This One Song… Noble Rot on Casting No Light

Tell you what – we love hearing from artists when things go right. We equally love hearing from artists when things go dreadfully wrong. A song that was a piece of piss, written in 20 minutes? Or years in the making and a bastard to write? Whether it’s a song that came together through great duress or one that was smashed out in a short amount of time, we’re getting the lowdown from some of our…

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New Video: Noble Rot (METZ's Alex Edkins and Holy Fuck's Graham Walsh) Return with Propulsive and Trippy "Medicine"

New Video: Noble Rot (METZ's Alex Edkins and Holy Fuck's Graham Walsh) Return with Propulsive and Trippy "Medicine" @METZtheband @weird_nightmare @holyfuck @JoyfulNoiseRecs

Noble Rot is a new collaborative studio project, featuring METZ‘s and Weird Nightmare’s Alex Edkins and Holy Fuck‘s Graham Walsh. The project can trace its origins back to 2011: Walsh was enlisted to produce METZ’s 2012 self-titled full-length debut. And since then, the pair have remained in a state of creative orbit.  The duo’s full-length debut Heavenly Bodies, Repetition, Control saw its…

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How to write the passage of time

Time is a crucial element in writing that shapes the narrative. From linear progression, to flashbacks and foreshadowing, it gives you complete control of how your story unfolds.

Here are some tips to describe the passage of time to make your narratives more compelling.

Use the natural world

Describe the changing seasons

Show plant growth and death

Visualise the ebb and flow of tides

Describe the decomposition of flora and fauna

Describe the ways that landscapes change on long journeys

Use the weather to illustrate time jumps

Illustrate the affect that shifting shadows have on a location

Use heavenly bodies like stars, the rise and set of the sun, and phases of the moon

Describe physical activities

Show family gatherings and how they change over the years

Describe the process of finishing a creative pursuit

Create repetitive activities and routines

Have a character engage in an activity, like gardening, that visually changes

Have your characters learn a new skill

Write a change in location that requires a journey to get from point A to point B

Use your setting's seasonal celebrations to illustrate a time shift for individual characters and their world

Use sound

Describe the ticking of clocks

Have your characters' voice change with their age

Illustrate changing musical styles

Have your characters improve an audible skill like singing, swordplay, or learning a musical instrument

Show a character's conversational style changing as they grow

Use the sounds of nature, like leaves becoming brittle as they crunch underfoot, or rain turning into storms

Use silence to illustrate it getting late

Describe objects

Have food left out go mouldy

Illustrate buildings and settings being overtaken by nature

Show the lifecycle of a family heirloom

Describe textiles fading and degrading over time

Describe the freshness of paint; is it wet and glistening, or cracked and dry?

Illustrate technological change and advancement

Describe the repairs in a beloved object

Show a common object like a pencil to describe how it changes with use

surrogate comfort

summary. daryl comes to your home, finding peace between your legs before you relieve his homeward bound struggles

warnings. smut (just a little fem!reader receiving oral), angst, mentions and descriptions of abuse, commitment, young!daryl

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

An undeniable sensation pooled in the apex below your abdomen, causing your eyelids to flutter slowly open from your slumber. Your brows drew firmly together as your mouth gaped wildly open, releasing silent sounds of pleasured expression. But you were forced by the consuming reality in your brain to push the face that rested against your thighs, and the heavenly lips that had already landscaped the area of your cunt in prior situations.

Daryl hadn’t fallen asleep beside you, he had sullenly returned to his poisonous putridity of his home the eve before, dreading his father’s exploitive rage. As much as you wanted to continue receiving the fantastic oral that he was perfectly tainting your body with, you were commended by your saint lifestyle to shuffle away, rejecting his efforts of keeping his face attached to your most intimate area.

“D.” You addressed him by the initial, reaching beside you to pull at the dangling string of your bedside lamp so that the bulb would create an ambience that would aid your eyesight, rather than squinting in his direction through the consuming darkness. Daryl melted his face in the tousled sheets that rested raggedly beside your legs, chewing anxiously on his bottom lip.

He just wanted to see you, and get lost in one of his all time hobbies so that he wouldn’t need to bring acknowledgment to the repetitive reason as to why he had snuck in your home with the key that you had gifted him in the dead of night. “Daryl… look at me honey.” With concern filled empathy, you combed through his brunette locks with your fingers, squeezing your thighs together so that he wouldn’t be able to visualise his sacred escape for the moment.

This was important, far more important than any sexual activity. It took him a couple of minutes to finally build up the strength to comply with your soft demand; you weren’t forcing him, he was well aware of that fact, however he resented skulking away from your embracing and delicate nurturing, and thus he drew his face upwards, his blue and bruised eyes connecting with your orbs that unfortunately did not hold shock.

His father was sadistically cruel, he never let up on a chance to unleash his pent up frustrations and anger out on his sons, it was why Merle had joined the military - to escape the man that had raised them without any aspect of love. It didn’t matter that you were half nude due to his skilful appearance, you shuffled down the bed towards him, crossing your legs as you brushed your fingertips across his shoulder that was clothed in a shirt made of tired fabric, and he restrained a wince.

“Oh honey.” You cooed, seeing a horizon of purples and blues and deepening greys that harshened his features. “You can stay here, for as long as you need. I’d hate for you to keep going back there, so…” You braced yourself to say the words aloud, aware that Daryl was a young man whom was easily shaken. “Why don’t you move in?” You would never hurt him, emotionally or physically, no matter what situation that you found yourselves in.

Your blood boiled like there was a stove interlinking your veins to your arteries as you thought of any man bringing such abuse upon their child, but especially horrid old William and his treatment of Daryl. The bruised son’s lips conveyed his emotions in a wobbling manner, as he allowed his well constructed walls to lower, and water glazed in his eyes. He held you, and sobbed, and sobbed, until he was all out of frustrated tears, and you knew then, he would be using that silver key every day.

⭑ “control” ⭑

⭑ seungmin x female reader

⭑ content includes: established relationship, non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, use of shock device, use of ropes and being tied, reader has pain kink, masturbation (reader), unprotected sex, releasing, use of pet names (doll,baby), slight degradation, mention of safe word

⭑ note: seungmin in the newest skz code has not left my mind and i this is the only way i can maintain my sanity. also if yk where the last quote is from you’re a star. enjoy!

⭑ minors dni

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the remote rested between your teeth as you strip bare, watching him attempt to escape the chair you tied his arms around. seungmin hated not being in control, and this was your chance to take his role for once…

“y/n you’re gonna fucking regret this. release me!” he whined non-stop while he had to witness you take your clothes off and sit on the bed infront of him, swinging the remote in his face and laughing uncontrollably with every remark he makes.

“i want to see what you feel like having all this power over me” your tone was seductive, trying to ease his anger. you click once on the remote to see how he would react.

“fuck!” his body jolts and his arms try to come forward but he was unsuccessful, scoffing in response.

“this is going to be so fun” you cooed at him, watching his face grow sterner. he knew you loved the way his voice expressed pleasure, and it was enough to make you come.

“baby please, we can-“

click.

he grunts and his head falls back, taking in the shocks that rushed through his body. you feel the tingling between your thighs grow with every grunt and moan he let out, and you let your fingers only rest on your clit.

“y-you are not t-touching yourself to this y/n” he struggles to form his sentences through the ongoing pain.

“who’s gonna stop me?”

click.

his grunts turned into loud and repetitive moans, and you’re body was growing weak at his voice. you let two fingers circle your bud, easing some of the tension until you would hear his voice again.

“f-fuck baby please, s-stop”

you let out a quite moan, showing him that you didn’t care unless he was using his safe word. his bulge peeks through his underwear and his eyes remained locked on your clit, body still shuddering.

click.

your moans sounded right after his, synchronizing into messy whines and words of desire.

“b-baby please i need to fucking touch you.”

your fingers move faster at his words and your body moves up from the growing sensation, your arm on the bed being the only support. you gaze down to watch your helpless boyfriend, fueling your pleasure.

click.

