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sacrificial angel, dirty slut with needs

[sacr1ficialang3l]

𖦹twenty. she/her. silver jewelry. lace. fallen angel. taylor swift. supernatural. graveyards. american horror story. cannibalism. vanilla coke. bookworm. religious guilt. tattoos. bones & all. daughter of cain. erotic horror. writer.

masterlist!!! links&requests!!!

my inbox is always open𖦹 16+𖦹 english isn't my first language<3

[s4turns-st4rs]

intertwined, sewn together ! pt.2

──── ୨୧ joseph liebgott x reader headcannons ୨୧ ────

read part 1 here !

a/n: another one. because i can only think about him these days.

warnings: none !

now playing: god only knows - the beach boys

disclaimer ! this fic is based on the characters of hbo’s band of brothers and not the figures they portray !

𖦹 situationship final boss. i hate that word but it’s completely accurate. do not ask him “what are we?” because you will not get the answer you want.

𖦹 doesn’t take advice very well. quick to defending himself.

𖦹 goads you so bad. knows exactly what pisses you off and is NOT afraid to use it. whether it’s cheesy nicknames, lewd comments, or a cheeky tickle, joe knows exactly how to press your buttons, and will, at all times.

𖦹 his mouth runs like a motor. if he’s nervous, angry, bored, happy, whatever, he’s talking to you. telling you about his day, a story from the war, some dumb joke he heard, anything.

𖦹 he’s a pouter. the moment you deny him anything, his bottom lip will stick out like a toddler. it works though, he always ends up getting what he wants with you.

𖦹 chew with his mouth open. sorry but you know it’s true.

𖦹 big into pda. he tried to be nonchalant but these days he’ll lean his whole body weight on you, hands under your shirt, peppering constant kisses along the column of your neck and on your face.

𖦹 loves when you kiss the scar on his neck. his façade is tough, and he’s used to trying to appear like his past doesn’t effect him, but your affection makes him melt like putty in your hands.

𖦹 after the war, he gets more comfortable crying in front of you, even though it takes a while. but you help him. you always do.

joe taglist ! @sacr1ficialang3l

[sacr1ficialang3l]

OMG SO SO SO CUTE

lieb being a pouter is canon in my books.

[atwci]

not everyone can be in new york or la. someone needs to be holding it down in the band of brothers tumblr tag

[sacr1ficialang3l]

I reread your sub sam fic like once a day in so serious

this fills my heart with joy. thank you sm!!!

[sacr1ficialang3l]

angels of porn was the best thing ive ever read. I have a two in one. Either sub dean x bartender or sub dean x popstar. I beg

thank you so much darling!!! but i apologize, my requests are currently closed</3

[sacr1ficialang3l]

would you ever write for babe heffron???

id love to, but if i’m being honest, i haven’t invested in his character that much while watching the show. if i found an idea for a fic about him that really compelled me, maybe during bastogne or something, i would absolutely write it.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

I Saw Ethel Cain live a couple days ago for the first time, I’ve never been a big fan but it was truley a magical moment, I also was thinking a lot about your fics 😅

omg i’m so jelly, i’d give anything to see her again live. it seriously was a religious experience.

also this is the best compliment you could give me. c’mere, i’ll give you the biggest kiss.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

This is the same anon from the flowers in the attic oneshot ask with all the mispellings, i also wanted you to know i bought the book.

omg yay!!! please feel free to tell me what you think of it! i’ve meen thinking about rereading it for a while, and im so happy i got some of you interested in it as well<333

[sacr1ficialang3l]

need to swap gum (and spit) with liebgott……

me too man, me too.

i bet he’s all gross about it as well. like he loooooves kissing the gum out of your mouth and keeping it, even when you (clearly pretending to be upset) complain about it. he’d say something like “it’s my favorite flavor,” and you’d be like “it barely has any flavor in it!” he’d just reply: “it tastes like you, that’s my favorite flavor.”

he’d also act all tough, but he’d looooove if you take control and spit in his mouth, especially if you slap him around a bit when doing so. and if you drool a little when he’s fucking you, be sure he’ll lick it right off your face, drink it down like it’s fucking nectar from the gods.

but yk when he gets a little too mouthy? i’d love to shove my fingers in his big mouth and kiss him around them, make him all desperate for the real thing, until he’s blabbering and drooling all over your fingers and you lick it all off before finally giving him what he wants.

anyway, you found me at a very horny time in my life anon, thank you for this.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

Hi, you know how misha as his number that fans can texts. Can you write something on how reader texts him and after a week or two he answers and like they flirt over text then they stat FaceTiming. And after months of talking, reader goes to a Supernatural conventions, reader and misha meet. Maybe smut???? If you dont know about misha number it's on his Facebook

hiii!!!

omg i didn’t know about this, that’s so cool! but sadly my requests are closed and i don’t really write rpf :(((

thank you for trusting me with your idea though! i’m sure some other amazing writer can bring it to life with the love it deserves!!!

