The next Monday was not a regular Monday for Billy. He woke up 2 hours earlier at 4 a.m. and thus the ritual began.
Hot water from the shower head served to wake him up and burn the skin of his back as he scrubbed his body absolutely raw. His California tan was fading the longer he was in this shit pile town, he noted as he looked at the pink flush of his face and arms in the mirror while putting on cool scented lotion.
The bathroom was a mess, a testament to an entire weekend spent trying to look prettier for Y/N Sinclair. Taking cues from the guys he assumed she was into. Eddie Munson was basically hairless, so Billy shaved every inch of hair that wasn't on his head. Y/N is constantly knuckles deep in Harrington's hair, so he changed his hair routine to make his curls look more pronounced. And honestly, he didn't know what she saw in Jonathan Byers, maybe they really are just friends.
By 7 am, Billy looked pristine. His hair bounced with every step, his nails were perfectly cleaned and cut and buffed and shaped. Changed outfits four times only to settle on the second one. The thought of putting on cologne crossed his mind yet thought against it. At 7:30, Max stopped asking about his giddy mood and went to see her shitbird friends. At 7:45, Billy walked right by Tommy, Carol and Gina without a word.
And exactly at 8 a.m....in homeroom. His heart sank to his boots when you walked past him while you laughed with Munson. Like he didn't even exist. He could do nothing but shrink into himself and desperately hide the quiver of his chin and hot tears stinging his crystalline eyes.
However, as always, nothing could escape the all seeing red eye in the sky, that was Y/N Sinclair.
Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if weâre already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. âWe will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-â how about you stop âmaking peaceâ with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
I've seen Death depicted as a card dealer or other sort of gambler, a guy in a suit, a farmer, a robed apparition, and any other number of things, but this? This has to be the best Death I've seen yet. An old seductress saying "hey kid, don't you wanna die in a trench for a government that doesn't give a fuck about you, just like your dear old dad?" This goes hard as fuck.
A handy list of poisons for writing reference, provided to you by me, Bella
Poisoning is one of the oldest murder tactics in the books. It was the old equalizer, and while itâs often associated with women, historically men are no less likely to poison you. This is not a guide on how to poison people, you banana bunches, itâs a guide on writing about poisons in fiction so you donât end up on a watch list while researching them. Iâve taken that hit for you. Youâre welcome. These are just a few of the more classic ones.
Hemlock: Hemlock (conium maculatum) is one of the more famous ones, used in ancient times most notably in Socratesâ forced suicide execution. So it goes. The plant has bunches of small, white flowers, and can grow up to ten feet tall. Itâs a rather panicky way to die, although it wouldnât show: hemlock is a paralytic, so the cause of death is most often asphyxiation due to respiratory paralysis, although the mind remains unaffected and aware.
Belladonna: Atropa belladonna is also called deadly nightshade. It has pretty, trumpet-shaped purple flowers and dark, shiny berries that actually look really delicious which is ironic since itâs the most toxic part of the plant. The entire plant is poisonous, mind you, but the berries are the most. One of the most potent poisons in its hemisphere, it was used as a beauty treatment, so the story says, and rubbed into the eyes to make the eyes dilate and the cheeks flush. Hench the name beautiful lady. The death is more lethargic than hemlock, although its symptoms are worse: dilated pupils, sensitivity to light, blurred vision, tachycardia, loss of balance, staggering, headache, rash, flushing, severely dry mouth and throat, slurred speech, urinary retention, constipation, confusion, hallucinations, delirium, and convulsions. Itâs toxic to animals, but cattle and rabbits can eat it just fine, for some reason.Â
Arsenic: Arsenic comes from a metalloid and not a plant, unlike the others here, but itâs easily the most famous and is still used today. Instead of being distilled from a plant, chunks of arsenic are dug up or mined. It was once used as a treatment for STDs, and also for pest control and blacksmithing, which was how many poisoners got access to it. It was popular in the middle ages because it looked like a cholera death, due to acute symptoms including stomach cramps, diarrhea, confusion, convulsions, vomiting, and death. Slow poisoning looked more like a heart attack. The Italians famously claimed that a little arsenic improved the taste of wine.
Strychnine: Strychnine (strick-nine) is made from the seed of strychnos nux vomica and causes poisoning which results in muscular convulsions and eventually death through asphyxia. Convulsions appear after inhalation or injectionâvery quickly, within minutesâand take somewhat longer to manifest after ingestion, around approximately 15 minutes. With a very high dose, brain death can occur in 15 to 30 minutes. If a lower dose is ingested, other symptoms begin to develop, including seizures, cramping, stiffness, hypervigilance, and agitation. Seizures caused by strychnine poisoning can start as early as 15 minutes after exposure and last 12 â 24 hours. They are often triggered by sights, sounds, or touch and can cause other adverse symptoms, including overheating, kidney failure, metabolic and respiratory acidosis. During seizures, abnormal dilation, protrusion of the eyes, and involuntary eye movements may occur. It is also slightly hallucinogenic and is sometimes used to cut narcotics. It also notably has no antidote. In low doses, some use it as a performance enhancer.