“a-ah f-fuh-k” groans could no longer ease the pain but rather curses which accompanied his convulsing body. your fingers move down between your slippery folds, easing in and out. it felt heavenly but seungmin couldn’t stand seeing you feeling pleasured without him, and he fiddles with the knot even more while withstanding the pain.

you moan his name as he grows feral, his head falling back as he tries to concentrate on the knot but all he can think of is pounding into your swollen pussy before you get to come.

his hands were free and he throws off the torture you put him through, pacing towards your helpless and sensitive body. you tried to apologize but the hunger in his eyes told you there was no hope.

“it’s my turn to hear you moan, doll”

he slides his underwear off and strokes his dick before sliding it inside of you with no warning or patience. you moan as he presses it in, pushing slowly until he couldn’t fit another inch into your deep and warm walls.

“is this what you wanted? to have me treat you like a fuckdoll?” he picked up his pace inside of you, slamming into you loudly with every push. his name trailed out of your mouth endlessly, the remote falling off your hand and on the floor.

“fuck, you feel so good baby” he whisperes, bringing his fingers to clench onto your nipple. a loud whimper escapes your mouth and your body jolts. he laughs at the turn of events, gaining his control in the end.

“such a good doll, letting me fuck her wet pussy, hm?”

you lost all sense of your body, an orgasm being the only thing you can feel. your hands grip onto the sheets as your body falls limp, orgasm crashing down on you. his dick moved slower inside of you, getting coated with your release. he still pounded into you, even after his cum dripped out onto the sheets. he wouldn’t stop until he is satisfied.

“you’re so good baby” he panted before falling down onto the sheets next to your overstimulated body.

“you can’t control me baby”

he places a peck on your forehead before taking you into his arms. a grin grows on his flushed face and he moves closer to your ear, grabbing you by the neck

“looks like i win”

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@captainchrisstan @strayywayy @all4minnie @katsukis1wife @rylea08

How They Voted 2023

Codem

100 gecs - 10,000 gecs

Fever Ray - Radical Romantics

Irish Basement - Heaven or Hell

Olivio Rodrigo - GUTS

Wednesday - Rat Saw God

Harmony - Dystopia Girl

Washer - Improved Means To Deteriorated Ends

Shame - Food for Worms

Vista House - Oregon III

Jess Williamson - Time Ain't Accidental

HM: Slow Pulp - Yard, Hotline TNT - Cartwheel, DreamTX - living in memory of something sweet, Whitney's Playland - Sunset Sea Breeze, Nation of Language - Strange Disciple

JD

100 gecs - 10,000 gecs

Anohni and the Johnsons - My Back Was A Bridge For You To Cross

Earl Sweatshirt & The Alchemist - VOIR DIRE

Animal Collective - Isn't It Now?

Andre 3000 - New Blue Sun

The Clientele - I Am Not There Anymore

L'Rain - I Killed Your Dog

Slowdive - everything is alive

A. Savage - Several Songs About Fire

Fever Ray - Radical Romantics

HM: Sufjan Stevens - Javelin, MIKE, Wiki, & The Alchemist - Faith Is A Rock, Lost Girls - Selvutsletter, Noble Rot - Heavenly Bodies, Repetition, Control, Grian Chatten - Chaos For The Fly

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AN INDIE EXPRESS… // “SWIM BACK” is the latest single from @ohdaughter‘s forthcoming LP titled ‘Stereo Mind Game’ (4/7 @4ad@glassnotemusic) & it finds the London-based trio of singer/guitarist Elena Tonra, guitarist/producer Igor Haefeli & drummer Remi Aguilella bringing an atmospheric bout of orchestrally inclined Indie. @noble_rot_music are here w/ “CASTING NO LIGHT,” the lead single from their forthcoming debut LP titled ‘Heavenly Bodies, Repetition, Control’ (3/24 @joyfulnoiserecs) & it finds the Toronto-based studio project of Alex Edkins (METZ) & Graham Walsh (Holy Fuck) bringing a hypnotically grooved bout of super-charged ArtPop. @slowpulpband are here w/ a new standalone single titled “CRAMPS” (@antirecords) & it finds the Chicago by way of Madison, WI-based quartet of Alexander Leeds, Emily Massey, Theodore Mathews & Henry Stoehr bringing a crunchy slice of bashed-out & guitar-driven AltRock. “LOVE SONG” is the latest single from @softcultband’s forthcoming EP titled ‘see you in the dark’ (3/24 @easyliferecords) & it finds the Canadian duo of Mercedes & Phoenix Arn-Horn getting vulnerable over an airily drowsed bout of swirling DreamPop. “SURE COULD USE A FRIEND” is a choice cut from @webbed_wing’s freshly released surprise EP titled ‘Right After I Smoke This…’ (@memorymusiclabel) & it finds Taylor Madison’s Philadelphia-based project bringing all the tender radio-friendly goods across 2 ½ mins of emotionally twanged, hooky af & Trail Of Dead-esque AltRawk.

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BREAKING THE BRAT • JENO

PAIRING: Lee Jeno x Male Reader 

GENRE: Smut, Some Fluff

WARNINGS: Facefucking, Oral Sex, Degradation 

SUMMARY: Your sugar daddy, Jeno, turns into an aggressive hunk from a cute softie to deal with your bratiness.

Note: Jeno is a sugar daddy. Male reader is a bratty boy. 

I tried making this fic to fight my writer's block and to release something in months. I hope you enjoy reading! Feedback and advice is always appreciated! ^~^ 

♡♡♡

Jeno was always soft and sweet. A stark contrast to his built body that once gave you the impression of him being a stone cold hunk. It turns out he's the softer one and such a clingy puppy, just like the cute samoyed dogs you see in those compilation of cute dog videos. Quite funny, honestly, as he looks at you with heart eyes everytime, even though you sometimes act like a naughty brat and sass your way, making you win every cute little fight between you two. 

He's a big softie in bed, surprisingly. The way he attentively checks on your needs and likes and dislikes in your bed and how his genuine eye smiles meet yours whenever you meet your orgasms is completely heavenly. Although he does a good job satisfying your needs as the service top he is, it kind gets… boring? Repetitive? Of course, you'd be lying if you say you don't like his performances in bed, especially when he moans directly in your ears and how he hugs you tight when chasing his orgasm, but you know there's more he could give to satisfy both of you. And all it takes is to rile him up.

"Baby boy, can I talk to you," he softly asks as you aggressively maneuver the controls as you play video games on his sofa. A smirk crept up your lips as you ignored him and maintained focus on the game. "Baby~," he whispers once again before kneeling in front of you and tapping your lap, a needy tone lacing his voice this time, making it hard for you not to fall for his charms (because let's be honest, we love a cute Jeno). With his patience wavering, he sits beside you before wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, while whispering all the pet names that make you melt on the spot. 

You take off the headphones and face him. "Yes, daddy," you smirk as you cup his other cheek and teasingly touch his inner thigh. "I want to… talk to you… about..  things… I mean, y-your," he stammers. "My?" You ask cockily as you suddenly straddle his lap and playfully grind your hips against his, which elicited a low moan from him. 

"B-Babe, let me talk, p-please," he whimpered between moans as he held you by your waist to stop your grinding. "I want to talk about your bratiness, prince," he fidgets. "I know you enjoy a brat and I love spoiling you… but, babe, I think it's getting out of hand," he looks at you with the biggest puppy eyes. 

"Getting out of hand?" You cock a brow and teasingly buck your hips against his, your boners brushing each other through your tight jeans. "I'm a good boy as far as I know," you smirk at him before swiftly sucking on his lips in a hungry manner, eliciting a loud moan from your boyfriend. A blush crept up Jeno's cheeks and butterflies fluttered in his stomach at your bold actions; and wrapping your hand around his neck didn't help but arouse him more. 

"Mmmmh, baby, stop," he whines, holding you steady into place. "Stop," you ask in a teasing tone as you gyrate your hips over his obvious erection, "your cock seems to like it, daddy," followed by a loud chuckle annoying Jeno. 

"Y/N, please listen," he spoke sternly, only to widen the smirk plastered on your face. "You have been much of a brat lately, baby. You never clean your mess when you eat your snacks and you always treat me like your maid! You blast your game volume out loud when I'm having a meeting and it's very disrespectful." He looks directly into your eyes. 

