#So then we just tried to see if I could fit it inside a temptation which is way too small

[takeiteasyjoan]

Dewormer pills successfully administered to both cats!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Yessss taste of temptation is one of the best Danny fics on this app !!!!! Just for the sake of ideas, could we get some over possessive daniel leading to an argument between him and reader?

Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {3}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, angst F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Daniel loved to watch his cock disappearing into your holes, any of them, all of them. He loved seeing how good you could take him, how your body would stretch to fit his thick length inside. He just wanted a reminder of that sight when he was away.

Your nails dug into Daniel’s knees as you bounced on his lap, riding him reverse cowgirl. The angle of the position blew your mind and stars danced across your vision as his cock rolled over that sweet spot that curled your toes. Daniel’s deep moan spurred you on and you palmed your breasts, pinching your pierced nipples until you were writhing with ecstasy on his lap.

“That’s it, kitten, come all over my cock,” he encouraged as he felt your walls clenching around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His hips bucked off the bed as you slammed down and the harsh slap of your bodies joining, reaching the deepest part of you, tipped him over the edge. Your chest was heaving as you came down from your high and small rolls of your hips kept the aftershocks coming as you felt Daniel’s cock pulsing with his release.

All too soon you were both completely spent and you climbed off him, the mess you both made running down your thighs and coating his dick that was still half hard. It was only as you turned to him, ready to crawl into his arms that you saw his phone in his hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a keepsake for when I’m away, kitten,” he said with a grin as he patted the space beside him. “You look so hot when you fuck me like that.”

“Delete it.” You tried to reach for the phone but he was already moving it away. “I’m serious, delete it, now, Daniel.”

“I’m not going to share it with anyone,” he assured you, and of that you had no doubt. “This pussy belongs to me, I’m the only one who gets to see it.”

“That’s not the point,” you argued, taking another shot at grabbing the phone as you heard your moans while it played. “It could get leaked!”

“You can’t even see your face, love, calm down.”

“Calm down?” you repeated as your pitch rose. “Calm down?”

“Kitty…” You were already climbing off the bed and pulling some clothes on before he could follow but when grabbed your handbag and keys he made for the door and planted himself in front of it.

“Where are you going? We can just talk about this,” he said as he tried to cup your face but you tore it from his hands.

“There’s nothing to talk about so get out of my way and let me ‘calm down’. I obviously can’t do that here.”

“It’s almost midnight, where are you going to go?”

The high you had felt minutes earlier crashed as defiance built and you crossed your arms. “Don’t talk to me like that, you’re not my father.”

“No, I’m your boyfriend, you belong to me and I deserve you know where my girlfriend is running off to in the middle of the night.”

“I’m not running anywhere, I’m just taking your advice and if you can’t accept that then maybe you shouldn’t be my boyfriend.” If you weren’t so angry you would have regretted the words instantly. It wasn’t unreasonable to ask him to delete the video.

For once Daniel had no comeback, no witty remark. He was shell shocked that you would take those claws and rake them down his chest, tearing his heart to shreds. He could only stand there frozen with the thought of losing you while you walked around him and out into the night.

The sound of the door locking snapped him from the stupor but in the silence that remained he could hear your moans coming from his phone. “Fuck!”

He raced back to the bedroom and deleted the sex tape before dialling your number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. “Baby, please call me when you get this,” he begged before hanging up and taking a heavy seat on the end of the messy bed.

The air was still thick with the scent of sex and the room warm from the nights activities, but what he normally enjoyed basking in was now suffocating. Daniel paced the room, opening the windows and balcony as his skin felt too tight. He knew he fucked up, he knew it the moment you slammed the door behind you. But he had to find you and tell you, if only you would answer your phone.

You weren’t sure Lando was going to answer or even at home when you knocked on his door for the third time. You were almost ready to give up and try Charles when you heard the deadbolt slide free and the door open an inch, a sleepy blue eye peeking through the crack.

You knew you looked terrible with puffy red eyes and hair that practically screamed you had been recently fucked and you could see the confirmation on Lando’s face when he opened the door to let you in.

“Can I stay here the night?”

He looked over your shoulder, probably expecting to see Daniel chasing after you but the street was dead quiet so he shut the door. “Everything alright?”

“No,” you admitted as your voice cracked. “I think we broke up.”

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[drconstellation]

The Passion Of Jimbriel

Part 1: The Entry into Soho

The story of events leading up to the crucifixion of Jesus, and the days following, until his ascension to Heaven, are collectively known as the Passion narratives. It comes from the Latin "to suffer," or "to endure."

More than one op has mentioned there are parallels to this in S2, so I thought I would try and find how well the whole narrative was followed. Oh yes, is the short answer, it certainly does! And how! And in places you might be surprised about. I hope this series of metas might answer some of the odd mysteries of "why is that there...? that are still floating around at the moment for you.

I've tried to match the narratives to scenes and incidents in S2 as closely as I can, but I only have sketchy Anglican Christian background, so if you have had a more thorough Catholic upbringing than me and see something I have missed, slip me a message and I'll do my best to edit things.

A word of warning before we start - it's not a linear match-up. I'm planning to run through the traditional sequence of the Passion in order, but will match with the S2 scenes as needed, and those are scattered back and forth in time. It's Catch-22 again - everything thrown up in the air and landing at seeming random places, where ever they seem to fit best for the narrative.

AZIRAPHALE: Ah, you startled me. GABRIEL: Is that good? AZIRAPHALE: I just didn't see you coming.

I actually thought I might start with this little scene, where Jim gives Aziraphale a jump-scare by creeping up next to him silently. Annoyed, Aziraphale tells him to make some noise as he moves about, and Jim trolls him with some creaking noises, before starting to sing.

There were prophecies about the arrival of Jesus, but the ironic thing here is that Aziraphale, someone who has a vast collection of prophecies and is someone you could consider an expert, had no warning of Gabriel's arrival - he just crept up to the door as a nasty surprise!

Starting proper, there were the three temptations while Jesus was fasting in the wilderness.

Making bread out of stones (I've also covered the Eccles Cakes here in the Altar of Eccles Cakes. They have multiple purposes!)

2. Being tempted to jump from a pinnacle of a temple and relying on angels to break his fall.

3. Being tempted to worship Satan in return for ruling all the kingdoms of the world.

This one was actually covered in S1, at Golgotha. I know Crowley mentioned to Aziraphale that he was the one who tempted Jesus, but I wrote a meta about it because I realized most people were missing the joke in the TWO demon names that Aziraphale suggested Crowley had changed his name to, and how that relates to that particular temptation.

The last miracle performed before the Passion was the raising Lazarus from his tomb, four days after he had died.

After Crowley is dragged down to Hell for an interview with Lord Beelzebub and finds out they are being threatened with the Book Of Life for being involved with Gabriel, he rushes back to Aziraphale and says they have to hide them. As they decide they will try a shared minor miracle Jimbriel descends the spiral staircase:

GABRIEL: Hello. Where did you come back from? CROWLEY: Outside. GABRIEL: Outside? Hmm. Is it big? Can I see the outside? CROWLEY: No, no, no, no, no. No, no no. You need to stay here, inside the bookshop. We can look after you in here. Just stay here.

Inside? Inside the tomb? Aziraphale has even 'wrapped' him up for the occasion.

Later, we find out that:

AZIRAPHALE: Jim is in his bedroom upstairs. I told him bookshops are always closed on a Wednesday. As for Inspector Constable, at a guess, they were sent to verify the 25 Lazarii miracle you and I seem to have accidentally performed together the other night. CROWLEY: That's how you lot measure miracles? How many times it could have brought someone back from the dead?

