chest blaze

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Imagine Sam Winchester scaring you.

“Sam, chill out!” you shouted, tugging him away from the body of the creature you’d been hunting. Sam had taken it upon himself to interrogate the thing and the relish he seemed to take with the task was pretty unnerving. He whirled on you, his face splattered with blood, eyes blazing and chest heaving.

“Get off of me!” he snapped and you took an involuntary step back, hand darting to your weapon.

“Sam, calm down,” you were struggling to keep your voice level. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest. “This isn’t you.”

Sam’s lip curled in disgust, “You don’t know me. You never did, and you never will.”

“Sam, step back,” you warned, fingers curling around the butt of your gun.

“And what if I don’t?” Sam sneered, towering over you menacingly.

You drew a breath to steady yourself and pulled your gun, “I’ll shoot you. I swear to God I will.”

Gif Credit: Sam

screaming

               SCREAMING

                                   SCREAMING

WHEN WILL THE LIGHTS GO OUT?

                    WHEN WILL OUR SOULS BE SHAKEN 

       AND OUR BODIES TAKEN

                                         THE GREED THAT’S SETTLED IN OUR STOMACHS

                  IS RIGHT OUTSIDE FOR ALL TO BARE

THE FIRE IN MY CHEST IS A BLAZE OF MILK AND HONEY BABY 

                                      COME AND TASTE BEFORE IT’S ALL OUT

OR THE MEN IN WHITE SEAL IT ALL AWAY

                                                       JUST FOR THEIR SELFISH GAIN

                                                                    I FEED

OFF CORPORATE GREED 

                                                  AND THE PAINT THAT STAINS 

THESE FOUR WALLS RED

                                            I CANNOT BE CONTAINED  

                                                                                    OR ABSTAINED

BUT YOU CAN TRY YOUR VERY BEST

i.
She comes to the queen of Sparta
in the guise of a spinning-woman.
Helen sees past the goddess’s false skin,
sees the white of her throat, the
quivering curve of her breasts.  

ii.
Aphrodite coaxes Helen into
Paris’s bed, the promises dripping
from her lips both honeyed and barbed.  
Even a goddess cannot win a woman 
without drawing blood.

iii.
Her body trembles in terror
to behold the heart-shaking divine.
Helen has not imagined the dagger
that turns sweetly inside her chest,
the fire that blazes in the pyre of her thighs.

iv.
Immortal eyes bask in the red of that
mortal mouth.  How Helen must sing
under Paris’s palms, how sweet it must
be to bite the flesh of the apple.

—  “oh immortal madness, why do you have this craving to seduce me?” (the iliad, fitzgerald trans.) | for windsilk
Heat of an Argument

I wasn’t going to post anything today but then decided to whip up some last minute office smut for the occasion. There is also some plot because apparently I suffer from this strange affliction where I’m unable to write just smut. Gonna have to fix that.

Nsfw.


The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor resonated through the now empty halls of Forbes, Mikaelson & Pierce and soon after, a very angry blond barged into Klaus’ office, shutting the door behind her.

“How dare you?!”

“I dare to do a lot of things, sweetheart, what is it this time?” Klaus asked lazily, slowly taking in her flushed cheeks, heaving chest and eyes blazing with hardly-contained fury.

She was magnificent.

Klaus had known Caroline Forbes for the bigger part of his adult life. They’d met in college, pre-law class and the sparks had flown from their very first meeting when she’d had the gall to chide him for sketching too loud during class. They had been enemies ever since, always pulling pranks on each other and trying to best the other during classes. It usually came out 50/50 in the end. 

Next was law school and their rivalry went on, with Caroline busy in student committees, editing Law School paper and interning wherever she could. Klaus couldn’t deny that he admired her, her determination and conviction that she could achieve anything she’d set her mind to.

She would. She was more than capable to do so.

Usually, she was mostly annoyed with him because he seemed to slip through classes and exams with no visible effort whatsoever, focusing mainly on frat house parties and easy lays. But there had always been that undertone of something more, the connection they both denied for the sake of their sanity. Moments where they caught themselves deep in conversation, lost in the tension simmering beneath the surface.

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