"Don't get me started when you sucked my cock when I was on a conference call, when I told you to just sit down and behave on the couch. Don't you know how embarrassing it was when I moaned your name as an answer to my supervisor's questions?" 

"Also when you cursed loudly while my boss was calling me? I was so disappointed, Y/N. And remember when you flashed on me when I was in another meeting a while ago? Why the bratiness, prince? Is there something you want? You can tell me anytime." He looks at you with puppy eyes. 

Smirking, you pull his hair back and whisper seductively in his ear. "You know what I want, daddy," you purr while moving your hips against his and pinch his nipples through his dress shirt (that never did a good job in hiding his muscular torso). "I want you to treat me like a brat and punish me for the slut I am," you whisper while ghosting your lips against his. This only made a lascivious moan erupt from Jeno's throat as he looks at you innocently. 

"Baby, I told you, I can never be rough on you," he asserts while holding your waist. "I can be kinky and even bottom for you if you want but I'll never be roug-"

A slap landed on Jeno's cheek.

"Baby," he hissed before soothing his cheek with his palm, "why did you slap me? That hurt!" You only cocked a brow and smirked at his cute, bothered look. "That's how I want you to treat me, daddy." 

"No, baby. I won't slap you and go rough on you and that's final." He said sternly, not noticing his cock becoming harder and leaking through his pants. In response, you landed another slap on his other cheek, this time harder and leaving a red print on his face. Your hips never stopped moving, making him release more precum, and probably soiling his underwear with it. 

"Baby, stop it!" Jeno growled, looking at you with a predatory gaze. Perhaps it's how hot he looked while angry or the arousal churning in your stomach that made you land another slap on his face and wrap your hand around his neck. And that was the last straw of patience for Jeno. 

A loud growl escaped Jeno's throat before pulling your hair back and spanking your ass. "You've asked for it, baby boy. I've always wanted to treat you and praise you for being the prince you are. But it's time I should punish you and treat you like a bitch." You internally smirk at the rough treatment Jeno does and being excited is a complete understatement with how hot and sexy he looks right now while angry. 

"Then what are you waiting for, slowpoke?!" You challenged him while squirming under his mercy. "Don't have the balls to put me in my place? What a loser." You fired back, the smirk still evident on your face. 

Jeno growled before wrapping his large hand around your neck. "Such a fucking brat," he snarled while landing harsh slaps on your ass, creating loud spanks echoing across the living room. "Talking back to daddy like a bitch, hm?" He smirked darkly as he thrusted his fingers in and out your mouth. "What if we actually put this filthy mouth of yours into good use, hm? You slut?!" 

Swiftly, Jeno positioned you on the couch with your head hanging by the edge of the top cushion and your legs dangling on top of the couch's backrest. He darkly chuckled at how helpless you looked, gripping the cushions. His smirk brought you a mix of excitement for the fun it probably will be and at the same time, nervousness as it is the first time you both have yourselves in this heated situation. Noticing your nerves, Jeno placed a quick peck on your lips and smiled at you in reassurance. That was all it took for you to trust Jeno. That he'll go rough but won't hurt you if it's past your limit. 

"I'll be fucking your pretty face, slut. Your mouth has to pay for the vulgar things you said." He chuckles darkly before unbuckling his belt and bringing down his pants past his thighs. You felt a large flood of arousal travel your body as he tapped his heavy, leaking cock on your lips. Instantly, you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue below the crown of his cock.

"Mmmmh, fuck, baby," he moaned out loud before slipping his large cock inside your mouth. Eyes welling up with tears, you felt his balls hit you on the face, which oddly felt satisfying. Mouth filled up to the brim, drool started to tremendously leak in the corners of your lips. "Tap me if I need to stop," he says before forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

"Fuck, I never knew your mouth would be this good!" He exclaims before accelerating his thrusts, impaling your throat in the process. Strangely, the feeling of Jeno's huge length slipping in and out your throat feels euphoric, making you relax your throat more around him. A long string of cusses and moans came from Jeno as you hollow your lips around Jeno's cock, increasing the pleasure he feels around the crown of his cock. 

Jeno groaned at the sight. Your throat tightly swallows his length as he feeds you his fat cock. The thick layer of drool and precum coating his large cock as he penetrates your throat.  The bulges that are created as he picks up the pace and penetrates deeper. His cock slapping your face as he thrusts mercilessly against your relaxed mouth. Groaning around Jeno, you adjust your position, making the bulges on your throat more visible. 

You can't deny the pleasure coiling in your stomach as well. The drowning pleasure of feeling Jeno's cock attacking your throat made your dick spring up against the confines of your underwear. You felt your dick twitch and leak a massive amount of precum, wetting a spot on your underwear in the process. But that didn't matter, as long as Jeno had his pleasure in you.

"No gag reflex, kitty?" He smirks. "Taking daddy's cock well like a champ?" He proudly chuckles while speeding his thrusts. "Then you can handle this as well." With his heavy palm, he unexpectedly squeezed around your throat, now being a constricted sleeve for Jeno to plow into. He groaned heavily, the pleasure around his cock increasing by a tenfold. The sweet pleasure of your tightened throat around his throbbing length made him throw his head back. 

"Mmmhh~," you hum, adding vibrations around his cock and further arousing his sensitive, pleasured tip. This alone made Jeno stutter with his unforgiving thrusts as he felt the familiar twitch in his cock signalling his climax. "Look at your tiny mouth being stretched by my fat cock," he grunts, spitting on your face after. "So beautiful yet filthy," he moans, "you slutty bitch."

You moan and hum loudly against his cock as you feel his thrusts becoming inconsistent in speed and strength. More moans escape Jeno's mouth and he babbles incoherent curses as he finds pleasure in ramming into your heated caver . "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you and I don't want you to waste a single fucking drop!" He growls, gritting his teeth as he finally busts his load inside your warm throat. Loudly, he screams your name upon feeling your lips tightly hollowing around his cock, releasing more cum, flooding your throat. 

Jeno immediately pulled out and laid on the floor as he recovers from the strongest orgasm he had yet. For a minute or two, the heaving and evening of his breath (as well as yours) is heard across the room. 

"Baby," he spoke up, immediately sitting up with his senses alert to check on you. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, his eyes that are showing concern scan your teary and sweaty face. His hand cups your face as his other hand softly strokes your back in hopes to soothe you. 

"I-I'm good." You cracked, voice hoarse from the beastful facefucking. "My throat hurts a bit but it's fine." You smile reassuringly at Jeno, to which he returns it with his signature eye smile. "My only concern is, why just now? You should've shown this side of you earlier! Where were you hiding this, daddy?!" You furiously rasped in one breath, putting a heavy blush on Jeno's face as he adores how cute and well you look in front of him.

"I can't be like this always, my prince," he pouts before lying beside you on the couch and cuddling you close to his body. "I want to praise and adore you more than being a rough daddy to you," he babbles in a whiny tone before sniffing your hair. 

"But you were so hot and sexy a while ago, daddy. I should definitely be brattier next time." You giggle to which Jeno responds with a cute pout, making you wonder if the beast that beastfully rammed your throat a while ago is the soft puppy cuddling you warmly. Cute daddy. You smile brightly as you snuggle closer to Jeno, who landed a soft kiss on your forehead in return. As you scooted closer to him, his eyes took notice of the wet spot in your pants. 

"Babe, what is this?" He asks before pulling your pants and underwear low on your thighs, revealing a wet cock, slick from cum. "You came from a while ago without me touching you?" Jeno asks with wide eyes, amazed at the untouched wet dick. You only giggle in response before twitching your cock, as if inviting Jeno to taste your cum. 

As if on cue, Jeno kneeled in front of the couch and took your cock whole in one go, sucking eagerly with his lips hollowed as he slurps all the cum on your shaft and milks you for more. He pulls out and lands kisses on your dick and licks all the remaining cum scattered in your pubic area. 

"You are something else, baby," he says softly while cupping your face and landing a peck on your nose before looking at you adoringly. "But now, will you be a good boy for daddy?" He asks genuinely, his eyes sparkling bright as you smile innocently back at him. 