Curare:Â Chondrodendron tomentosum is lesser known than its famous cousins, but kills in a very similar way to hemlock. It is slow and terrible, as the victim is aware and the heart may beat for many minutes after the rest of the body is paralyzed. If artificial respiration is given until the poison subsides, the victim will survive.
Wolfsbane: Aconitum has several names; Monkshood, aconite, Queen of Poisons, womenâs bane, devilâs helmet) and is a pretty, purple plant with gourd-shaped flowers. The root is the most potent for distillation. Marked symptoms may appear almost immediately, usually not later than one hour, and with large doses death is near instantaneous. Death usually occurs within two to six hours in fatal poisoning. The initial signs are gastrointestinal including nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. This is followed by a sensation of burning, tingling, and numbness in the mouth and face, and of burning in the abdomen. In severe poisonings pronounced motor weakness occurs and sensations of tingling and numbness spread to the limbs. The plant should be handled with gloves, as the poison can seep into the skin.
Foxglove: Digitalis is large with trumpet-shaped flowers that can be many colors, but usually a pinkish shade. It may have from the term foxes-glew, which translated to fairy music. Intoxication causes nausea, vomiting and diarrhea, as well as sometimes resulting in xanthopsia (jaundiced or yellow vision) and the appearance of blurred outlines (halos), drooling, abnormal heart rate, cardiac arrhythmias, weakness, collapse, dilated pupils, tremors, seizures, and even death. Slowed heartbeat also occurs. Because a frequent side effect of digitalis is reduction of appetite and the mortality rate is low, some individuals have used the drug as a weight-loss aid. It looks a bit like comfrey, which is an aid for inflammation. Make sure not to confuse the two.
This is gonna sound fucked up but i love tight grapes. You know what I mean when the grape is nice and tight and ur incisors pierce thru them like needles popping a balloon
You donât really know what goes on inside his head when he glares at you with hints of vexation and hunger. But you suspect heâs cursing his libido before growling out an irate sigh as he bows down and gives in to it.
It seems almost as though he sees it all as a simple means to an end. As though the urge arising within his gut is a nuisance he needs to suffice as quickly as possible, and you as a mere tool for him to do exactly that.
He doesnât kiss you. At least not when youâre having sex. He might do something that somewhat resembles a kiss now and again, like a brush or press of his stiff lips against your temple or forehead, one of which reminds you of the type of nudge a dog could be trained to do in exchange for a treat. But again, never when youâre having sex.
Itâs obvious he doesnât view you as much more than something he owns.Â
Sometimes heâll even look surprised when you voice wishes and needs of your own. As though heâs forgotten that youâre still a living, breathing thing and not just something heâs hunted and killed and stuffed for sport. But thatâs how you feel most days anyway; like a dogâs humping toy. Just a limp thing made up of cotton and torn fabric trying to hold it together, getting more frayed by each passing day.
And heâs silent, sept for the steady string of growls and groans as he fucks you fast like youâre this annoying reminder that heâll never be able to get rid of the warmth in his gut forcing him to complete the tedious task again and again and never be done with it.
His hands hold you down, either with one cuffing your wrists and the other on your throat or by pulling your hair and wringing your ankle in a spread. Not because you bother fighting back, but in an attempt to keep you still and spread open for receiving, and perhaps in some additional effort of trying to control and soothe the raging of hormones within him more than what your tight cunt squeezing his fat cock does.
He pulls out just before, tugging on it in quick faps, and lets the sneeze blow all over your stomach and tits. And the sigh he breathes out is like an exclamation of âfucking finallyâ while his throbbing length bobs with still seeping pearls of cum, slowly calming down the more he squeezes it all out into a white pool between your ribs.Â
He isnât much better after, either. Loosening his grip on you, heâll grunt out something along the lines of âgo clean yourself upâ before leaving you until the next time the same annoying urge arises once again.
I need to ask this, its been racing though my brain for a while. what would happen if the Hart brothers found out they both like the reader.
"Y/n? You're sweet on that angel?"
Erin pulls out his butterfly knife, pointing it directly at his brother's throat - edge grazing his adam's apple. Spencer doesnt even flinch. "Dont. Call them that. They're mine. I've been looking for a reason to get rid of you. Don't let this be it."
Spencer cocks a shit eatting grin. "Aw, Rin dont be like that. Why would you have someone you dont deserve? You know I'm against violence now, but I'll gladly put you in your place if you step out of line. I'll even let you be my best man if you just lie down like the dog you are. And not in front of them."
John Seed feels the need to overstimulate his darling constantly, and if they don't have tears of pleasure down their face at the end, he considers it a personal failure.
In the event he is low on stamina and isnât able to bring you to a third orgasm, he does have a fucking machine that he will tie you to. Watching you convulse and blubber as you cum all over yourself makes him feel complete. You deserve that pleasure, too feel utter bliss thatâs so potent it brings you to tears.Â
Watching that toy stretch you open, pummeling your core while you writhe and fall apart, makes him rock hard in seconds and all the more enamored with you. John wants to see how much bliss he can bring you, how much you can handle before you become nothing more than a whimpering, sobbing, quaking mess.