Uh huh. The miracle of Lazarus.

The Entry into Jerusalem

Jesus made his way into Jerusalem by donkey to show that he came in peace, not as conquering king on a horse. Gabriel does the same.

But he walked in, you say, on foot!

Yes, but he walked by the Dirty Donkey pub on his way to bookshop.

Next, was the Cleansing of the Temple.

What temple? The bookshop, of course! Is it not a temple of books?

Aziraphale sets Jim to cleaning it, with a duster.

I'd say you could also call the bookshop a temple to Crowley - it is decorated in his colours, after all. The presence of Jim initially drives the merchants and money dealers demon away, snatching his sunglasses from his mini-altar as his goes.

The last step on the Passion I'll cover in this meta is the Anointing of Jesus. It tells the story of how Jesus had an expensive perfume, worth a year's wages, poured on his feet from an alabaster jar by woman who was considered sinful. The gathered Disciples were aghast at this waste - they asked why she did not sell the perfume instead and give the money to the poor. Jesus thanked her for preparing him for burial.

This one had me stumped for a while, and I had to think hard about where something had been "poured out" on feet, because I was pretty sure no one had been "anointed" on the head, which is another version of this part of the narrative. Then I remembered seeing a GIF that was Aziraphale focusing on the floor for a number of seconds after Crowley had upended the box Gabriel had carried to the bookshop with his fly in it to read the message on the bottom of the box.

My precious...! You poured them out at your feet, Crowley!

Alabaster is a soft white stone that is easy to carve. The bland cardboard box makes a good analogy for this. And in it we see Aziraphale has filled it with priceless treasures - not one but two lost Shakespeare plays!

If at this point you are going "Wait - Wot? Now you're telling me both Jim/Gabriel and Crowley are playing the part of Jesus here?" I'm saying yes. It's not the first time I've said it. I'm not the only op who has been saying it, either. And as we head into part two of this meta you'll see Crowley take on more of this role from Jim/Gabriel. The two of them have a lot in common, much more than you might have suspected or might even want to acknowledge. This is the past echoing into the present again. I think it also gives us some interesting things about the future to contemplate.

Next: Part 2 - Trials and Denials

Where we move on to the Last Supper, and the Arrest of Jesus before his before he is judged before a court of priests and then Pontius Pilate, and the gathered crowd.

This post was inspired by @mr-period 's long meta Remembering Something Forgotten-Where is Jimmy Boy?

More reading on the Dirty Donkey in my meta here.

[mebemilena]

Every breath you take. Every move you make

A/N: I'm trying to organize it. I'm enjoying it so far and  I must practice my writing. I'm a comic book artist (writer and illustrator), and i'm slowly getting back on using Tumblr and writing fanfiction, english is not my first language. Feedback is welcome and THANK YOU so much for reading me <3

i think this would be between Bodyguard and We fight and breakup, We kiss and make up. it's a bit complicated to insert Reader on the episodes, sorry if it's a little messy. I prefer it much more whe we have more dialogues.

if you havent noticed, i love taking the titles from songs. This here is Every Breath you Take, by The Police.

pairing: maya lopez x reader AFAB reader

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Arriving at Tamaha was the easy part. All you needed was a map and follow the track you put on Maya's prosthetic leg. You took the risk of her changing it, getting another. But you thought it'd be easy for her to steal another motorbike, or get a new phone than getting a prosthetic leg that fit her just right. Though you thought you could just put it on her favorite boots, you'd still pick the prosthetic leg. Something she couldn't just get rid of in a second.

As you drove an old Honda you'd keep yourself distant, the last thing you'd want now would be for Maya to find out you were following her. The only reason you knew about Tamaha at all was because she had told you before, when you were closer and she hadn't tried to kill Fisk yet. Before she broke your heart by running away without saying goodbye.

- - -

Watching Maya from afar was not difficult for you, as a Black Widow, you knew how to become invisible. But it hurt to see her so close yet so far from what you once had. You held yourself back as you watched stupid Vickie and those girls kidnap her, your blood boiling in your veins. But you knew better than to stop them at it,  curious at what the hell they were trying to do.

As you followed Maya's steps for the past few days, you took notes of your date ideas. "Her uncle owns a skating park!", you said

to yourself, way too excited for the possibility of skating with Maya, holding her hand at the sound of Love is in the Air by John Paul Young. Your fantasy came to an end when you saw Boonie being taken. You couldn't help a smile though. "Not like I wanted to meet you. But we have a girl's night some day, yeah?', you thought.

Temptation ate your insides. You wanted to help Maya, to give her some support and beat Vicky until he begged you to stop and apologized to your Maya. But you couldn't risk much more than you had already. If leaving New York wasn't an indication your relationship was on the line, taking her as a princess and fighting her dragons would set fire to it all.

You kept tracking Maya on your phone, watching her wander around the room through your phone screen. When Zane arrived with his gang you couldn't help but rolling your eyes at him. You hated him, he seemed to think too high of himself and you didn't like the way he chewed on toothpicks, stinking like testosterone. 

You took the time to enter the place and watch Maya from a tiny bit closer. You understood Vickies plan and it didn't take a genius to put two and two: he wouldn't get out of it alive. Stupid Vickie.

Zane's group filled the skating area, talking to Henry and Boonie. When Vickie got shot you rolled your eyes again. "Such a mess", you thought. "Where is Maya Lopez?", stupid Zane asked and Dragula by Rob Zombie screamed from the sound system all of a sudden. 

You had to hold yourself not to cheer aloud, trying to keep softly headbanging your head through the music. You loved that song, Maya knew.

You started wondering if she chose that one because she knew you liked it and it made her think of you. Were you being delusional? Also, wasn't it too loud?

Oh, right. It doesn't bother her. 

You got in the laser tag maze enjoying the music,  taking a few man down cautiously so that Maya wouldn't find out you were there. You wore a mask in case one of them recognized you decided to tell on you, if they survived. You caugth her kicking their asses by the corner of your eye and almost ran to her, to tell her how great she looked while fighting, how you missed her and how much of a wimp you were for her. But that'd ruin your plans and instead of a heart-eyes Maya, you'd get broken ribs or a broken heart. Again.

The fight was getting fun but they seemed like ants around a sugarcane, always coming for more. Maya threw herself and one of those man through the wall and you felt the urge to kiss her. She fought all of them, with guns first and the with her own wrists. It made you gawk at her, your heart beating faster. You were flustered. She used the pistol wires as a whip and you moaned in your mind. "That's kinda sexy.", you thought, taking a mental note of how much of Catwoman she resembled. You'd tell her later.

The jacket trick got you biting your lip, and you almost aplaused her flawless aim.

But then Zane brought Boonie and you grunted. "Asswhole.", you mumbled.

They gathered again, around Maya and Henry, guns on their heads. But you were ready too. With your gun in hand and your eyes on them, it'd take Zane down with a buttlet to the head in no time.

 But his phone rang and his plans changed. And so did yours.

You watched Boonie leave and had to stop yourself from offering some ice to put on her face. Poor girl, getting punched like that for free.  When Maya went back inside, you made up your mind about what to do next. After tonight's events, you had to talk to her.

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[thesunshinenotebook]

Sugar Rush Ride Japanese version mv theories!

