An Important Man

layingwastextohalloween: Read More Baal would love to deny that he jumped, but it would be...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:23:27 -0400

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Baal would love to deny that he jumped, but it would be lying. Blinking as he glanced down, the laugh was low. He’d underestimated the addiction, and as he orgasms from it, he can only watch the other, running his hand through the other’s hair, free hand lowering down to undo the front of other other’s pants and finally actually get him out of them. After all, that was two loads, and while he’d love to see how many he could take before he was begging to take them off, but they’d end up cooling soon.

He’d prefer him wet, sticky, and in the open where the air could play off of that sensitivity. ”You want out of those?” Lifting the other’s chin away from the blood, he smirked. ”How about we strip down, and I’ll let you have the knife, though clearly, the blood’ll have to wait until you’re ready to come again - it’s something different to earn, hm?”

If my new neighbor does not stop playing this ...noise...they call music

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:15:26 -0400

cursedlittletimebomb:

“Considering my entire existence is in opposition to ‘supposed to’s, I think it’s safe to say I’ve never been one to live by it either.”

“I think I’ve been kinda rude. The name’s Bandit, by the way.”

Well, I am the one talking about killing my neighbors, I suppose I’m the rude one here. Even if it’s not to you. And how is your existence a ‘not supposed to’, I have to admit, I can’t tell what you are, Bandit.

And I’m Baalberith, by the way. Whether you know of me or not.

If my new neighbor does not stop playing this ...noise...they call music

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 03:53:52 -0400

cursedlittletimebomb:

“I suppose that’s good enough reason. You’re still tempted to off ‘em either way-“

“Not supposed to, but I do. Safe to say you could tell without my saying anything about it.”

I’ve learned to not live by ‘supposed to’. In fact, I like to make up my own rules lately.

The Bad Vacation | Open, Mic

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:23:22 -0400

miczariel:

She laughed. Modesty in demons was a rare trait; it was hardly ever anything but feigned. Mic wasn’t modest, either. She liked to think that she had pulled off something fairly rare, all things considered. But here she was, in Purgatory. “No, I really don’t. As long as you don’t expect me to ever be impressed by that fact. No offense.”

“I’ve heard of people like them but I stay well away. They’re even worse than demons. Especially the ones who think we’re misunderstood,” she said. Those people were idiots, the ones who didn’t think demons were evil. If she could, she would personally go to each of them and murder them in an extraordinarily painful way.

“Do you think that’s a possibility?” Before he could answer, Mic was stretching out and getting to her feet. She had spent too long being idle and she didn’t like it. “I suppose we won’t find out if we stay here.”

“I think it’s pretty impressive,” Baal stated with a soft laugh, no offense in his voice, merely amused. ”Managing to hold on to it this long.” He seemed to consider her, before smirking a little as she spoke, laughing low.

“there are a lot of ‘misunderstood’ people in the world, Mic,” The sarcasm was evident, licking his lips. ”You know, the people sacrificing children to me, which admittedly I didn’t ask for, they were just doing what they had to, to appease me, especially the ones who thought it up, don’t you know.” He rolled his eyes a little. He’d never fully understood where the idea had come from, after all, he was typically the god of lust, he caused children, and without children, there was no humanity to rule-

Moving his jaw, he looked to the other as he stood. ”I never did ask, how did you end up here?”

Reality is merely an Illusion || tincanwithaplan AU

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:22:07 -0400

tincanwithaplan:

Glancing the other over, he smiled and shook his head, nodding in agreement to his description of Bianca. Oh yes, he knew that well, very well. Their fun little game that they had going on for so long (it hadn’t been years, but it sure felt like forever. It had only been a couple of months on top of that, even). A brother, though, that was new information, and Tony was going to have to treat it carefully to handle things how he wanted.

“Well I’m charming, rich enough to be a prince, I suppose I could fit the shoes. I even do the occasional daring rescue.” He smirked. “Tony Stark, nice to meet you, Benji. Sorry, she never really mentioned you. Although, I’ll be honest, neither one of us were ever really open about our private lives either.” He admitted.

