25/09/19
I didnât want to stay in uni today so Iâm home, wrapped up in blankets, going through physical textbooks and adding the notes to my class notes
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25/09/19
I didnât want to stay in uni today so Iâm home, wrapped up in blankets, going through physical textbooks and adding the notes to my class notes
ten :: superm behind album photoshoot
âCould a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each otherâs eyes for an instant?â
â Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via minuty)
happy fall
I will never fully get over this look
The coven when Stevie showed up
cody fern at the HFPA press conference for âAmerican Horror Story: Apocalypseâ
Holy Trinity of Michael Langdon Conceptsâ˘ď¸ that get me going: 1. breeding kink I said what I said 2. Michael likes when reader cries while heâs fucking her 3. Michael likes to dress reader in all white to remind her of how pure she is and to accentuate howâs heâs corrupted her
I think I may love you. The only thing Iâd add is religion kink and knife/blood play.
But otherwise? Spot on. You get me. đ
(And now Iâm imagining combining dressing her in white with religion kink, Michael calling her an angel and yet making all kinds of comments about her purity and her innocence as he fucks her, telling her that heâs defiling her and that sheâs a sinner........ oof.
"Not so holy now, are you, angel?")
same energy
There is a serial killer in town, so Reader is a bit nervous when she accepts to follow the man she met in a bar, Duncan. She doesn't know what to think when another man is on the bed, waiting for them, but she thinks that since this Michael (who is even more sexy than Duncan) is here, she didn't follow a killer to his lair. Too bad nobody thought there could be two. If she survives, it will only be because they will decide it, and that will not really be good news for her.
Oof, this is dark. And Iâm here for it. đ
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Your heart flutters wildly in your chest as you find yourself enveloped on the bed between the two men.
The brunetteâDuncan, you remember; the charming one with the alluring smile and the cheerful laughter whoâd plied you with drinks (âare you trying to seduce me?â youâd teased him, to which Duncan had simply quirked an eyebrow and asked, âwhy, is it working?â) back at the barâholds you pressed back against his chest with the blade of a dagger pressed against your throat, while the other (Michael, you think) kisses his way down your body, his long golden hair fanning out over your skin.
âYou chose well, Duncan,â Michael murmurs as he looks up at him through hooded eyes, the two of them sharing a secret sort of smile. Michael slips his hands between your thighs and pries them apart, ignoring your whimpers and attempts to squirm away, brushing his thumb over your soft skin, marveling the sensation of being able to feel your pulse thunder beneath his touch.
âDonât worry, pet,â he coos at you as he ducks his head to nip at your hipbone. âWe wonât hurt you.â A pregnant pause ensues. âAt least, not yet.â
âOr perhaps we wonât hurt you at all,â Duncan breathes into your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. âIt all depends on you.â
âMm, but I think she thinks to be hurt, Duncan,â Michael muses as he moves further down the bed, closing his eyes as he inhales the scent of your growing arousal. âYou should see how wet she is already, and weâve barely even touched her.â
âIs that true, pet?â Duncan drawls. âDo you like being here with us? Completely at our mercy?â
âYes,â you murmur shyly, unsure if lying or honesty would be the better option for you.
Michaelâs grins, sharp and feral, as he ducks his head in between your thighs, licking a flat, broad stroke up the length of your cunt. You tremble in Duncanâs arms, quietly gasping out Michaelâs name, and Duncan simply shushes you, increasing the pressure of the dagger against your throat. âHeâs good, isnât he?â Duncan whispers to you, watching with heated eyes as Michael laps at your cunt, making you moan and whimper. âSee, thatâs his trick. How he gets the girls to fall for him.â
âWorked on you, too,â Michael snaps as he lifts his head to address Duncan, his mouth all shiny with your arousal. âAnd Duncan is the charmer, as Iâm sure you discovered. Mr. silver tongue.â
Fear creeps down the base of your spine and ice settles in your belly as you listen to them, creating an odd, twined sensation of arousal and anxiety. âBut youâre something different, pet,â Michael muses as he flicks his tongue against your clit. âYouâre tough. I like that.â
Duncan nips at the lobe of your ear as he begins to trail his free hand down your body, brushing the tips of his fingers against your clit as Michael continues to eagerly eat you out. âIf you play nice, if youâre a good girl for us, we might even keep you around.â
You swallow around you dry throat, trying to find your voice. âAnd if you donât?â you ask hoarsely, your eyes wide with fright as you glance between the two of them.
âLetâs not worry about that now,â Duncan coos as the blade of his dagger creates a small nick on your throat. As his fingers continue to work between your thighs, he ducks his head and licks up the small beads of blood, a low groan reverberating in your chest. âAfter all, I do like you.â
âSheâs sweet,â Michael breathes against your skin, delving his tongue between your folds. You cry out and rock your hips against his face, all traces of your panic momentarily overshadowed by the pleasure thatâs beginning to crash over you in waves.
âWhat do you think, hm?â Duncan asks as he continues to mouth at your throat. âWould you like to be ours? Our sweet little pet?â
His question comes at the same moment your orgasm slams into you, and the only response you can muster is a sharp cry of: âyes!â
You donât quite know what youâre agreeing toâto Duncanâs proposition, or to the way your body responds when they call you that, their pet, or to orgasm that tears through you, or to Michaelâs pleased grunt as he laps up your cum, or your chance at possible survivalâbut in that moment, you want it all. To not only live, but to belong to them. To recieve more of what theyâre offering you.
It feels like eating forbidden fruit, like selling your soul to the devil, but when Michael raises his head and grins at you, leaning over you to exchange a heated kiss with Duncan, that icy fear in your belly begins to turn to fire, and all you can think of is more.
âI repeat,â Michael murmurs against Duncanâs mouth, their lips connected by a thin trail of saliva, âyou did choose well.â
Duncan smirks as he turns your head towards them, drawing you into the kiss as well. You moan softly as you taste yourself on both of their tongues, and Michaelâs fingers curl possessively around your thigh. âDonât worry, pet,â Michael grunts. âWeâre not letting you go anywhere.â
Duncan hums in agreement. âYouâre ours.â
Iâm the one you chose in the end, Iâm your victim
finger on the trigger i know itâs too late to be saved bullet to the heart
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