Starting at the beginning, Yeonjun is driving alone at night. Rather than trying to fit this into a set timeline, I think the idea is deja vu throughout the story, or just a synopsis of what's going on in general. Being a new version of Sugar Rush Ride, it could very well be a different perspective on that same story, a more detailed picture of the events. There are references to other mvs all throughout, starting with the car (Lovesong, Loser=Lover, GBGB Jp. Version), the fish (Lovesong, GBGB Jp. Version), the money (Loser=Lover, GBGB Jp. Version) and the butterfly (Sugar Rush Ride). These things show the fluid nature of the story and timeline. The fish in particular is a sign that at this point Yeonjun is conflicted, caught between beauty and danger. The butterfly distracts Yeonjun until he spins out of control, crashing the car again.

Beomgyu wakes up on the ground next to a bike, but unscathed. Another mv reference (Drama, Loser=Lover, GBGB Jp. Version), which shows that Beomgyu is yet again alone and neglected. He tries to get back on the bike again, but fails. Then he gets angry and throws the bike. This is a departure from the established pattern, meaning he knows it's a problem, that he can't keep giving everything for the others and that they can't necessarily be trusted. It's also exactly how he shows his anger in Loser=Lover, though, meaning he's hit rock bottom, back at the same place he started in. Nothing has really changed.

Taehyun is sitting in the bathtub looking depressed. Water again symbolizing contrast and uncertainty, Taehyun is feeling conflicted about everything that's happened. His scenes are mixed with Beomgyu's, and when Beomgyu throws the bike, it goes through what looks like a bathroom mirror, which seems to connect with Taehyun. Taehyun knows that Beomgyu needs help, and so while Yeonjun and Beomgyu are being led into temptation by the purple butterflies, Taehyun willingly sinks into the water to join them.

Shockwaves ripple through Taehyun's chest. Maybe it's his magic, or maybe it's just intuition, but he knows. Beomgyu is in danger. He remembers the last time he saw the older, riding off on his bike. Alone. They'd all been a little preoccupied at the time, trying desperately to escape, so he hadn't really thought about it. Beomgyu never was great at balancing. That isn't Taehyun's main concern, though. He's sure Beomgyu can bounce back from a physical injury. Still: Alone. Could anyone escape the clutches of imagination without help? Without a doubt, Taehyun knows where Beomgyu is headed. Without a doubt, that's where he's going to follow. Taking a deep breath, Taehyun slides under the water. It's time to go back to the Magic Island.

The water also transitions to Kai, who is standing in the rain. He even cups the water in his hands, further proof that he's behind the illusions, and has some inside knowledge. It could be that the transition means that Taehyun told Huening Kai to bring them all in. Maybe Huening knows something, and now Taehyun knows that he knows, and now they're trying to save them all, because Taehyun isn't going to let Beomgyu get lost on Magic Island alone.

Meanwhile, Soobin is sitting in some sort of corridor looking incredibly miserable when he, too, sees the butterfly that leads him away.

Even in the water, Taehyun's eyes are open and clear. He knows what he's doing. He isn't being tempted, he's trying to save everyone else. There's a brief second where Beomgyu is going towards a cage. While Taehyun is trying to save him, Beomgyu is effectively getting himself caught in a trap. The trap in question is probably using an old, dangerous habit to try to change a new problem, as well as practically getting trapped on Magic Island. 

Yeonjun is the last of the boys to wake up when they make it to the island; the others find him and Soobin helps him up. There's a time of peace as they explore the island. We see proof that the trees and the ground are alive and moving. The island itself is alive. We can assume, then, that, like a living person, the island has both good and evil within it. Kai finds a berry on the ground and smashes it against a tree, leaving a purple smudge with a butterfly outline, building up the evidence for Kai being the culprit.

Though on the island, Soobin's eyes are clear, meaning he isn't being tempted; he is actually present in reality. It might be because he's with Taehyun. He picks up a white feather (another thing we've seen before in Lovesong Jp. Version and GBGB Jp. Version), which can symbolize peace, hope, innocence, and protection. Basically, when they are united together, temptation can't hurt them, and the island is a safe place. This is why we see scenes of the five of them playing around happily. 

Still, there's something watching them, or watching Taehyun, specifically. Maybe it's the cat, or maybe it's the dragon, but either way it probably notices Taehyun because he's the one trying to fix it all. And so Taehyun decides it's time to escape now that they're all together. A car appears, probably from Taehyun's conjuring abilities, and everyone hops in. The feather is stepped on in the process, meaning they're leaning into dangerous territory again. Beomgyu sticks his hand out the window and causes ripples in the barrier between dream and reality. They're currently aware, running away back to the real world together.

It's fun, until the hairs on the back of Taehyun's neck stand up. They aren't alone. Company on this island isn't usually a good thing, but he isn't about to fall for any tricks this far in. Focusing his mental energy, he pictures a car in his mind's eye until the vehicle is really there. The boys hop in with enthusiastic shouts of, "Cool!" And, "Nice job, Taehyun!" Yeonjun hits the gas and Taehyun tries hard not to think about all of the cars the oldest has crashed. It's not like the rest of them even know how to drive. The barriers ripple around them as the drive far away. Leaving the illusions behind. In the past, they were running away from the world. Now they were running to it. Back to life and joy, back to reality.

That's when Kai lets the fish go, releasing his two-faced nature and dangerous motives. This seems to also relinquish whatever power he had to control the temptation before, which might be why a butterfly comes in and everyone is hit by tinnitus. Then they fall asleep, lost in the dream world again. All except Yeonjun.

Feathers fill the road ahead, because their hope can't be discarded that easily, and their bond is still protecting them. Yeonjun spikes the brakes, which wakes everyone else up. They're now back in the real world. 

At the very end, Taehyun notices a cut on Yeonjun's hand, probably from the car crash at the beginning, and gives him a band-aid. This parallels when Beomgyu did the same thing back in Run Away. Now Taehyun probably borrows Beomgyu's healing powers, because he doesn't want Beomgyu to go back to the same place he was before, trying to help everyone at his own expense.

The story ends on a hopeful note, the five boys together and safe.

Huening Kai locks eyes with Beomgyu, smiling slightly. The older looks tired, but then they all do. He returns the smile. Yeonjun has his arm over Taehyun's shoulder, and Soobin stands at the end of the line watching over them all. They gazed into the distance. "We made it?" Beomgyu says it like a question, even though he knows it's true.

"We made it," Yeonjun nods. He taps Taehyun on the shoulder, a sign that he knows who's responsible for their safety.

[twiceasfrustrating]

To Have and Hold 11

Chapter: 1/2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo/GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Main Character, Lucifer

Tags for these chapters: Not Beta Read, Yandere, Kidnapping, No Happy Ending, Restraint, Imprisonment

Summary: Love drives some people crazy and some can't stand to go without. You thought you'd found the perfect boyfriend in Diavolo, one who loved you more than anything else in the world. And, well, you weren't exactly wrong, but it turns out that he's one of the ones that can't go without…

A/N: Fucking hell! I had to do so many edits because I rearranged some chapters and switched where two major events happened.

Word Count: 1901

“My Love?” Diavolo called softly through the haze of your mind as if standing somewhere so much further away. Unfortunately for you, he was unbearably close; holding onto you as if you were precious.

You turned your head to him without actually focusing your gaze. At this point, through the sickness and jumbled thoughts in your mind, you couldn't be bothered to scream, cry, or fake a smile. Everything just felt so heavy. You weren’t sure you could even lift a teacup like you had yesterday during that forced ‘date’.

“Hm?” You hummed weakly, wondering where all the grit and tenacity inside of you had gone recently. Sure you were sick, but it was as if all the energy you had faded all at once and was nowhere near returning.

"My Love, you need to get ready. We have a surprise guest."