It wasn’t like it had been a ‘no no’ topic, they just felt no need to. It worked with that mystery that they both were, seemingly, addicted to. She read him as well as he could read her at times where they didn’t need to know the other’s background. Their conversations had always been filled of other things, the banter, innuendos, and occasional interesting but mock debates they had had.

The fact that she had disappeared completely had thrown him off guard. How many parties had he gone to looking for her until he finally decided she had taken a different step in the game? He had worried that things had grown boring for her, even though he knew it hadn’t been true. And Benji had only confirmed that idea for him beautifully.

“Only when she’s forced to? Mind me asking what she has been doing lately, then? You see I have her shoe here that I’d love to return to her. See how she’s been doing, where she’s been. Seeing her just up and disappear like that just break my fragile heart. There’s no chance she’s actually around right now, is there?”

“How much of that charm is real?” Benji questioned, smiling at the other as he sat back down at the desk, leaning back a little. ”Tony Stark, right? The guy who runs around in the metal suit?” He couldn’t help the laugh, resting his ankle on top of his knee as he motioned towards the other. ”I don’t imagine you did much time discussing private lives, no.”

It was clear that either Benji had seen his sister arrive from her walk of shame, or she admitted it. Either way, the knowledge was clear in his expression as he watched the other carefully. ”She doesn’t exactly take no for an answer in those situations anyway, she’ll either get what she wants, or talk you into it- or distract you while she pushes you in to a chair, hm?”

Pushing the book away he seemed to think for a moment as he moved to stand again. ”Only when she’s forced to,” He confirmed, starting for the back room, but lingering within view as he poured himself some coffee. ”She doesn’t like to work much, but I’m sure you’ve seen that. At least, not here. She likes being in the public eye, getting attention.” Alright, so Baal was possibly smearing Bianca a bit, hoping to draw Tony off, but if he believed it, maybe they didn’t get each other as much as they thought. ”She’s been taking a break from parties, something about too many, or too many boring people.” He shrugged, sipping at the coffee and raising his eyebrows as he watched him over the cup.

It wasn’t intentional, but it’s something that Bianca was known to do at the other man in their odd little dates, reacting to everything, even when she was doing something else. Always aware, never letting herself daze off, even drinking her coffee. The only difference was the fact that it was Benji doing it.

“She’s upstairs,” He answered when he finally put the cup down. ”I could go get her for you, if you really want to see her again.”

layingwastextohalloween: Read More Fuck, and the boy is good at what he does. He’s not...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:08:40 -0400

layingwastextohalloween:

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Fuck, and the boy is good at what he does. He’s not sure who taught Sam to suck this well, but Baal isn’t complaining. Head falling back a little, he licked his lips, taking a few deep breaths to even himself out. Thankful he could keep himself a little separate from the body, or things would have ended much sooner.

Hand leaning Sam’s hair, he cupped the other’s jaw, smirking as he ran his thumb over the swollen lips. Reaching into his jeans pocket, it’s a small blade that he pulls out, deftly spinning it into place in his hand and leaning forward to kiss the other’s lips. It’s irresistable, he’s so damn tousled and sex worn, he can’t help the low chuckle.

It’s something that turns into a soft hiss of pain as he dragged the blade along his abdomen just over the hips, too damn curious to see what Sam Winchester would be like, any flips in personality a white eyed demons blood would cause.

If my new neighbor does not stop playing this ...noise...they call music

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 04:30:07 -0400

cursedlittletimebomb:

“I like to give a warning, like smashing the source if they’re being obnoxious.”

“When that fails, I generally find myself going to rip a hunk outta their neck…. But that’s just me.”

Well, new place, I could use some fear of me to stay away. You’re…a bizarre thing, aren’t you? Not supposed to exist.

4161215: Eliza Dushku

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 04:04:16 -0400

4161215:

Eliza Dushku

If my new neighbor does not stop playing this ...noise...they call music

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 03:58:34 -0400

I’m going to have to kill them in a slow agonizing fashion.

layingwastextohalloween: ead More There’s no love to share, not really, there’s a...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 03:53:14 -0400

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There’s no love to share, not really, there’s a general well being wish, and really, it shows in the fact that Baal is being kind to him. That he hasn’t pushed him back to take it. Licking his lips, watching the other do so well, unable to stop the moan the escapes him. It’s the old days, and yet not. Eyes opening at the other’s gag, he leans his hips back, hand leaving the other’s hair to look down at the other carefully.