The warm smile on your face slowly forms into a familiar cocky smirk as you look at Jeno with playfulness in your eyes. 

"Beg."

Sore (Bucky Barnes x f!reader)

(I know the gif is from Monday, but it's as good as it's gonna get)

Summary: Bucky takes care of your aching body, but while he’s at it, he might as well take care of the other ache that needs his attention.

Warmings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. (minors dni), possibly unprotected sex (not directly stated), fingering, piv,

Rating: Explicit

Words: ~1.5K

“Buckyyyy” you wine from your sprawled out position on the bed.

“Yes love.” He answers from the bathroom, finishing his night routine.

“It huuuurts.” You call out again, this time making your voice more soft with your complaint, enough to draw him in.

“What hurts?” He asks, and you hear the source of his tenor much closer than it was before. Suddenly you feel his heat radiate, and you open your eyes to see his form hovering over yours. A gasp escapes your lips, but he continues, “Tell me where, exactly.”

“Everywhere,” you respond breathlessly. Slowly he peels off your t-shirt exposing your bare chest. For a moment you almost groan at the idea, feeling less than physically capable.

Instead, his strong hands grip your body, as he kneels over your hips, and flips you onto your belly before you can even process the chain of events.

He leans over you and whispers directly into your ear, “Where, love?”

You mumble something incoherent as he starts pressing his fingers into your shoulder blades. His thumbs dig deep into the crevices of each muscle, finding the tight knots and loosening them with what you know must be little effort for him. As he outlines the dip of your spine with the palms of each hand, your entire body can’t help but shiver. One hand a bekon of heat, the other teases your senses with pure ice.

At the bottom of your spine, he kneads the palms of his hands into your ass. He works one hand over the flesh, starting dangerously close to the centre, and working his way out, pulling at the muscles. Then with his left, he grazes the area more gently, bringing cool relief to the inflamed area.

He then grabs the back of each of your arms and digs his thumbs between bicep and tricep muscles, making small circular motions that remind you of something-

A groan escapes your lips when he hits a spot in your neck so wonderfully painful. The mix of release and tension so overwhelming it forces the sounds from your throat without your permission. As he pulls on your muscles there, you notice a subtle relief taking over where a throbbing pain used to settle.

“Breath for me baby,” he whispers again. You heed his advice, taking a large, slow inhale and feeling the oxygenated blood reach your swollen muscles, trying to relieve the pain. As you are in the middle of your exhale, however, Bucky takes advantage and presses down once, strong and rapidly, right in the middle of your spine. Release cascades through each vertebrae, and this time you welcome the full moan that follows.

“Jesus, Buck. You are magic.” you whimper from your vulnerable state, feeling fully flattened and steamrolled.

“You don’t know the half of it sweetheart,” his deep voice returning in full force with that sentence, as he flips you back around.

Now with his eyes examining your worked over body, a rush of heat and adrenaline courses through you. You find yourself in a very different mood altogether.

Your cheeks redden as he stares you down, and you smile mischievously, as your fingers make their way to the hem of either his shirt or his pants - whichever you can get to first. When he notices the movement though, he pins your hands to the bed. “Not yet, darling. I need a good look at you. I missed you today.”

“One day at work makes you miss me this much?” You wonder aloud.

“Absolutely.” He dives down to meet your lips with his, and without hesitation you grant him access to your mouth. His tongue makes its way to your own, first with a lick to your upper lip, and a nip to your lower. His hands grab your breasts and he continues to massage them with his thumbs. You hiss at the contrast again, your right nipple perking instinctively at the freezing touch.

With his hands distracted, you reach back down to your original goal. You grab at the waist of his pants and try desperately to pull down, only getting enough fabric to reveal the v-shape muscle and trail of gorgeous brown hair, teasing you towards your true intent.

“Bucky, please.” you wine into his mouth, his right hand making its way into your hair, bracing the back of your neck to keep you locked onto his mouth.

“Slowly, darling. You're hurt, aren’t you?” he teases with a smile, and you groan at his taunting ridicule. You instantly knew the mood he was in, as he had often treated you just like this. He would continue to control every move, push you to your breaking point, and only then - when you were begging for relief - would give you what you desired.

His movements were deliberate. His left hand slid down your body, gliding over your hip and around your ass. He craved more of you in his grip and continued his kneading as you snaked your own arms around his waist, pulling him close in search of contact. In search of friction. Before you could achieve closeness yourself, he slid his hand below your knee and pulled your right leg over his shoulder and replaced his left hand over your clit. With just one layer of fabric between you, the cold was bearable. But soon, his fingers searched deeper, pushing aside your underwear and instantly finding the smooth skin with his thumb. You whined out at the contact. Writhing against his body as you processed his touch. Your nerves felt on fire, but your skin was ice.

After circling the area and letting you adjust to his hand, he slipped a finger into your cunt, earning him another muffled moan, this time verging on a coherent word - but not quite.

Your hips thrusted against his hand, begging for deeper contact than his finger was allowing for. He grew irritated at fighting against the fabric of your underwear and effortlessly ripped them off your body.

“You owe me. Again” you pant between laboured breaths.

“Add it to my tab, love.”

But Bucky was not done with you. Another finger found its way into you, and he curled them up repetitively - over and over - right in a spot that would have had you cursing his name if your mouth had been able to form the words.

You felt your orgasm rising quickly. The blood rushing in from your extremities, leaving them numb and almost cold, as your core heated up rapidly. Your mouth fell open and your breath began to stutter. But just before your walls could squeeze around his hand, he was gone.

“Hey!” You pouted as you snapped your eyes open, staring at him in ridicule.

“Slowly.” He reminded you in a dark, haunting voice.

“If every single muscle in my body wasn’t in a ridiculous amount of pain, I would so kick your ass, Barnes.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

But before you can respond, you are met with an achingly satisfying pressure right up against your clit, rendering you speechless again. Bucky slowly rocks his hips back and forth, soaking the length of his cock in your slick. Your body responds to his movements, and you jerk your hips up to his, seeking more contact, more of him. With each of your thrusts you feel his tip press just past your entrance, teasing you mercilessly, but still bringing you a steady sense of pleasure.

But just when you find a steady rhythm, he snaps forward, plunging into you with sheer force making you finally cry out his name.

Your position is heavenly. With your leg over his shoulder, he leans forward, stretching you to your limit and allowing him to reach a point so deep and aching that you lose all sense of rationality.

The words on your lips drive him crazy as he continues his bruising pace. Over and over you writhe as the pain and pleasure overwhelm you. Your body cries for more as you meet every thrust with your own, desperate for every inch of him. It brings him to the edge, hearing you pant and moan and ache for him. Every breath brings a new, wild sound, and it takes every ounce of restraint to hold back his own groans so he can indulge in every one of your own.

He sees how close you are to your own release. Your body begins to shake as pleasure washes over you. Your whimpers of pleasure turn into breathless pants as your body weakens. Your hips slow, but Bucky continues to grind into you relentlessly as you ride out your orgasm. Then it all happens at once. Your walls finally clamp, and spasm uncontrollably as your pussy tightens around his cock, gripping him in you and sending him directly into his own high. As you cum together, he releases your leg, and your mouths find one another again. Your body is in dire need of oxygen, but instead you supply it with more of him. His tongue begs for yours, and he enters your mouth, now occupying more space inside you.

Your hands lace behind his neck as you ache to pull him closer, and his hand grips your ass again pulling himself into you more as he slows his pace to an almost complete halt. Even when you’ve both come down from your climax, he remains over you, unwilling to leave your body just yet.

After what feels like eternity, he reluctantly leaves you, making you feel a devastating emptiness that you already desire to fill again.

The two of you lie in silence beside each other, trying to regain your breath and steady your heartbeats.

“What happened to slowly,” you question between exasperated breaths, a slight laughter escaping you once you find some air.

“Serves me right. Now I’m gonna be sore.”

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Returnal may be the best game I’ll probably end up leaving unfinished

But wait, I hear my imaginary audience ask - if a game is that good, how and why would I possibly leave it unfinished? And indeed, when I leave a game unfinished, it’s usually because I don’t have much good to say about it, and no longer deem it worthy of my time. I left Assassin’s Creed Valhalla unfinished after 30 hours in it, for example, because it just kept dragging on and on and on and I just got incredibly bored. That’s not the case with Returnal at all. 