A… guest? As in someone besides him and Barbatos? And he was going to let you out of the room to see them? Did you, through your addled mind, dare to have hope?

"This will be uncomfortable, but bare with me."

He undid the bindings that always kept you attached to the bed only to tie your arms and legs together so you couldn't move any of your limbs. He picked you up bridal style.

"Close your eyes," he whispered with a smile across his face, as if he was excitedly waiting to show you something for your birthday.

When you didn't do it immediately, he frowned. "Would it be easier to blind you?"

That barely veiled threat was enough for you to close your eyes as he ordered.

"Good. Oh! No peeking or I really will have to blind you to eliminate that temptation," he said far too cheerfully. 

You could feel the jolt from his sudden movement as he began walking. The sound of the door opening felt so foreign, as well as all the twists and turns he made. In the back of your mind, you tried to remember how many times he turned left and right, making a map of where you were in the palace behind your eyelids. Every set of stairs and even the changing sound of his footsteps was a clue you added to your inner map key. It was crude at best, but it was something. It was a possibility.

He finally stopped.

"You can open your eyes if you want."

As you did, light flooded your vision. When your vision adjusted though, you recognized the drawing room. You also recognized the chair he was standing in front of, although the seat was raised to reveal a small space inside.

"It's important we both greet our guest, although you may be uncomfortable. Forgive me for that." He kissed your temple.

“Just stay here like a good little human and try not to make too much noise.” Diavolo’s voice sounded so sweet as he spoke, but there was a clear threat behind his words. Or, perhaps everything he said sounded like a threat now.

You whimpered as he closed the lid over you, surrounding you in darkness in a very uncomfortable position. You were slumped over to fit into the small space, your head drooping down against your knees so all you could do was stare at the wood beneath you. You weren’t even able to adjust into a more comfortable position, since the bindings that dug into your skin wrapped their way around your calves, up your thighs, to your torso, and kept your arms in place. You hadn’t even been here for a full minute and you were already in pain. At least you could lie down comfortably in the stupid room.

In this place, all you could do was wait in the pitch-black darkness for something to happen. In some futile attempt to relieve your boredom, you actually started to count your fingers over and over again. It was something at the very least, even though you lost track at some point in the thousands and had to start over. Even mistakes were more interesting than nothingness. 

“-very concerning.” You finally heard a faint voice through the walls around you. It’s very familiar, but you know that it isn’t Diavolo’s.

“I see. That is troubling.” That was Diavolo.

“Are you sure they haven’t reached out to you?” That voice really was familiar, but it was hard to make out properly through the walls around you, “Even an attempt would be sufficient.”

“They haven’t contacted me since our last conversation, and that was nearly a month ago.” Something shifted over you, like a great weight was just placed on top of you, “Please, take a seat.”

“I apologize, Lord Diavolo, but I only stopped by to see if you’d heard from them. I do not have time for tea today.” Lucifer! That’s who the voice belonged to.

"Don't be in such a rush. Barbatos, prepare something for Lucifer's nerves. He needs to relax."

Barbatos said something that sounded like agreement, but you couldn't quite make out the exact words.

"I apologize. We've all been concerned lately and I'm letting it show more than I should."

“No one is blaming you for being worried about them, I doubt you have anything to be worried about. If they wanted or needed your help, I’m sure they’d summon you.” There was a loud thump against the outer walls of the box you were inside of, and you could only assume Diavolo kicked it.

“We think they did. Or rather, we believe Belphie,” hearing that name made you feel like you were going to puke, “was summoned but we haven’t heard from him either...”

“Oh? Why do you think he was summoned?”

“He vanished suddenly without a word. Such an abrupt departure most likely means he was called on.”

"Belphegor is a strong demon. If he gets into any danger, I'm sure he can handle himself."

Liar!

You wanted to scream, to shout, to curse him out, but stayed silent because of Lucifer.

Salvation was right there. You knew Lucifer would help you if you asked him to, but you also knew that Diavolo wouldn't allow it. Images of Belphie's lifeless body flashed in your mind, his blood soaking into the floor and the crushing of his vertebrae abruptly cracking echoing in your ears. 

You couldn't risk that happening to Lucifer too. You'd already taken the youngest sibling from his family; you couldn't take the oldest one too.

"We're going to look for them – thank you, Barbatos," Lucifer suddenly said. "I understand if you can't join us, but-"

"What kind of partner would I be if I didn't look for them?" The seat above you creaked as he shifted his weight. "Barbatos can handle everything while I'm gone. Right?"

"Please finish your paperwork before you go."

Diavolo whined. "Isn't this more important though?"

"Are you planning to leave immediately, Lucifer?" Barbatos asked.

"We're preparing today and tomorrow then leaving the next day."

"Then there is time to do what you need."

Diavolo whined louder. "I suppose. Although I should prepare too…"

"I would advise seeing Lucifer out then."

"Of course. Thank you for your time."

The weight on top of you shifted again, but this time it was in a way that relieved the pressure above you.

"I wish we were meeting under better circumstances like old times. Still, I'm glad you are all looking for them since I'm so preoccupi-" Diavolo's voice faded into the distance and you were alone again.

Your heart hammered in your throat, your limbs were numb and tired, your skin felt like it was burning up. Everything inside of you felt wrong. Screaming at you to say something before they left, but your logic kept your mouth shut.

There were a few more uncomfortable minutes of silence before blinding light poured into your little box. You closed your eyes out of reflex immediately, finding it painful to look out into the world.

“So you are still there,” Diavolo’s voice was soft as he reached out to see if you were real and not just a hallucination, “You were so quiet that I thought you had gotten out somehow. I’m happy that you were just following orders.”

You could feel his hand on you and normally you would feel utter disgust, but, at the moment, the only emotion inside of you was distraught. You broke down the moment he brushed his warm fingers against your cheek and sobbed uncontrollably. Not just in sadness, but in rage. There were no tears as you cried -- you had no more to give -- but if you could you knew they would be life fire.

“Why?” You finally managed to hiccup out through your continued and persistent sobs, “Why are you doing this to me?” 

Lucifer was worried about you. They were all worried about you! And they hadn't given up yet. It was a cruel joke to give you that tiny ray of hope that you knew would never shine upon you.

“I’m not doing anything, my love. Everything happening is the result of your own actions.” You were the one that made him fall for you, you were the one that kept fighting back, and you were the one who refused to reach out for help when it was right in front of you. If only you could learn to behave yourself, he would be allowed to be kinder to you. 

"You lied to him." You screamed, finding anything to break down that smug attitude of his. "You know where I am and you know about… about…." You quietly muttered Belphie's name, not feeling you had the right to even say it.

"I never lied. I only said you hadn't contacted me. That is true since I'm the one coming to you. And Belphegor could handle any danger he found himself in if you hadn't gotten him killed."

It was like twisting the knife already buried to the hilt in your heart.

"Do you have any other concerns?"

You couldn't say anything. There was no response you could give to his insane logic and half truths. 

Seeing you fall so readily into compliance, he nuzzled against your neck.

"My lord," Barbatos suddenly said, making you aware of his presence, "the carrot."

"Oh, yes."

He cleared his throat. “You were so good while Lucifer was here. You deserve a reward.” His claws brushed carefully over your delicate skin until they reached the rope and sliced through like it was sewing thread. Your body fell loose the moment it was freed, even though you still couldn’t move any of it because of how numb they were, “What would you like?”

Your eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness of the room, so you opened two bloodshot orbs in Diavolo’s direction, feeling completely hollow inside at the sight of him beaming at you. If you didn’t know better, you would almost think him benevolent. It was too bad you did know better. 