Any question is lost when the other starts to make up for it, hand sliding to the other’s shoulder, and staying there, that squeeze from earlier returned. He isn’t Lucifer, but he isn’t going to relinquish that control, he isn’t going to be nice and fluffy, and his eyes are lighter, threatening to lose color when the words slip from his lips. ”You wanted blood earlier, you still want it?”

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 03:40:31 -0400

layingwastextohalloween: Read More Baal’s eyes are different, not white, just darker....

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 03:28:23 -0400

layingwastextohalloween:

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Baal’s eyes are different, not white, just darker. Baal is used to being in control, to being worshipped, feared, and as much as he taps into humanity for his general personality, he rarely has had sex with those humans who he seduces, leaving the body to the two humans left behind. There was to be no demon blood in the child.

But with Sam, it’s him, and the demon hasn’t actually had sex with a human in a long time. The energy the other gives off is powerful, amusing in it’s own way. He’s a fallen angel, he’s a god, he’s a demon. Hand tangling in the other’s hair, he lightly tugs on it, watching his actions carefully. ”Very good, Sam-” It’s murmured, fingers wrapping in his hair with a smirk. ”Going to show me just how good you are?”

layingwastextohalloween: Read More Watching the fumble, he smirks for a moment, waiting until...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:44:12 -0400

layingwastextohalloween:

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Watching the fumble, he smirks for a moment, waiting until he’s up to slip his own shirt off and looking down to the other. ”Only do as you wish, as you feel you would earn you a fuck,” His voice is low, hand sliding down to glide down to his jaw, a soft breathy sound at the other’s sucking at his cock, leaning forward a little into the other’s mouth -

only to stop him and lift his jaw, his voice clear. ”You will suck until I tell you to stop, until I decide to reward you,” Of course, his eyes were watching for the other’s eagerness, if he truly wanted this chance, keeping his chin up with a stern grip. ”Unless you want to show me exactly what you want with the best you can manage?” It was a way out if he chose it.

layingwastextohalloween: Read More Feel. That’s the word that makes Baal raise his...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 01:36:37 -0400

layingwastextohalloween:

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Feel. That’s the word that makes Baal raise his eyebrows, aware of the scrambling hands pulling at his clothes, his begging that’s getting desperate as he’s ever heard it. ”How about you get creative and prove you deserve it?” He’s getting darker than he ever intended, but it’s pulling on his nature, the angel that fell, the second to Lucifer, the one who became a God to more than one civilization. The one that aches to rule.

His hands loosening on his legs, freeing up Sam’s movements, he smirks, lips brushing against Sam’s. ”Show me that you have earned the right to be filled up.”

layingwastextohalloween: Read More The smirk widened as he leaned over, voice low and gruff as...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 01:26:13 -0400

layingwastextohalloween:

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The smirk widened as he leaned over, voice low and gruff as his lips brushed against his ear. ”You want to be fucked, huh? You want to spread your legs for me, make nice little noises to make the neighbors concerned?” His hands were already running over his skin, messing with the hem of his shirt. God, it was fun to make him desperate, though he could only push it so long. ”Need to be filled up, Sam?”

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Sun, 16 Jun 2013 01:16:33 -0400

ooc: I see you new followers creeping in.

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:33:45 -0400

bonnietohisclyde:

If you need anything: a reply, a starter, to plot with me, just poke me. I’m currently scatterbrained tonight, so you’ll have to excuse my off and on appearances. XD

[This applies here too. Though here I am playing my Iron Librarian. If you want to play with Baal otherwise, he has two other bodies as is on the blog :D

On another note: ihateyoupeopleusingSpikegifsbecauseit’smakingmewanttowatchBuffyforSpike

(I don’t really hate you. xD JustgimmeSpikeepisodesdamnitXD)]

Reality is merely an Illusion || tincanwithaplan AU

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:22:56 -0400

tincanwithaplan:

“I’m looking for Cinderella, actually.” The man at the end of the shelves called. The heel hung loosely on his finger as it swung back and forth slightly while he took in the bookshop, absently pressing the button for the bluetooth that was fit snugly in his ear, as always.