In what has been for me a relatively lull year in games (with nothing having reached my personal standard for being a GOTY contender yet), Returnal has been the most compelling and fascinating title I’ve played. It is just utterly stellar. I love how intriguing the sci-fi psychological horror/thriller setting is, and while sparse, the little narrative there is compels me to want to find out more about Atropos and Selene. The third-person shooter combat is visceral and fluid, and is a mad rush of pure adrenaline and exhilaration that is complemented by an overwhelming smorgasbord of eye-melting visual effects. Audio design can only be described as majestic, with thunderous combat soundtracks that catalyze the already sky-high intensity of the game’s combat, and the deafening roar of enemy cries truly tear right into you, making you feel as if you were truly confronted by terrifying alien monstrosities. Level design and art design are similarly masterful, creating an alien world that genuinely feels alive and horrifying. And have I mentioned how indescribably good the dualsense implementation is? You can feel the pitter-patter of raindrops; you can feel the kinetic rush of dashing; you can feel the recoil of gunfire. If Astro’s Playroom was a technical demonstration of what the dualsense could be capable of, Returnal is an applied demonstration of how the dualsense can truly elevate gaming experiences. Every aspect of this game comes together and just oozes an unprecedented level of quality in the level of immersion it achieves - it bombards you with near-endless bursts of visual, auditory, as well as sensory feedback, and in so doing creates a truly next-gen gaming experience that feels extremely immersive. Short of VR experiences, I daresay no other game has ever come close to such an immaculate level of immersion, so much so that can say unironically that the game actually makes me feel like I’m stranded on an alien world.

Again I hear my imaginary audience ask - this makes no damn sense, if Returnal is as magnificent as I claim it to be, why would I leave it unfinished?

And to that, my answer is this: Returnal is simply far too punishing and inaccessible. For a working adult who—I’m ashamed to say, despite my immense love of games—isn’t especially skilled at gaming and who has relatively limited time and energy for gaming, Returnal simply demands far too much. It’s utterly soul-crushing. To begin with, I am not a fan of the repetitiveness of roguelikes, and even a roguelike as polished and well-designed as Hades did not especially impress me, as I mentioned in my earlier review of it. Yet Hades’ roguelike is, ironically enough, heavenly compared to the genuine hellishness of Returnal’s roguelike, where permanent upgrades are extremely scarce to the point of being nearly non-existent. Virtually everything resets with each death. Your weapons: gone, reduced to ashes. Your suit upgrades, health upgrades, all gone. And that may have been fine were the game itself not nail-bitingly hard—it’s not uncommon at all to have to spend an hour or even more on preparation, only for one small mistake to be severely punished before you even manage to reach the boss, and to have to restart from zero all over again. Furthermore, as is standard of the roguelike genre, there is a fair bit of randomness—and so how successful each run is may in part be determined by whether you luck out on obtaining the desired suit upgrades or your desired weapon. This randomness further compounds the amount of time that needs to be spent on preparing, failing, being unlucky, and trying all over again. That may have been fine once in a while, but repeat this cycle enough times, and Returnal becomes a miserable punishment. It’s utterly soul-crushing to have to waste hours on preparation, only to fail and have all the preparation completely reduced to nothing. And this isn’t even accounting for how gruellingly tough the boss fights can be. Returnal makes you squander hours upon hours—it severely punishes failure, to the point where its rewards, majestic though they are, become overshadowed by its punishment.

Yes, yes, I can already hear a portion of my imaginary audience chanting. ‘GIT GUD’, they say, and I don’t deny at all that I am not good at Returnal. But I am certain that there are other gamers, who like me, do not play games to be punished, challenged, and pushed to our limits—we play games for entertainment, for relaxation, and for escapism from the stresses and difficulties of the real world, something that may be especially important in the broken, pandemic-stricken world we live in currently. Returnal is the utter opposite of relaxation, and if a (mostly) healthy, able-bodied person like me finds it inaccessible, I imagine it to be even more so for a huge proportion of others out there. To be fair, I hesitate to call any of this a ‘flaw’ on the part of Returnal, and I do understand the sentiments of the ‘git gud’ crowd—there’s a strong charm to Returnal’s unflinching adherence to its vision, and its insistence on having an identity of relentlessness and challenge is in its own way very respectable and charismatic. I also do understand the immense elation and satisfaction of surmounting a seemingly-impossible challenge—beating the bosses of the first and second biomes of Returnal filled me with a raw euphoria no game has given me in ages. In part, having no recourse towards an easier way out is part of this charm. Knowing that one cannot simply choose an easier option, for there is none, truly does magnify the immense satisfaction of conquering a challenge.

With all that being said, I cannot help but think that sacrificing a small part of that charisma and charm in the noble pursuit of accessibility is a worthy cost. This need not even involve sacrificing the roguelike genre in favour of a more generic third-person action-adventure style of gameplay—although admittedly, given my general disdain for roguelikes, this would probably have been a better fit for me. I do have to say that the roguelike genre is perfect for Returnal. Its central narrative theme of being stranded on an alien planet where the main character returns by death—wait, wrong series—provides perfect ludonarrative harmony when melded with the roguelike genre, and this harmonious complementation between game-play and narrative is truly brilliant. Even maintaining its roguelike genre, I sincerely believe that Returnal could have been made to be substantially more accessible and less punishing, and to shift the mechanics away from randomness and towards granting more player control. Having difficulty options provide a convenient way to accomplish this, but I do believe the roguelike itself could also learn a number of lessons from Hades. For example, even maintaining its present difficulty levels, a larger number of permanent upgrades would go an incredibly long way in making Returnal’s roguelike far more meaningful and palatable. More forms of permanent suit or health upgrades, as well as more permanent weapons—being stuck with only a pistol at the start of every run is extremely unwelcome—would be immensely appreciable as well. Implementing these changes would indeed compromise some of Returnal’s unflinching and unrelenting vision. But would it not be a worthy trade-off if a greater number of people can experience the utter majesty of what Housemarque has accomplished here in terms of audio design, game design, art design, and narrative?

I truly am impressed by Returnal, and when awards season comes by at the end of the year, I think it unquestionably deserves every accolade it will almost surely obtain, be it in audio, narrative, or gameplay. It is the best game I’ve played this entire year so far, and even as I type this, I feel a rush of sheer awe at just how unbelievably excellent Returnal is. Unfortunately, my affections for Returnal feel unrequited. My circumstances and my relative incompetence as a gamer make it near-impossible for me to ever experience in full all that Returnal has to offer, despite my great desire to be able to. So, it seems, despite my deep affections for Returnal, I may never finish it, and I will think back to this years later with deep regret, wishing that I were in more suitable circumstances, wishing that I were a better gamer, and wishing that Returnal could have been more accessible. Alas, these wishes were not to be.