“Die.” It was the only request you could think of; every hateful thought and plea for freedom you had boiling to the surface in one succinct word.

"My love," he brushed a thumb over your bottom lip before forcing a soft kiss on you, "how could I do that and risk leaving you all alone?" No. He would ensure that both of you lived long enough to enjoy your new, happy life together.

[coffee-in-veins]

listening to the other’s heartbeat Gimme this one for reymas?

thank you so much for the ask. i’m genuinely sorry it took me so long ^^’

but now those two prompts aligned so incredibly that i finally found the strength and inspiration to write this scene. thank you for this!

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022

previous days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

now available on ao3 too

Day 16: The Abyss

Abyss NOUN - a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm; a wide or profound difference between people; a catastrophic situation seen as likely to occur.

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Amidst the thoughts like between the lines It's somewhere there, yet who knows Who can teach me and tell me How can we keep what we have? Nights and days Left their trace in my eyes Tell me Where would this long road take us? This long road -- Nights and days by Okean Elzy

The last torch he managed to scavenge flickered and died out four rooms ago. Fifteen rooms ago, he stumbled into a massacre of his former party and one particular bleeding-out crusader. Nineteen rooms ago, he was left to die, presumed already dead after Paracelsus’ experimental concoction they carried with them for the expedition took his heartbeat and breath away for long enough – probably after reacting wrongly with something mutated in his infected body.

Dismas knew some days were bad, but today was definitely pushing it.

The smell of fresh blood was driving him up the wall – he was starved and slowly losing it, and he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the darkness and his sweetheart being so close with her gravely chill, or because he could feel the blood slowly oozing from Reynauld’s many wounds despite Dis' best attempts at stitching and bandaging them.

He wasn't sure what could wipe out the whole party. Yeah, they were stressed and tired, but there was Junia to keep them afloat with her healing verses and both Barristan and Rey to protect her in turn. Sure it didn't help Dismas himself much in the last battle the party had stumbled into, but... uh. 

Who was he kidding? It was the cursed Estate. Whatever could go wrong here, always did. 

His sweetheart tried to offer her a wreath of dried lilacs, but he had to decline with a pained smile. The rogue still had some kick left in him, and he could drag his feet without her mercy for just a little bit. Especially when his attention was drawn to the quiet, pained groan of the knight he dutifully dragged through the cold guts of the Ruins. Immediately, Dismas gestured his sweetheart to keep her distance and went to check the bandages, trying oh so desperately to keep the precious droplets of blood inside Rey's body, pushing away the crusader's seemingly-inevitable demise - as well as his own temptation. 

After fixing the bandages to the best of his ability, the highwayman hauled Reynauld's hand over his shoulders and helped him up again. Thank fuck and whatever deity there was that Dismas was infected! Without the added strength the Curse provided, he wouldn't be able to even get the oaf up. Thankfully, Rey could step on his own for now, or else they would be screwed. Even with the curse's aid, Dis was nowhere nearly strong enough to carry the zealot out of the cursed Estate, with or without his heavy ass armour. 

At least, his already-mutated eyes could see well enough in the pitch black. 

Still, the Estate became ever more wrong with each and every step he took. Yes, he hated Ruins, hated the stale air of the prison cell he was forced to breathe, the bone dust scraping underneath his boots, the echoes of pain gushed between the stones instead of putty. But whatever was happening made Dismas' hair and sensilla bristle and forced him constantly check over his shoulder or strain his hearing to the point of ringing ears. 

"Where is the white light? I see only blackness..."

Yeah, Rey's feverish delirium didn't help either. 

Fuck. Was he starting to panic? Was it a fit of his carefully concealed crippling claustrophobia? Was it the realisation of his situation finally creeping into his hard noggin? Or was it the worst-case scenario - his senses, screaming bloody murder because something was actually trying to find them and finish the job?

Initially, Dismas tried to will through the clammy clutch of fear, moving his feet with shuffling stubbornness, yet with each step, his ligaments wouldn't stop trembling. The darkness crept over them, palpable and antediluvian, and even his mutated eyes started struggling soon enough. The black was so concentrated that it was becoming hard to breathe, each gulp of air feeling more like a mouthful of cold bile down his parched throat. It was so thick, trudging through it felt like the highwayman was drugging barely conscious Reynauld waist-deep in snow. Shortly after, his teeth started chattering, and the rogue had to grit them just to be able to hear his surroundings. 

When even his sweetheart started fiddling with her shroud and glancing behind them, Dismas lost it. When he managed to glimpse an outline of a sarcophagus in an alcove, the highwayman turned to it, reasoning with his frantic terror that he merely needed a breather before walking any further. In the enveloping darkness, he helped the crusader to lie down and hide behind the engraved stone. 

The darkness was dampening, deafening, overwhelming. 

Fucking hell! The rogue forgot how it felt to be blind in the dark, and now the terror clasped his mind and soul, piercing his guts with icy needles. The highwayman swallowed and reloaded his flintlock - not that it would've helped in such lightless conditions. The habitual motions simply helped him to feel a little less helpless. 

And then it started pushing itself into the too-tight confines of the corridor - if it still was a corridor even - and Dismas forgot such nonsense. 

"Black as hate, this, the darkest of all nights," Reynauld mumbled, tossing in his blood loss-caused fever. Quietly, in instinctive motion of protecting someone he refused to admit he cared about for quite a while now, Dis fell onto the crusader, pressing his babbling mouth shut. The rogue couldn't let it hear them, there was no hope of fighting it, and he froze, afraid to even breathe regularly.

It coiled and churned, warping the space around itself with the natural ease of riding tide. The wet, squishing sound of its shambling filled the air with curls of purplish ink. It festered with lumps of reddish eyes and looped with rings of coiled, barb-covered tentacles. Filling all space, conquering all senses and squashing any sanity, it reigned supreme in the pitch black. 

In his hubris, when his tongue turned into proboscis and his hands sprouted claws, Dismas deemed himself a monster, fit for the cursed Estate. Now, however, when he was hairbreadth from wailing from horror and clawing his eyes out, he was faced first-hand with the arrogance of such assumption.

Nonetheless, even in this bleakness, there was a silver string which was holding together his slipping sanity - Reynauld's slow, irregular, faint heartbeat. 

Despite being whisper-faint and feather-soft, it still was enough to ground the slipping rogue and allow him to remain motionless. The gentle sound was the lifeline Dismas held with tenacious desperation as his senses were assaulted and his sanity was ravaged. 

Thump.

Squelch.

Thump.

Scrape.

Thump.

Spatter.

Dismas didn't allow himself to close his eyes, watching diligently as the nightmarish creature sloshed past their meagre hiding spot. Once, it stopped, seemingly looking for their presence, and the rogue clutched his useless flintlock. A futile gesture, really. But he knew with doomed resignation that he wouldn't be able to leave Reynauld as bait nor wouldn't be able to win against the darkness incarnate. 

Thankfully, after a moment that left him half-grey, the terror resumed its sloshing movements, pushing past them and coiling into the abyss it carried with itself.

The air grew warmer and the dusk turned into dull flat grey, and yet for the longest time, Dismas couldn't force himself to move, staring blankly into a wall and listening to the quiet, blessed thumping. 

Then a roach fell onto him from the ceiling, scaring the seasoned highwayman nearly to the point of pissing his pants. 