“This is the place, Jar?” He double checked, because it was almost too cliched. Beautiful princess by night, shopkeep by day. If he caught her sweeping floors, there was no way she was ever going to live that down. “Certainly, sir. To quote yourself: I do not make mistakes.” The familiar voice hummed into his ear, reassuring Tony.

The billionaire snickered and started to meander his way down the shelves, occasionally snaking through one just to look at the books curiously. Who knew that that place had even existed? And that it would be so big on the inside? Crammed full of books, not the dusty, tomb kind but actual used books. Well there might have been a few new ones or new looking ones scattered here or there, but that wasn’t really Tony’s attention.

No, his attention was on the woman that had been driving him mad since her disappearance and the shoe that had been left behind. Sure, clothes were always left behind, but it had been done on purpose, because not once had Bianca ever left a single scrap of clothing behind. So, he took the challenge. No, he didn’t match it up to every woman in the city… but he had done his own searching.

Luckily, his super computer had been able to do more than enough calculations, and considering that he had done his best to follow her since that first night, through various cameras, estimates upon her route and the like, he had eventually ended up there, in a bookshop.

“It’s funny, actually.” He continued, hoping he was closer to the bookkeeper by that point. “She, literally, left her shoe behind. Cute, actually, I’ll admit it. I normally wouldn’t put so much effort forward into trying to find her, but, let’s call her special. As is Cinderella, after all, hence why this works so well. Took a bit, not so much effort on my part, really, but she nearly slipped a few times.”

He chuckled, looking down at the shoe. He came around that last corner and looked up, giving a pleased sound when he saw the keeper. “There you are. Right, I’ll cut to the chase you don’t want to hear my life story. Bianca Province. Do you mind telling me when she works?”

Cinderella. And that voice. That damn voice. Eyes widened as for a moment Baal was caught off guard, closing the book with a solid thump. Tony Stark had managed to put everything together, and she? No, not Bianca right now, Benji. Benji. Baal had to remind himself of that several times. He didn’t know Benjamin, he could say Bianca wasn’t here, he could shoo the other out, but that cocky bastard would stay and insist, and he would think he wasn’t wrong.

Which unfortunately, he wasn’t.

Leaving the shoe had been stupid. Keeping talking to the other at the parties had been stupid, but Baal hadn’t been able to resist, and now here he was, and Baal could only sit there, because despite himself- he was smiling. The closer he heard the other get, the urge to run both grew and diminished, and the urge to play the game still only increased.

He had no way of knowing Bianca was really Baal, and Baal was a puppeteer of almost odd levels. Licking his lips, he stared ahead of himself as he debated how to handle this. Usually he was one step ahead, but he’ underestimated either Tony’s intelligence, or Tony’s draw to this mystery that she’d been building.

“If she’s Cinderella, does that make you Prince Charming?” The question was with a short laugh as Benji sat up straighter, pushing the book away as he moved to stand. They were getting closer, sounding like they’d almost made the wrong turn once. ”Bianca’s slippery, leaves guys behind all the time, I guess she’s been doing it for one guy a lot, lately.”

Chuckling at the pleased sound, he smiled. ”First, I’ll tell you that if she’s Cinderella, then I’m the evil step brother, though, not really so step.” Offering his hand, he gave a light laugh. ”I’m Benjamin Province, you can call me Benji, if you want. As for her working here? Only when she’s forced to.”

awesomestlonereva: ‘No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no noYou...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:11:31 -0400

awesomestlonereva:

‘No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no no
You swoon, you sigh
Why deny it, uh oh
It’s too…cliché
I won’t say I’m in love’

There’s nothing I despise more than people trying to be...

Sat, 15 Jun 2013 20:18:32 -0400

There’s nothing I despise more than people trying to be something that they’re not.