It had no meaning to her…like dressing a seal in lace and calling it to come…but for now, she would listen.

Around her, the room had the air of a storm that had come and gone, leaving her untouched in blink of an eye. All trace of the mess was missing from his desk. The floor had been swept, and the bed-sheets were folded onto the bunks. Lucian was kneeling by the open door, cinching his luggage shut with the brass clasps. Raze must have left already.

"…we are leaving."

She closed the book and stood. "I am ready."

"Then move." Impatiently, he gestured to the door. "We have much to accomplish before morning, so I trust you to keep to yourself when speaking to our newest travelling companion. Exiles do not make good allies."

Was that a joke?

Impossible.

In spite of the many hours of sleep, he looked haggard in the lamplight. His beard and moustache untrimmed, the grey eyes peering out of shadows rather than sockets. She remembered his words to her. He would kill her if she mentioned his name to a single soul.

Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/1399362

Source

https://unsplash.com/photos/mSoetyVbW_Y?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditShareLink

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[scavengedluxury]

Ghost train, Práter, Vienna, 1975. From the Budapest municipal photography company archive.

[bright-thehawksflight]

I was tagged by my lovely friend @mlem-wooloowoo to do a thing! Thanks!

List 5 songs you like to listen to then tag some folks to play along!

1. Vienna by Billy Joel. Very relatable, very comforting, it got me through some pretty stressful times back in uni. Sometimes you just need a soft piano and a warm voice reminding you that It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two.

2. Cirano by Francesco Guccini, especially the live version bc it conveys so much emotion. As for why, well, I'm a Cyrano girlie, no surprise there. Fave lyrics: le verità cercate / per terra, da maiali, / tenetevi le ghiande / lasciatemi le ali and that last Per sempre tuo, per sempre tuo, per sempre tuo that gives me shivers every single time.

3. L'espantaocells by El Pony Pisador. The first time I heard it my phone looped it automatically and it triggered my tavern wench reflex so bad I woke up an hour later having done all my chores. The fact that I do not understand the lyrics probably adds to the hypnotic effect. As we way back home, provare per credere.

4. Lucky by Donna Murphy. Once you get past the cognitive dissonance of hearing Mother Gothel sing a genuinely sweet, longing lullaby, it's great! Fave lyrics: Lucky / the people who have you / in their lives / to kiss goodnight / to wake with the light / I hope those people realize / they're lucky.

5. Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil. This is just an all-around great song, it packs power both in the sound and in the lyrics, it might punch you straight in the soul and/or give you a nice warm hug and tell you you've got this. Fave lyrics: And what you see is not the dark / it's just the gods upturning inkpots / cause they know what you'll become and the ever-impactful, ever-relatable Cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be.

This was surprisingly difficult but a lot of fun! I'm tagging @ninadove @flussoperpetuo @set-wingedwarrior @mayjuvac @mayapleiades @purple-hades and anyone else who feels like playing along (in which case do tag me, I love discovering new music!)

[bluebyrd-screaming]

Current stim song list the is mostly folk punk but it's really just whatever scratches my brain and makes me wiggle (in no particular order):

The Crawl by Bridge City Sinners

Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil

Tysm by Vienna Notarianni

Where we disagreed by Vienna Notarianni

Spears and Blades by Bridge City Sinners

The Recluse by Amigo the Devil

Midnight to Vice by Bridge City Sinners

Break the Chain by Bridge City Sinners

It's All Gone by Amigo the Devil

Hungover in Jonestown by Amigo the Devil

Murder at the Bingo Hall by Amigo Devil

Gloomtown Brats by IDKHBTFM

SPKOTHDVL by IDKHBTFM

Eye for an Eye by Bridge City Sinners

Stray Dog by Amigo the Devil

A Drop for Every Hour by Amigo the Devil

Dead Don't Sleep by Yes Ma'am and Bridge City Sinners

Against the Wall by Kennie

The One by Kennie

Easy by Kennie

Jericho by Iniko

The Devil Wears a Suit and a Tie by Colter Wall

[romanticatheartt]

March reads <3

Monster Trilogy by Rina Kent-> 4.25/5

1. Blood of My Monster: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 Started: March 8 Finished: March 9

This is the first book I finished after hofas and I'm so glad I finally finished a book lol (except my acotar reread)

2. Lie of My Monster: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 Started: March 10 Finished: March 11

3. Heart of My Monster: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 Started: March 12 Finished: March 14

This series is not half as bad as I thought!! I never thought I say this tbh... But then again I chose RK's less chaotic series because the things I've heard and occasionally read bits of her other books? Yeah I had every right to not want to pick her books up haha I loved the first two books atmosphere better than the last, maybe it was because of bodyguard romance trope... but I loved the last one nonetheless. Honestly RK is a decent writer I didn't expect that.

4. The Favor by Suzanne Wright -> ⭐⭐⭐.5/5 Started: March 18 Finished: March 21

The writing in this one was... something? I normally don't care about the writing but this one was... bad!! It felt like I'm reading a fanfiction (specially the last 15%) So many unnecessary details were shared that this book could've been so much shorter without them, it really felt like I'm reading wattpad story and it pains me because I actually loved the characters and the plot.