Chariot ~ Wheel of Change Tarot

  A Simple Stone Circle Mirrors Cosmic Wheels Within Wheels Traditionally, the Chariot is a card of control and victory, associated with the planet of aggression and war, Mars.22 It symbolizes the mastery of our bodies and our environment and mental control over the natural world. The Tarot Chariot has represented a need to prove oneself in the arena of human relationship as the master of one’s feelings yet independent from them. It is traditionally the symbol of self-control and mental power gathered in a relentless pursuit of goals. As the card of victory and conquest, the Chariot is often seen as an ego-centered card that says “My victory is dependent on your loss,” or, at the least, “I needn’t worry about your situation while I work toward my goals.” In The Wheel of Change Tarot this card has been liberated from the idea of ego power and control in order to acknowledge that true and ultimate victory is the power that comes from within, and that allows people to discover their own inner strength, so that everyone may be a winner. This relationship is particularly important when we think about the ultimate effects of mastery over the earth and the environment. Human victory over the earth ultimately proves to be our profound loss. Here, understanding the Chariot begins with a reflection on the larger patterns of time, the ultimate arena in which we may actively move toward our goals. As we travel around our sun and it travels around our galaxy in an endless pattern of repetition we use our will to pursue our needs. We measure our earthly time by means of the natural cycle of the sun and moon. Their paths trace the wheels of the galactic chariot, which move together in an intricate pattern that drives the chariot of time into the future. Time is the great changer in our lives; we see the transformation of our own bodies and the realization or failure of our goals through its passage. When we measure time we are, in a sense, mapping out a sequence of expected changes. We expect the sun to rise tomorrow, we expect to grow older, we expect the seasons to change in their prescribed order, and we expect the fulfillment of our ambitions. This Chariot speaks to us about the supremacy of the underlying cycles in the universe. Every planet has a cyclical relationship to the star it revolves around, and each star maintains a relationship to the center of the galaxy. These are the multiple wheels of the galactic chariot. On planets in other star systems the seasonal changes may progress differently than on ours, but the nature of the cycle is still analogous to ours, and this cycle will inevitably measure the passage of time in that world. These changes define the nature of the time-space in which we may act and achieve in life; like the shifting seasons, we move with purpose toward our goals. Our division of the year into twelve months is shown in the image as the spokes of the solar wheel and also in the wheel of ancient standing stones. The measuring markers of the year—our months, weeks, and days—also help determine the patterns of our lives and the cyclical nature of our internal drive to accomplish our goals. For each of us traveling on the chariot of the earth, the patterns of the seasons and weeks create these changes. Again, like the myriad of stars, the changes are different, depending on the pattern of the individual life. Your life is affected by the seasonal changes of the region in which you live, by the pattern of your job, and by the patterns of others with whom you interact. These changes define the pattern of your life and the passage of time for you; they form the chariot wheels of your own life. Like the earth and sun, were volve and rotate through our lives; each of us is bound to others, and the relationships we create are like the relationships between planets and stars. The particular relevance of the Chariot is the analogy between the larger heavenly cycles and the smaller wheels we each create as we orbit through our lives and interact with the people around us in the pursuit of our goals. Each of us is creating a pattern of our own making that is in relation to the wheels of others, just as the different stars in the Chariot create their own patterns in relation to the common center. Together, we create the Chariot that moves our civilization forward. As we grow from childhood we learn from our personal interactions that we cannot always be at the center but that we move with relation to a common center. Our own goals must be balanced with the pursuits of others; together we work toward a common victory. In this way we truly master our feelings and ego needs so that we may more happily live in community with others; we learn that the best victory is the one in which everybody wins. This relationship is represented in the Chariot by the varied cyclic patterns of stars, which show the diversity of individual lives and the ability to see the importance of another’s unique pattern against the backdrop of the world. Thus, we learn to respect our differences and to learn from others through relationship, pursuing goals that elevate the condition of all. Δ When this card is drawn in a reading, you are reminded of the underlying patterns of your life and how these patterns will affect the pursuit of goals. Pay attention to the unfolding rhythms of your body: your heartbeat, breath, and menstrual cycle (if you have one) and also the rhythms of your emotional, intellectual, and spiritual life. See how these wheels interact and line up together; you will find it easier to achieve your goals when the wheels of your own chariot of the body are in alignment. You are also asked to remember that you are in constant relation to others, and your fortunes are tied together with theirs. When your needs work at cross purposes, and victory requires loss for another, it is up to you and the other person to find a way to create a more positive common victory. The Chariot encourages you to examine carefully what your achievements require of others or of the world and planet. For example, in a big corporation a CEO may make millions a year by “downsizing” the company; he fails to examine what his personal achievement is costing the community and the world. The Chariot is a card of fortune in relationship. Its appearance generally suggests that you are attaining your goals through discipline and active participation but that you may need to examine more carefully the effect of your power on others. Or perhaps you have made achievements that were in the common good and you are experiencing a collective victory. The Chariot card impels us to discover the power within ourselves, not by steamrolling those around us but by using our vital energy toward solutions that are inclusive, productive, and sustainable. These solutions drive the chariot of time to a more beautiful world where respect, love, and the natural rhythms of life help us find equitable resolutions of human problems. Remember that we are all a part of the fabric of time Alexandra Genetti. The Wheel of Change Tarot.  

Fantasy

Fandom: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!mc (Charlotte West)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is my first published work wish me luck! Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Summary: Ethan gets caught up in a steamy situation with his sexier than ever protégée who continues to run through this mind.

Warnings: Foreplay, Mild Language, NSFW!

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As she slowly dragged her impeccably manicured ivory polished nails up the expanse of his mildly hairy broad chest Ethan found it quite hard to control his breathing and remain impassive to the bewitching woman before him. One thing about him was that he was not intimidated by anyone, and certainly not a first year resident for that matter but the divine woman had the ability to turn a highly intellegant diagnostician like himself to a puddle of mush.

For if she told him to jump he’d dutifully ask how high in attempts to please her. Her luminous golden brown eyes shone as bright as the afternoon sun through a glass of whiskey as they bore into his never ending sea blue ones challenging him. Almost daring him to stop her.

But that was the fun of it. He couldn’t no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t. For how many times he unsuccessfully attempted to remind himself that a relationship between them was highly inappropriate and would be detrimental to her development as a doctor. As if she could hear his repetitive mindless thoughts, she rolled her eyes so hard she could’ve sworn she saw the back of her damn brain.

But instead of starting another asinine argument which would draw them to the same conclusion of him once again pushing her away and ultimately hurting them both she pushed him onto the couch behind them and she stood her grond in front of him and dropped to her knees. And without word began to run her hands over the front of his slacks which by the minute became increasingly uncomfortable as just the intense eye contact between the pair made him want to get on his knees and worship her body all night long.

“We seem to have quite the situation on our hands now don’t we Dr. Ramsey?” she remarked in a faux surprised voice as she ghosted her dainty fingers over his covered member. The combination of her heavenly touch and the use of his title rolling off her tongue in her paradisiacal french accent made him choke out a strangled groan. She moved herself upon the couch next to him leaning over his tall and domineering stature reduced to a dazed mess of a man.

“Would you like me to take care of this for you? Hm, is it my hands you want all over you and making you feel pleasured?” she asked once again, always being one to derive more pleasure from her lovers verbal affirmations of her actions. Trying and failing to form a coherent sentence after her line of questioning once she immediately applied more pressure and began to gently stroke him through his slacks.

Unable to produce words he instead looked down at her hands as they worked their magic he had to put his hands over hers to halt her ministrations to prevent him from unraveling so soon as he much preferred to be inside her. “Rookie-” he tried to protest but was quickly brought to silence by a finger to his lips. “I want you silent,Dr. Ramsey. Wanna know why?” he wordlessly nodded completely transfixed by the melanated enchantress.

“Because I’m in charge, and you're gonna and obey. Understand?” he eagerly nodded and with the consent she craved she continued her ministrations with more pressure this time and delved between the crook of his neck eliciting a loud moan from the object of her desires.

“Good god Charlotte.” he rasped out in a haze of pleasure causing her smirk and nip at his throat and making her way down to his adams apple. The confirmation of his pleasure only increased her own as well as her name on his lips which she wouldn’t mind a taste of at the moment. And with that thought she wasted no time in detaching herself from him only to straddle him and strip her scrub top from her body revealing to him a sight that could bring a hundred men to their knees in submission full mounds that hypnotized him at their every sway to which he hurriedly took handfuls of.

She wasted no time in tugging him roughly by the back of his neck causing their lips colliding together in a mix of unrelenting longing and pent up lust that had been expressed through their longer than necessary glances and not so innocent accidental touches throughout their work days that left him a flushed mess and her a smirking bundle of arrogance. Releasing this pent of lust he began to palm her generous backside and dig his nails into her wide tantalizing hips hard enough to surely leave a mark. As she choked out a moan from the pleasure of him unofficially staking his claim.

Somehow the woman on top of him could do what no woman ever had the avail to do, and that was have complete and utter control over Ethan Ramsey. So infatuated with the woman she could break his heart a million times over and he’d still come back dutifully on his knees. As bad as it may be within the short span of a year Charlotte Adora West had the key to his heart and soul and virtually owned him. Her other hand leaving it’s firm grip on his throat ventured down between them and free him from the confining space of his underwear held him firmly in her grasp and next he did something that shocked the hell out of her and turned them both on by belief all at the same time.