When he stopped dry heaving, the rogue did what he always did best. He concentrated on surviving the moment. Thus, Dismas got up to his shaky feet, grabbed his lucky zealous oaf, hoisted him back over his shoulders again, and wobbled in the opposite direction. He knew he wouldn't be able to find rest in darkness from now on. He knew there was no way he would be able to close his eyes and sleep at night without some light around. Just as he knew there was no amount of treasure and no threat of penalty that would've forced him to follow that thing, even if it was a relatively smart thing to do. 

Apex predators rarely guarded their backs, after all. 

The rogue barely remembered the following day. Sharp pangs of hunger. The maddening smell of blood. Delirious bubbling that he tried to quench at first but hurried to switch gears and began encouraging the moment it started to fade. His own unsteady steps and throbbing pain in his abused joints. 

Yet more than anything, Dismas remembered the sound of the heartbeat that pulled him out of the dark. 

[buzzdixonwriter]

Daddy's Little Friend In The Basement Pt. 1 [FICTOID]

When I was a little girl daddy would tuck me in with “Nighty-night, sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

I’d giggle and kiss him then he’s leave and shut the door, thinking I’d go the sleep.

I didn ‘t go to sleep.

Rather, I��d spend a long time -- it seemed like hours, but who knows? -- thinking about things.

What I’d seen and done during the day.

Cartoons I saw on TV.

Stories I’d tell myself.

I could hear mommy and daddy talking in the living room and it always felt reassuring to hear their warm laughter.

Sometimes I’d drop off to sleep before they’d go to bed, sometimes I’d stay awake long enough to hear them go to their room and shut the doors.

Occasionally I’d hear daddy get out of bed, creep down the hall, then open the door to the basement.

I knew it was him by the way the floorboards creaked.  He was bigger than mom, not by a whole lot but enough that the floor sounded different when he walked on it, even in his stocking feet.

Mommy told me I was never to go down to the basement, that daddy kept his dangerous tools down there, that there were spiders and perhaps even mice and rats.

I believed mommy.

Then.

Of course, no self-respecting five-year old can resist the temptation to go someplace they’re forbidden so one day when daddy was at work and mommy was resting because she had another one of her headaches, I took the keyring from the secret place they didn’t know I knew about and unlocked the door to the basement.

It felt scary, let me tell you!  Maybe the scariest thing I did in my life up to that point, but I felt determined to go through with it and explore.

I crept down the unpainted wooden steps to the basement.  There were four small hopper windows along the south side.  Daddy put translucent plastic over them to let sunlight in but keep people from seeing inside.

On one side of the basement sat his workbench and tools:  Big, mean, ugly looking things; hammers and saws and screwdrivers.  I know today they’re perfectly innocent, but to a five-year old they might as well have been weapons of war or instruments of torture.

There were boxes stacked around the basement.  I recognized a few as the boxes we kept the Christmas things in. 

For all the warnings mommy gave me, the basement seemed spooky but not particularly dangerous.

Then I saw daddy’s room.

It looked like a big plywood box reaching from floor to ceiling.  It seemed a little smaller than my bedroom and my bedroom was only half as big as mommy and daddy’s.

Daddy kept it padlocked, but I tried all the keys on the ring and sure enough, one fit.

I opened it and stepped inside.  It seemed deathly quiet and awfully dark.  None of the light that same through the little windows in the basement reached it, so I groped around for a light switch and flipped it on.

Ever have one of those bad dreams where something terrible is happening that frightens you so much you can’t scream?

That’s what it felt like when the light came on.

There was a little girl standing in front of me, just my size and age.

My mouth worked soundlessly for a few seconds, long enough for me to notice she wasn’t a real little girl but a mannequin or a doll or something.  I calmed down enough to get over my initial fear and shock, so I stepped forward to examine her more closely. 

While she was approximately my size and age, she didn’t look like me.  Different hair color and her face seemed more like an Asian’s though she didn’t appear to be completely so.  She wore a light blue frilly dress and wore stockings and nice shoes.

Much nicer than my shoes.

Her big, beautiful lavender eyes were open and looking straight ahead.  I stood just inches from her face when she suddenly blinked, smiled, and said, “Hello.”

Again, a shock so great it robbed me of my voice.  I jumped back, hitting the wall of the tiny room.  Daddy covered it in this strange black foam with bumps all over it like an egg carton.

Sound dampening foam, as I learned later.

“Who are you?” I asked when I finally regained my voice.

“You may call me whatever you want,” she said.  “I am here to please you.”

=to be continued=

 © Buzz Dixon

[canyouheatmeuponafrozennight]

Watched: Kamen Rider Gaim

Growth (Evolution) and Temptation (The power of words)

Growth (Evolution)

The first evident theme in Gaim, the cast is (i can't see it in most of them but I'll believe what they're telling me) composed of young adults still lost on the limbus between childhood and adulthood; mostly called children by the older cast. They're on the battlefield to try to become someone different, and the expectations around them is that they should become good and proper responsible adults. We either know the feeling or will know eventually, as its a moment everyone grows through (some for longer than others, perhaps).

At some point that theme seems to be forgotten, but one of Helheim's lines made me realize how the theme had been recontextualized. "I want reptiles to become monkeys and monkeys to become humans. There's no reason for it." How different is Helheim's wish from the wish adults place on children? Nobody questions an adult because that is the status quo, once you're 18-20, you're supposed to be an adult and act accordingly, you had enough time to learn how you're supposed to change now (or something). Turning to Inves or Overlords, to Helheim, is the same transition, something that must eventually happen to a species.

Would it be hypocritical to think what Helheim does is wrong, while what we adults do is correct? I would say yes, but accepting something "common" in your culture while refusing what is alien is a natural behavior, so even if there's hypocrisy in it, who can be blamed for being against it? Like a child goes through a rebellious phase when growing and we it is accepted as being "just a phase", humans also have the right to rebel against the forced evolution brought by an alien forest.

What Kaito desired was a world without the status quo (a world where the weak don't need to fear the strong [weak and strong replaceable by children and adults]) and evolved into an Overlord for it, Mitsuzane wished for him and his friends to not have to grow, or at least have a place where they could still be children, and for that he tried to grow into an adult as fast as possible, backfiring more often than not. Kota didn't know if he wanted to grow or how he wanted to grow, but he could always answer that protecting the growth of those around him was the top priority. As he said to Takatora, perhaps what he sought was not rejecting growth or the status quo, but embracing change. He protected those who were still cocoons around him with the intent of seeing them become butterflies, which might now be completely different from a caterpillar, but that doesn't make them no longer who they once were.

Fitting that Mitsuzane couldn't obtain the power the other two did, as his greater goal was to have nothing change, while Kaito and Kota wanted change from different POVs (Kaito wanted the world to change, while Kota wanted people to change; the outside and the inside, environment and individual, they perfectly opposed each other in their ideals.)

Temptation (The power of words)

Another constant theme in Gaim is how often people use their words to drive others, be it to ruin or success; While it is easy to point to Helheim (which while only called Snake, seems to be both god and snake[perhaps an interpretation of god setting up the forbidden fruit and satan as an extension of god tempting even to eat to it to bring a bespoke singularity to mankind]) as the tempter, as he constantly gives Kota gifts to move him forward and groom him into properly being Adam (as Mai's future interference made him aware that Kota is the chosen one), many other cast members also do it.

Mitsuzane, too, attempts to tempt others to get them to do his bidding, which mostly doesn't go as he expects. That is the true essence of his powerlessness, he simply doesn't have the words that drive others into motion, ultimately, the only person he can dedicate words to is himself, through the ghost of Takatora which haunts him (and you could say he wants himself to shut up too, so absolutely 0 hits on this man).