Then he lightly teases you, babying you as he unstraps you and moves you hair out of your eyes, sticking to your sweat covered skin. âYou did good. Such pretty tears baby. You can calm down, Iâll quit being mean...for tonightâ.
Headcanons for Modern Daemon As Your Sugar Daddy (Part 4)
A/N: part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here
TW: profanity, innuendo, SD/SB dynamic, NSFW ALSO P IN V SEX JUST LOTS OF SMUTTY HEADCANONS NEAR THE BOTTOM
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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-you answer daemon's phone, not showing aegon anything he doesn't deserve to see of course, but your shoulders and collarbones are very clearly visible, "hey, aegon"
-aegon's eyes widen "y/n??? why are you answering daemon's pho- ARE YOU TWO IN THE FUCKING BATH TOGETHER I CAN'T THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR FUUUU-"
-daemon grabs the phone, "yes, nephew, we are in the bath together, i'm y/n's new sugar daddy"
-and then the whining and crying begins and daemon just hangs up, putting his phone to the side to enjoy his lovely bath with his precious sugar baby
-after the bath, he steps out first and you can't help but let your eyes wander his fucking gorgeous body that's built like a greek god, it's literally very unfair
-he knows what you're doing and just smirks to himself and hands you a towel, "i'll set up the bedroom for you, darling," he kisses you on the cheek, letting his lips linger on your skin for a moment
-when you get out and go to the room, he's lit a scented candle for you, made sure there are fresh sheets and a gorgeous EXPENSIVE comforter on the bed
-you get changed into one of your comfy sleep shirts and step out in the hallway, wondering where daemon is
-he's in the kitchen making some tea and shoots you a smile, "you ready for bed, darling? i was just making some tea if you want some. chamomile helps me sleep"
-you shake your head and smile and walk over to kiss him on the cheek, "just wanted to say goodnight and thank you... for everything"
-he rests a hand on your cheek, brushing some hair off your face, "you don't need to thank me, love. you're mine to take care of now. and i always will"
-true to his word, daemon is an excellent sugar daddy
-the next day, he takes you shopping for clothes and, despite your protests, sets you up with a whole new wardrobe, he's so excited when you model everything for him, he's just sitting in the changing room lounge giving you his opinion on everything, looking downright giddy whenever you listen to him and do a little twirl
-loves taking you out for lunch on his lunch break at work if it lines up with yours at school, will have his driver come and pick you up in his limo to bring you to him
-loves buying you stuff like loubotin heels and versace dresses, balenciaga purses, the best of the best because he wants to spoil you rotten
-eventually, you feel comfortable enough with him and have enough in your savings account in case things go south that you quit your job and just do school and spend time with your new sd
-he's so fucking excited when you say you wanna start sleeping in his room, from that moment on he CANNOT go to sleep without his arms wrapped around his baby
-loves taking you to family functions and making the boys cry LMFAO they see you in these gorgeous outfits with your hair done, nails done, everything did and they're SO FUCKING MAD
-attends every one of your school functions, no matter how small or insignificant you say that it is
-loves taking you to company galas and events, having you on his arm makes them tolerable since the two of you are always whispering to each other, making fun of everyone there (and of course his hand is always on your ass in whatever dress you're in)
-takes you on all of his work trips, conference in paris? pack your bags, baby it's vacation time, work retreat in bali? daemon's buying you a new chanel bikini and louis vuitton suitcase with a full vacation wardrobe
-loves traveling with you, sight seeing, trying new food, going out to clubs with you, you keep him young
-if anyone in his family tries to talk shit he does not give a FUCK, he will defend you to his dying breath
-introduces you to his daughters and is surprised that you get along so well with them and that they don't seem to resent you or the age difference
-his only requests of you are that you have dinner with him in the evenings, he just really doesn't like being alone he's a very sensitive guy deep down
-he cries at your graduation, so proud of his baby walking up there in her jimmy choo heels and dior dress HE LOVES YOU SM
-definitely right off the bat realizes he loves you deeper than just the dynamic allows and is so happy when the feeling turns out to be mutual
-NSFW HERE ON
-if you want the sexual aspect of the sd/sb dynamic he'll definitely be ECSTATIC and he is a total pleasure dom, he loves eating you out, like just eating you out is enough to get him hard and bring him to the edge
-he loves taking you in every possible position, he just always wants you and is ready at a moment's notice
-the first time you offer to suck him off, he tries to say no because he doesn't know if you're just doing it because you feel obligated but then, when he sees you moaning with his cock in your mouth while you grind yourself against the mattress he realizes damn.... you actually enjoy it almost as much as he does
-loves fucking you in the kitchen, holding you up on the kitchen counter, something about fucking in a domestic space like that is very sexy to him
-aftercare king, pampers you, brings you cool towels and water and a snack, just very caring and loving
-has a very high sex drive so the minute you even hint you wanna fuck? he's ready
-loves it when you drag him off to the bathroom at targ corp events and let him wreck you and you come back with him, his hair disheveled and lipstick smudged
-has definitely fucked you while on family vacations within earshot of the boys. someone needs to humble them after all