He brought her fingers resting on his face into the warm enclosure of his mouth and expertly sucked his fingers with profound experience and she began her quest of bringing to his peak with skilled adept and in response he dipped his hand into her scrubs and began to skillfully rub her bud with his thumb and forefinger causing her moan and breathe harshly. Replacing her fingers with her mouth they became a mess of panting and moaning tangled tongues and limbs.

As she climaxed her voice rang out in the empty space bringing him to his peak of pleasure to let out a husky growl and her to speed up stroking before-

A loud resounding smack on his desk bringing him out of his scandalous daydream and back into the present expanse of the diagnostic teams office to be met with the inquisitive prodding amber eyes of the subject of all his desires. Dr. Charlotte West herself.

As she just so happened to glance down at the tightening of his slacks she laughed quietly to herself and muttered something he couldn’t understand in french and returned her gaze to his with a knocking smirk.

“What were you fantasizing about Dr. Ramsey?” she seductively inquired, never making the move to break eye contact. He sputtered clearly embarrassed as he was no more than a blushing mess at the moment. “Dr. W-west, what are you doing in here?” he fumbled trying to look anywhere but her beautiful face. “This is the team office, remember? And I needed you to sign this.” she said slyly, still smirking subtly as she handed him a patient chart. “Oh.” he said, snatching up the chart and hurriedly signing his messy signature. “Merci.” she remarked on her way out the door but not before turning back to not so subtly eye his obvious hard of which he tried unsuccessfully to hide.

“Next time you’ll have to call me to fix that, try not to daydream too much of me sir.” she said chuckling before adding, “This is a hospital, Dr. Ramsey” not forgetting to send a suggestive wink his way on her way out leaving her once again victorious at his misery.

The most rewarding in her opinion.

And a flustered Ethan Ramsey, a world famous diagnostician, was left a muddled mess in his chair admiring the view of Charlotte's curvy figure that her scrubs did little to nothing to hide as she effortlessly swayed her way out of his office.

Fin.

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Take Care of Them

Warnings: Hmm..? If you’re touchy on religion, I’d advise you to not continue reading. Also when God is mentioned, I try not to put the word God in case I offend someone so most of the time it’s Him or Father unless I think I’m being repetitive

Also I know in real life, Uriel is female but for the sake of the story and to stay with the fact that it’s an otome game, most of the characters MC meets will be male.

Takes place after Lesson 18 but before Lesson 19

Pairings: Obey me boys x MC/Reader

Idea: God talking to MC in a dream or such about the brothers

Part 1 / 2 

Chapter 3

They opened their eyes and knew immediately that they were back in Purgatory. They turned around to see God but he was accompanied by someone else, an angel. MC stared at the other being in fascination and awe, taking in their appearance. The other divine being stood at 5’7 and was slender with cream skin. He had piercing pale pink eyes and his long, thick, pale red hair was tied into a high ponytail which seemed to be flowing behind him. He was clad in an ivory shirt with long wide sleeves and a pair of leggings, a pair of slipper shoes on his feet and a light brown medium-length jacket was draped on his shoulders. Two-giant glass like wings in the form of an eagle’s wings hung low against his back almost like it was attached to the middle of his back rather than at his shoulder blades.

Just gazing at the angel gave the human a strange sense of love and warmth that seemed much too different than the aura that He was giving off. MC approached the two, God smiling and welcoming the gaping human, “Hello, my child. It’s good to see you again.”

They nodded blankly, still staring in awe at the angel before He introduced the angel, “Let me introduce to you one of the seven Heavenly virtues.”

“Hello, dove.” The angel bowed, taking hold of the human’s hand and placing a kiss against the back of it. The human flushed beautifully as the angel introduced himself, a smile on his handsome face, “I am Uriel, the youngest virtue. I am the Symbol of Chastity.”

The angel straightened up and MC stared up at the angel, “So your counterpart is Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?” The human stated, the statement almost sounding like a question.

Uriel smiled, nodding, “That’s right. Asmodeus was the Symbol of Chastity before I become the Symbol. Ever since the Celestial War and Asmodeus fell, I was appointed.”

The human looked at Him who was just staring at them expectantly. “Do you hate Asmo?” They turned to the angel, their voice quiet almost like they were afraid to offend the angel, “You know, for falling?”

“Hate?” Uriel asked, tilting his head to the side as he thought it over before he shook his head, his pale red hair whipping out behind him from the movement, “Oh. I don’t. I could never hate any of my fallen brothers. I just… I was close with him before he fell. I would even call us best friends.” His smile fell before he continued, his pale pink eyes seemingly staring into the human’s soul, “But he chose to stand by his brothers than to fight for the Celestial Realm. I had no choice but to fight against him. Every day I regret not doing more, I always think I should have done more to guide him back to the correct path but I guess my bond with him was not as strong as his bond with his siblings.”

MC looked thoughtful. Uriel asked, his large eagle-like wings fluttering slightly in curiosity, “How is he? Is he doing well?”

The human nodded before they spoke out enthusiastically. “Yeah. I think he’s enjoying himself. I could do without him being so narcissistic and being very flirtatious towards me but I guess that comes with being the Avatar of Lust.” They giggled to themselves like they were sharing an inside joke before they continued, “He’s still as beautiful as ever if what Simeon says is true. I can understand why he was once called the Jewel of the Heavens.”

Uriel smiled, sharing a fond look with his Father as the human continued with their rant. MC seemed to realize that they were ranting before flushing, embarrassed for getting too out of control, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get off topic.”

Uriel and God seemed to share a conversation with just their eyes before Uriel looked away from Him to look at the human, “I heard you made pacts with my fallen brothers.”

“Oh! I have. Except for Lucifer but that could be because of his pride. He wouldn’t allow some human to have power over him.” MC smiled before getting the shock of their life.

“How would you like to make a covenant with me?”

MC stared up at the angel who was just flashing them a polite smile. They seemed to finally process what was asked, snapping themselves out of their daze before exclaiming, “Wait. What?!”

Uriel chuckled at the look on the human’s face before MC muttered under their breath, their eyes glazing over in thought, “I thought only demons can make pacts with humans. I didn’t know that it was even a possibility that an angel could make pacts as well.”

He piped up which drew MC’s attention away from the angel and their thoughts to Him, “For angels, it is called covenants, not pacts. Angels can make covenants but it’s not something that happens usually, actually it’s very rare for angels to make covenants. For the one reason that you cannot summon an angel like you could do with demons. There isn’t some kind of incantation that allows humans, magical or non-magical, to summon angels. Covenants are much more powerful than pacts.” The human hummed in thought as He continued explaining, “Pacts and covenants are different as well. Pacts appear as tattoos on a human’s body and there is always some kind of give and take relationship between the two. In your pacts with my sons, you were promised protection that didn’t end with your soul being taken when you die. In exchange, you were to provide companionship to the demons you made pacts with. Another is that in pacts, you need magic to call the demons to your side.”

He gestured to the Symbol of Chastity who was watching the human’s expression carefully with his pale pink eyes, “Covenants, on the other hand, appear as rings. The covenant doesn’t have a give and take relationship so you don’t need to worry about needing to give anything to my angels in exchange for their service. You don’t need magic to call on them as well. You only need to kiss the ring of the angel you need to call and they will appear. On the rare occasion that you do get in danger, they can sense your soul’s distress and will come to your side. Ah, you can also call on their powers instead of calling on them but it takes a significant amount of energy to use their angelic abilities especially since you don’t have magic.”

“We can always make the ring appear as simple jewelry to not alert any demons of the covenants." He looked over to towering angel, "However, we cannot hide the rings from my angelic sons. So Simeon and Luke will know immediately that you have made a covenant with an angel."

MC looked thoughtful before nodding, turning their head to stare up at the towering angel, "I would like to make a covenant with you, Uriel."