[sacr1ficialang3l]

WILLOUGHBY?!?!

[tankhall]

In 2018, I wrote down a passing thought in my cheap little leather-bound journal I was writing a collection of songs in that would go on to become Preacher’s Daughter. “If I finish this album the way it needs to be finished, it will change my life, and it will leave a hole in my heart for years that I won’t know how to fill.” I’ve always had a knack for eerily accurate self-premonition. Preacher’s Daughter certainly left a hole, and it certainly changed my life, but only on the outside. All the songs I wrote for it were about characters, a girl in a “faraway” place living her “faraway” life, albeit still parallel to mine, but wholly detached from me. Willoughby was doomed to be closer to home. I wrote Nettles and Waco the same week, the first week I spent in the Alabama house where I would finish Preacher’s Daughter after so many years of trying. The difference was I wrote them about me. There were no characters at first; it was just me. In fact, I wrote them in an attempt to hide from Ethel Cain for a moment. She eventually devoured those little ditties too, of course, as she always does. In hindsight, I’m glad I had to share them with her. I couldn’t have carried the full weight of them myself, I know that now. My premonitions were out in full force; over the course of the next few years, I’d script out my own life in the same morbid fashion I always have. Maybe it was a lesson in not training my eye downward as I’ve spent the majority of my life doing.

I had 3 weeks for the holidays between mixing and submitting Perverts and jumping back into the maw of taming an unfinished Willoughby Tucker. I spent the first three months of 2025 on probation, unable to go much of anywhere, awake only when the sun was down. I’d never mixed a record of that magnitude, which was daunting with deadlines immovable. I remember 9am on my 27th birthday rolling around after being awake for hours whittling away at mixes, announcing the album and entire tour before going back to mix an album that still wasn’t done. I’ve never cried so much finishing a record, and that was before it was even out. Combining your Saturn return, your first shot at true love, and the longest tour of your life is something I would never recommend to anyone. It was the death of both ego and everything around it. I couldn’t be more grateful. Never in my life have I been so turned inside out, so uprooted and unraveled. Looking back, I needed it more than anything.

Thank you to everyone who listened. Ethel Cain and Willoughby Tucker will always be my children, my burnt offerings, what I leave in the storm. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but I also fear it’s the only way. Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, I really will always love you. I feel as though in this moment here, saying goodbye, you and I are closer than ever. I hope you can forgive me.

[xx-yaoimaxxing9000-xx]

what doesn't kill you gives you insane kinks

[sacr1ficialang3l]

You can actually lose your nose doing coke btw

yeah, point taken.

but if i get hooked on it, go on a stephen king-type roll writing a hundred bestselling books that get later on turned into movies, and then use my billionaire money to get into rehab…

not a bad idea, huh?

[sacr1ficialang3l]

did u see the bofb cast panel at the ww2 museum?? i think they put it on youtube but it is 5 hours lol 😳. i’ll prob listen to it while getting ready or smth lol

duuuuuude i’m so excited for it!!! i’m going to a concert tomorrow so i’ll be busy all day, but as soon as i get home i’ll be watching it. can’t wait to see my babies again</3

[sacr1ficialang3l]

just want you to kkowx your glowers in tje attic oneshot had me crying for half sn hour afterwarss. I cant think about it too long eithout tearing up.

It was soooooo good. Loved it. Love your writing. Need to re-read weirdgirl!reader.

It was delicious and fatal.

ahhhh thank you so much!!! it’s one of my fave fics i’ve written tbh, so glad someone else loves it as much as i do<3

love you!!! and don’t worry about the spelling mistakes, been there, done that.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

Your sub Dean fics r heaven sent I’m not even joking

thank you, it’s my duty to bring more people to the light of jesus (sub!dean)