Ryouma was the character that made me notice this temptation theme, he is the properly powerful version of Mitsuzane, both try to manipulate others for mostly selfish reasons, but Ryouma does get his way. Ryouma being the one who gives Micchi a speech on adults and children is probably for this reason, whether he sees it or not aside, they're the same, so his words are the the most relatable to Mitsuzane.

Early in the series, Pierre does some tempting too, mostly to bystanders as he does a campaign against Beat Riders, but his words are most important to Jonouchi. I'm using the word tempt since it's the overall theme, and I'm not sure if it should be used for a positive connotation too, but I mean it in a good way, his words guide a lost Jonouchi and help him grow.

Speaking of good temptations, Kota is the star of this section, as what he constantly does is positively tempt people. Mitsuzane said it, Kota's hope is a disease which infects everyone he talks to. He tempts people with words of hope, to make them believe in the future; not for his personal gain, but because that is his justice. In a way, Mitsuzane's hatred for him stems from that, his words don't reach anyone, while Kota can give hope to anyone. Micchi is ailed by an inferiority complex, it started with his brother and expanded to Kota too, as not only Mai chose Kota, but even Takatora connected with Kota better than he did with Micchi. He wants Mai's love and Kota's praise, but both gave that to Kota instead of him, which drives him over the edge.

Kaito, to me, is the most complex character in this sense, because I think he is immune to temptation and doesn't use it at all, but at the same time, he's already been tempted long before the series started. The words that tempted him were his own, and, at the same time the world's. The world said the weak have no place, he tells himself he can't be weak. And those words are his driving force through and through, he doesn't listen to what anyone else has to say because those are the only words in his mind. He doesn't need to convince anyone with his words, as people naturally flock to him, or distance themselves from him from his way of life alone. He focused so much on the POWER part of "power of words," that he no longer needed words to bring temptation. In the same way he isn't using words, he himself is the manifestation of the word. (My favorite character if you need me to say it)

EXTRAS

Ironic how Faiz had two paradise-titled movies and yet Gaim embodies paradise lost much better than either without having it in its title

Why wasn't Ryugen Yomi a pomegranate? You had one job

My translation of Hajimari no Onna/Otoko would have been Eve and Adam, if someone complained I localized it too much I'd make it First Woman and Man though. Man/Woman of the beginning sure is a mouthful

Very good series, terrible filler, this was roughly a 36 episode series but they signed a contract for 49 episodes didnt they? Since I was batch watching I skipped kikaider and soccer, so I guess it wasn't that bad, but if I watched it as it aired I might have been upset when my reward for a week was a filler episode.

I like MC becomes God storylines and I'll have to say Kota was the best one I've had the pleasure to witness, the slowburn and how much he earned it doesn't compare to how most series do it.

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

❝ The sun is rising, the screams have gone. Too many have fallen, few still stand tall. Is this the ending of what we've begun? Will we remember what we've done wrong? ❞

Based off the song "The Howling" by Within Temptation.

yandere! xiao x yaksha! reader.

❤️ Art credit: - motiommmm on Twitter.

❤️ Note: Xiao is a character that I've always been fond of and after the quest we had in 2.7, this song just reminded me so much of him. It was tough choosing a lyric because literally any could fit. Find the lyrics or listen to the song, you'll understand what I mean.

⚠️: character death.

"If you die, I'll die too (y/n)."

How long has it been since he said that? How many battles have been fought since that fateful day, how many of your comrades were you forced to see die right before your own two eyes? The task of being a yaksha was not an easy one but you were always proud of yourself for being able to hold out for so long.

Pride. That's one of the few things that kept you going.

You could feel the darkness coming for you at the dead of night, when the world was resting you were at war with yourself, you could hardly sleep a wink let alone do something else.

That's why Xiao made such an effort to be there for you.

You were young and in love when you first met him. Fast as the wind and handsome like a prince, it was love at first sight for you when it came to Xiao. Your brothers and sisters constantly teased the two of you and would always throw flowers at you, proclaiming that you were meant to be together. Xiao never made any comments but he never pushed you away either. Seeing you dance in the shimmering meadows freely beneath the moonlight was therapeutic to him. Sometimes he would even join you, his face stoic as ever but he moved like water and danced his heart out with you. His soft grip on your waist still lingered in your memory, the warmth and love of his darling gaze is what gave your life meaning.

Which is why this current predicament was so impossible to handle.

Laughter was replaced by screams, love wilted away into despair. Xiao was still in love with you but over the years as he continued to kill he would lose himself more and more. He would come back shaky and bloody, promising to make the world a safer place for you, whether you wanted it or not. His karmic debt was swallowing him from the inside out and it was getting to you as well. One evening, he proclaimed that he was going to protect you until the day he dies.

Never had he imagined that day would be now.

Sorrowful tears blurred your vision as you held your sword tightly against its hilt, the blade itself being deeply thrust into Xiao's firm chest. Scarlet red droplets fell to the ground, the sound of the thunderstorm and the rain masked your wallows of agony. Betrayal and hurt were written all over his face as he tried to grab your weapon, but his grip was too weak. His jade spear was on the ground, long forgotten by its master as he breathed in deeply. He lost the ability to speak as blood started to fill his mouth and spill onto you. Without warning he suddenly fell to the ground, his knees on your feet as you held him tightly against your chest, his own hands soon enough found their home on your body. You couldn't even look at him, not when the pain was so great. Xiao refused to go down without a fight however and with the miniscule amount of strength he had left he managed to steal a kiss from your bruised and bloody lips, for the final time. You could see the life being drained from his beautiful golden eyes as his grip got weaker and weaker. He was silently pleading you to look at him, please look at him, do not leave him all alone.

Looking up towards the gray sky the last thing he was ever going to see was you, his little glimmer of light.

Xiao had lived for ages and had many regrets but the one that he can never forgive is how much he had hurt you.

It's okay though, you reasoned with yourself. Even as he was bleeding to death on the ground you could still see what he was trying to tell you even if he could not use words anymore. Grabbing a small knife that was in your pocket you pressed it against your own neck with an iron tight grip. You were going to go to the same place that Xiao was going towards any second now.

If reincarnation really existed, you prayed that the two of you could be reborn in a kinder world.

A sharp pain engulfed you, you could not breathe anymore.

The world was now pitch black.

[reidsnose]

doodles

overview: reader doodles on her hands a lot and spencer has to give into the temptation of coloring it in

genre: flufffffff

a/n: sorry ive havent posted a fic in like a week, ive been in quite a slump but i had this idea well after midnight but i just had to write it so lmk what u guys think of this one :)

masterlist

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doodling on your hands: a once nervous habit that had seeped into your everyday life and now is just a regular habit. nearly everyday you would come to work with clean hands and get home with a mini art gallery on your non dominant one.

Spencer admired this from the moment he noticed it. at first he thought you had a tattoo but when you came back the next day with it completely gone, he was a tad confused, only to catch you doodling on that very same hand a couple hours later on the jet. he thought maybe it was an occasional thing, a habit you'd quit once you got better situated into the team, but after nearly a year you still left work almost everyday with some cutesy sketches drawn on your hand.