5. Camera Chemistry by Chelsea Curto -> ⭐⭐⭐/5 Started: 23 March Finished: 24 March

70% introvert side of me had so much difficulty reading this lmao. One of my pet peeves in books is public love confession. It took me 30 minutes to read the last chapter and it was the shortest chapter ever... spoiler (not really): and the whole photo shoot scene was also difficult to go through because again... PEOPLE WERE WATCHING. It was mostly smut and well it's a novella so I didn't expected much. I love it all the same tho :)

DNF: The Devil's Vice by Mindy Paige (at 10%)

No❤️ I am yet to find a good staking, dark romance...

[fen--harel]

me: im gonna relax after this previous event

obey me: WHAT ABOUT A CHESS EVENT ??

me, a chess slut: WHAT THE FUCK 😭😭😭

[nightmaretherabbit]

May I request some cupbro parents fun facts?

Yeah you can!

Caffé Macchiato

Caffé loves to sing and dance, when she was a kid she wanted to be a performer.

Has a high alcohol tolerance,so can't get drunk easy

Knows 5 languages:French, English (American), Spanish, German, and Japanese.

Has a slight french accent.becomes more noticeable when around others with an accent

Has ADHD

Vienna Dregs

He's where the boys get their accent from.(New Yorker accent)

Can cook pretty well

Has autism (highly functional)

Can sew but rarely gets a chance too.

Good with handy work.

Low alcohol tolerance,get drunk after one shot

(didn't do Grey srry)

[a-dorky-american]

Why are these actually good 😳😳😳

America singing Devil Went Down to Georgia and Austria singing Vienna Waits for You are definitely my favorites in this list, but go check out @hetalia-club's other stuff as well!

Filling Requests! Also Some Of My Current Favorites!

All MP3s and full library available on the discord!

The way I have had Austria's 'Vienna Waits For You' on repeated is absolutely bonkers...

I love my Austria bot so much his voice is so *Chefs Kiss*

And ‘Mary On A Cross’ is one of my favorite songs right now so I’m a little bias

[sheltiechicago]

A Tiny Devil Vitrified In A Prism Of Glass. In The 18th Century, The Imperial Treasury Of Vienna Attested That This Was A Real Demon Which Had Been Trapped In Glass During An Exorcism In Germany A Century Earlier. ⁣from The Kunsthistorisches Museum Collection, Vienna

Instagram: archeology_and_art

[linksvorne]

66. NUNSLAUGHTER. 2022-08-15 @ Escape (w/ 3 Tog Nimma Gacken Gwesn)

[velvet-paradox]

Oops!

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

[melodiousvoid]

1, 4, and 5: Ghost by Indigo Girls

2: Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

3: That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

Love that's like an infection, starting with something as innocuous as one small, clean cut from a heated blade, but then prying claws picked and pried at it, making it deeper, cleaving the skin apart and widening the gulf where flesh and muscle separate, until it was aching and leaking and swollen, stinging with the agony of lethal contamination and the boiling of corruption in every vein.

Oh, and it's killed every fucking person it's ever come in contact with. Love that cannot be survived. Love that can only be endured, until the body can take no more.

[gremlingottoosilly]

metalhead! konig and alternative!reader plz🙏🙏. i just need konig to protect me in a moshpit at a concert. im short so i need a 6’10 giant to protect me 😁🫶

Your first time at the real concert in Vienna was...a lot. Drunken Germans, yelling tourists, someone definitely doing crack in the corner, and some girls that looked like they were ready to sacrifice the strongest one to the devil. You belong here, of course, with your heavy boots and even heavier makeup - the foundation already feels like a mask on your skin, not allowing you to breathe without cracking a layer of powder and lipstick all over your mouth, but you tried your hardest to have fun. And you did have fun - except for the time you were pushed to the mosh pit. In your unstable heavy boots - the coolest shit ever, of course, and also the thing that made you reconsider all of your life choices that had led to this. Maybe you were the brave gothic alt butterfly who got into the pit all by herself - unfortunately, the reasoning won't change the outcome. European concerts might not be as wild as some of the American ones, but drunk Germans and Austrians are something to be concerned about...and old metalheads who been jamming here since the fall of The Wall is something that is going to be your funeral...this is when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright, Schatzen?" Man sounded awkward, almost nervous. Mumbled some apology before finally snatching up up in his hands - and you were ready to kick him in the balls with those spikes in your boots and scream bloody murder, but then you understood that he just...got you off the pit. That was filled with people a second later - people that would definitely crush you if you stayed here. Guy's name is Konig and he was actually not liking the concert very much. He said he loved the group - since he was a teen which, you presume, was quite a long time ago - but he hated the crowds. His friend got him a ticket and then couldn't come with him, which made him kinda lonely and kinda heroic to a sweet thing like you. Konig is nervous and you grab his hand to steady him - you swear to god you feel his fingers tremble as you bring your body closer. Concert was nice - but it's nicer when he grabs you by your hips and lifts you up on his shoulders so you could get a clean view at the band. You feel scared at first - not trusting that he won't drop you...but his hands don't even waver as he keeps his cool, making sure you're stable and having fun. You slip your number in his pocket as he walks you to the bus home - and you don't even resist when he awkwardly leans down to kiss you, his mask down to his chin. Your black lipstick is all over his mouth now, and you make sure to lick it all off. Don't want to leave a bad first impression, after all.

[bluebyrd-screaming]

I'm gonna need yall to trust me on this, but listening to tysm followed immediately by hell and you goes so fucking hard