The Symbol of Chastity allowed a smile to light up his handsome face before he reached into his wings. He plucked a single feather from the bottom of his wings and the human could only watch in fascination as he crushed the feather in his fist. Uriel opened his fist to show that the feather turned into a light green signet ring. He took MC's left hand and slipped the ring on their pinky finger, leaning down to press a kiss on the ring. They watched as the ring seemed to adjust itself to fit snug on their finger and they could feel the ring pulse with power. MC took a closer look and noticed the seal on the signet ring which looked suspiciously like handcuffs linked together. Uriel smiled as he traced the symbol, explaining as he stared into the human's eyes, “It's my symbol, the symbol of chastity. I have the power of mind control and control over fire. In addition to my angelic powers, each virtue has a weapon of choice. Mine is a bow and arrow. Because of our covenant, you can call both my angelic abilities and my weapon. You can call on my weapon without draining your energy but I have to advise you to not use my powers until you can expand your energy levels. I may not be the strongest virtue but my power still takes a lot of energy to use.”

The human nodded before asking, looking up at the angel in thought, “Does that mean that I have to practice chastity to keep your covenant?”

Uriel laughed before shaking his head, “No, you don’t have to but it would be advisable.” The angel gestured to the ring on their finger, “Please call on me if you ever need help or even just want company. I would like to get to know you more. I know you can’t call on my demonic brothers for help so I would feel at peace if you call me when you’re in danger.”

MC smiled, staring at the ring on their pinky finger before Uriel looked at his Father. He bowed to the other male before speaking, “I must get going my Lord. It was such a delight to meet the little human that has captured the interest of my fallen brothers. I shall see you soon, my dove.”

They flushed at the admission and He dismissed the angel. MC watched as the angel spread his already large wings and took off into the sky, waving down at them before he disappeared from their sight.

They looked down at their arm when they felt the icy sensation going down their back, only to stare as their hand started to flicker in and out of existence. He pulled the human into His arms, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of their head, “We weren’t able to talk much since I wanted you to get to know my angel better. I promise to tell you all about my fallen sons as soon as you wake up.”

“See you soon, my child.” Were all that the human remembered as they fell unconscious, the Divine Being’s comforting face being the last thing they saw. 

PART 4

15x18, hurting something awful but the story’s not over for Cas and Dean

Spoilers ahead. 

I feel for the fans who left in earlier seasons due to queerbaiting or fridging or other shit in years prior who are seeing their feeds confirm that is what happened in this week’s episode and it’s frustrating feeling like the reverse of the boy who cried wolf, so I want to write out my thoughts on it because I want to believe TPTB learned from past mistakes and are going in a different direction for the conclusion. Here’s why.  

1. The story itself. We get deliberate parallels to romantic couples in Charlie and Stevie, and Sam and Eileen. The losses are of people in love, mutually. Whatever stage of their relationship they’re at, from amazing scrambled eggs together or dates and photos of the other as the lock screen, the connection is that it’s a romantic relationship. Sam is devastated when he sees Eileen’s phone but he presses on then and there because it needs to be done, and to keep from losing it (see: Dean at the end of this ep). 

Bobo Berens is deliberate and subtle. He crafted Claire and Kaia’s Dreamhunter dynamic with such care that I’m taking a reasoned leap of faith for the remaining two episodes. I’m thinking of how he wrote Rowena in The Rupture, the dignity and self determination in her deciding on closing the rift with Sam’s help to fulfil the prophesy. The music, the slow turn, she is the captain of her soul, steering it by choice. Rowena isn’t forgotten after that. She’s mentioned in in all but one of the subsequent episodes and we learn she’s taken over in Hell, so this strongly implies it is not a final goodbye.

The writer who gave one character’s dignified sacrifice a way to carry on is the same one who depicted Cas’ sacrifice as fully freely chosen and on his terms as much as it can be, to be taken to a place Cas got out of before and that Jack can enter. There’s as big a doorway to lead Cas out potentially as there was out of Billie’s library - assuming they can trick or overpower or persuade The Empty once they get there. 

2. The Doylist logistics of creating the show as a story. Aside from the way we’ve seen how Castiel’s death leaves Dean looking hollow-eyed and unable to cope, we know there are two episodes left. See Dean here giving Cas a hunter’s funeral?

This is the face of a man who says “we’ve lost everything.” Chuck didn’t answer then and if he won’t now (hah, good luck with that!) Dean should be the one “to bring him back.” Because Cas staying gone is not a toes in the sand ending. There’s no peace when they are done if he stays gone. Sam is also devastated but Dean’s just hollowed out completely. 

The shattered gaze here? Been there, done that. We’ve seen callbacks and parallels aplenty but at no point has this show committed itself to pantomime or exact replication. They’ve had the ending where everyone they love is gone, too, which is why I think we’ll see everyone who Chuck poofed reinstated. There was too much care taken to clarify that he didn’t kill them. They’re just *waving vaguely* not here at the moment. So here’s to bringing back Charlie and Stevie, Bobby, Donna, Becky, and everyone else. The quiet sobs as he sits and ignores Sam’s call remind me of Dean’s barely controlled breathing as he begins preparations for the funeral and starts walking around Cas’ shrouded body laid to rest. It’s already happened. 

So, this repetition. Jensen played Dean as a grieving widower until he got Cas back (see above) and TPTB already indicated they’re not going for an ending befitting the first 5 seasons or GoT, so it makes no sense to leave things there as the end to Dean’s story. We already established that Chuck’s view of them and the ending he wants is the wrong one given how Becky reacts, so it has to be subverted from the names on tombstones doom and gloom. 

Likewise, leaving The Empty, Chuck/Amara, Jack, Sam and Dean as the only pieces left on the chess board reminds me of Sam and Dean cut off from everything as the Leviathans take over. Andrew Dabb’s been instrumental in helping Sam and Dean adjust their relationship, too, to one of brotherhood instead of parenting and codependency, so leaving just them left with all their friends and allies and loved ones gone is too great a loss. It would be a regression. It would mean Chuck gets his ending. 

Remember also how Chuck confirmed that Cas hasn’t followed orders since the very beginning of meeting Dean. That’s immense. It means everything he’s ever done was because he decided on it, not because it was a beat in Chuck’s story arcs. 

Here is the first time the shot shows Dean since Chuck starts ranting. He’s listening intently, body language like a cat with an arched back before a brawl, but he heard what Chuck just revealed. 

We’ve had layers already peeled back about angel and human relationships, most recently with Adam and before that with Isham. We’ve seen the Cas/Colette parallels, too. It’s all there. And with the enormous work Dean’s been doing on accepting himself more, of rebalancing his relationship with Sam to one of more even footing, he is doing the work on himself to be more open and able to express his emotions. Poor boy is still not great at it as a lifetime of running on coffee, questionable drugs, minimal sleep, and fear-soaked adrenaline within a hunter culture and the ever disapproving shadow of John Winchester doesn’t leave much room for processing. 

So back to 15x18. Dean hasn't even had time to consider the confirmation/revelation from 15x17 by Chuck that Cas was never operating under his control and what it means for the magnitude of Cas' actions, the very opposite of the centuries in the making soulmates that Mary and John Winchester were from heavenly machination. He's been angrily panicking all season up to now that nothing in his life is real, that choice is an illusion, that he's a rat trapped in a deadly maze all his life but Castiel is the undoing of that. What he told Dean earlier in the season when he was questioning what’s real, that they are, is amplified magnificently. Their connection is real. Castiel’s love for Dean is real. 

Let’s take a breath and see how they explore the nature of Destiel in Act Two. With any luck there’ll be robots, a trip to the moon, and a story about love and love. Dean getting to experience things, people differently or maybe for the first time, y’know? Otherwise there was no point setting up any of those parallels, the meeting with the hunter husbands, the car conversation with Sam about settling down with a hunter, someone who knows the life. Dean’s heard Cas say he loves them, and now him in particular. It’s not a satisfying story to leave it at that and we’ve seen it already. In 11x17 Michelle says “They said I could leave an hour ago. But where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.” I don’t think what we’re getting is a repeat of this so here’s hoping Dean gets how in love Cas is, gets Cas back, and chooses him, too. I want them to continue making it up as they go. Dean rescuing Cas as a parallel for Cas raising him from Hell is a far better story than Dean going on without him, wouldn’t you say? So I have hope.