Spencer found himself looking forward to your doodles, imagining in his head what you might draw each day, and thinking of all the colors you would add if you had the time. being the great profiler that he is, he noticed a pattern: you subconsciously correlated your doodles with your mood.

after especially hard cases or just bad days you always drew roses.

when you were very happy you drew all sorts of fruits.

anxiousness bore little swampy creatures and lily pads.

tired days filled your hands with random, intricate designs that you didn't even have to try hard to make.

and content was anything else.

he was so impressed and absolutely adored your little coping mechanism. watching you concentrate on making those teeny pieces of art simply for your own pleasure was definitely a sight to see. the way your eyebrows furrowed and tongue poked out a bit was absolutely positively adorable. and soon he had noticed that he was looking forward less to the doodles and more to watching you draw them. and after that he began looking forward to just you.

you were sat on the jet with your back to the corner of the last seat on the plane, creating a pattern of roses on the back of your hand. Spencer plopped down in the seat next to you, growing tired of watching from so far away.

"that bad, huh?" he asked, noticing the type of flower you were gracing your hand with.

"hm?" you looked up, confused.

"you only doodle roses on bad days." he explained, pointing to your hand.

"what? no i don't!" you defended, " i just think roses are neat."

to be fair, you were having a bad day but he could've profiled that without the doodle. he cant be right, can he? there was no way you had a mood system for your doodles! unless there was.

"repetitive strokes are therapeutic, so roses being rough days make sense. the spiral in the middle followed by however many layered petals you want is a perfectly repetitive while still interesting enough to doodle."

"if i didn't know any better i'd say you've been spying on me, Dr. Reid," you teased, enjoying the slight rouge that appeared on his cheeks.

"what! no! i'm- i'm a profiler i notice patterns! i just- spying sounds creepy." he stammered.

"ok. how about admiring." you jabbed, turning a little red yourself.

"fine. but you know coloring helps too." he flipped back to the old topic of conversation.

"unfortunately i only have the standard blue, black and red ink."

"roses are red." he chuckled.

"interesting point," you bent down and reached into your bag, pulling out a red pen and handing it to him, "knock yourself out."

"what?" he looked at you slightly bewildered.

"coloring is therapeutic, you said it yourself. and you and i both know that you need something to relax you after a case like that. we all do." you explained, trying to be as nonchalant as you could knowing his skin would touch yours.

he grabbed the pen and clicked it open, coloring smoothly and slowly inside the lines you had already made in black, careful not to go over them and smudge the ink. you and him both tried your best to ignore the warmth shooting through your bodies from every place your hands touched. his fingertips lightly grazing your knuckles as he worked.you worked your way up your arm, giving you both space to work and by the time you landed, you had a half sleeve garden of surprisingly well colored (and somehow shaded) red roses.

you went home that night and bought a pack of colorful (washable) pens, hoping this little rose garden with him wasn't a one time thing. and even if it was, you would want to add your own pop of color to your doodles.

thankfully it wasn't.

you and Spencer found yourselves drawing and coloring on your hand a lot. he would catch you doing it and pop in over your shoulder just to add a touch of color where he thought it fit. and you began to feel sad washing off what the two of you had created that day, feeling nostalgic for time that has hardly passed.

and sometimes on the jet you would get tired of your own skin, so you would draw little doodles on his hand, often times leaving a little heart at the base of his thumb. these little hearts he avoided washing off for as long as he possibly could because they felt like a part of you was always with him. he started doing the same thing to your hand, a sort of signature the two of you shared.

most days, the doodles on your hands were pretty much fully colored in.

but now Spencer began to worry. what if you get ink poisoning because of his coloring? sure, the risk was statistically low, improbable even; but never zero. so one night after work he went out and bought a little sketchbook and on the front he scrawled,

"y/n's super duper special sketchbook"

upon receiving it, after giving him a hug he never wanted to let go of, you took a sharpie and started editing the title he had given it. so it now read:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook"

the two of you used up a whole page that day, front and back filled with all types of fruits. Spencer smiled to himself, knowing this had made you very happy. you took a second to take a step back and admire him doing the very thing he admired you for. and you understood why; he just looked so precious and you suddenly realized you craved the feeling of his hand touching yours. so you leaned over and drew a little black heart at the base of his thumb. he looked up at you, smiling widely before returning a red heart to the base of your thumb.

and you guys tore through that book, using a page a day and filling it cover to cover in no time. your own personal handmade coloring book. it turned out to be both of your most prized possessions, a pang of sadness filling your chests as you finished the last page.

you felt bad taking it home with you that night, wondering if maybe Spencer wanted to keep it. maybe you should keep it at work so you can both have it. thats the fair thing to do. you looked down, smiling sadly at the little red heart on your hand.

he did want to keep it. but he had a better idea in mind. he looked down, smiling excitedly at the little black heart on his hand.

the next day when you arrived to work all your worries were solved. on your desk laid a new sketch book entitled:

"y/n and Spencer's super duper special sketchbook: volume ii"

you laughed as you read a small lilac post it note that said, "i want to keep this one please" signed with a little red heart in the corner.

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[jangmi-latte]

࿐ “If Malleus had given you anything in the form of gold or diamond. You must prepare yourself. That’s a sign. You may not bear his kids just yet, but once his heat comes, it will be inevitable to stop him.”

➻ warnings: nsfw w/ a mix of fluff, breeding kink intensifies, vaginal penetration, clingy mal mal, rough sex, cunnilingus, just malleus going all out 

➻ comments: it’s going to go back and forth between fluff and smut so be aware. minors, do not interact! this is The Dragon’s Temptation part two so enjoy! 4.4k words and fem reader <3

"Lilia…" you called, concerned, "...why are you laughing so much?" With no signs of stopping, the old fae continued to holler in laughter. His whole body shook as he continued to take in deep breaths in between chortles. You were growing even more concerned. It wasn't maniacal laughter, neither was it sadistic, it was just Lilia laughing in… joy if you would put it.

Silver— who was staring at Lilia and is currently half-awake—nudged his father to catch his attention; it didn’t work. Scratching his head with the same concerned expression on his face, he said, “Father. You know how laughing out of nowhere makes me nervous.”

The old fae shimmered down into small chuckles, wiping a tear or two as he laid back on the couch. Out of breath is he, he looked at you and chuckled again. His shoulders mockingly shaking before letting out a loud sigh. “It’s happening again.”

“What’s happening again?” both you and Silver asked simultaneously. Lilia looked over at the second-floor balcony of the castle they resided in. In silence, he caught Malleus, who stood and was staring at nothing; or at you. He was deep in thought, and neither you nor Silver noticed. Lilia asked Silver to give you and him some privacy, and the young man respectfully obeyed. He left you with the older fae and your husband, who now descended down the stairs, yet hid behind the wall. He avoided you, much to his dismay, and you have yet to notice the distance he has been placing.

“y/n, dear.” He sat upright and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You obliged and listened attentively. Lilia’s tone was soft, fatherly— or grandfatherly— like. Your thumb caressed the small black diamond that adorned your wedding ring whilst you glanced around in hopes of looking for Malleus. With half your attention situated in your surroundings, you looked back at Lilia, who held a knowing smile.

“Has Malleus given you anything yet?”

You pondered; it wasn’t your anniversary or was the day anything special. You replied, “Uhh... “ you bit the joint of your index finger in thought, “Give me anything like what? Be specific, please…” In the back of your head, you knew the answer. You have been married to and living with Malleus for five years now, it’s not unusual for Lilia to act like something was going to happen.

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about, dear.” There go the shaking shoulders and the suppressed laughter again.

Knew it.

You took a deep breath of air and leaned back on the couch. Your hands covered your face in embarrassment as you remembered the night before. Malleus gave you a pair of 24-carat gold earrings last night. Additionally, he was very lustful and clingy. He would sniff your neck while you’re in the kitchen, he would kiss your knuckles while you’re at the garden, he would hold and grip your thighs while he handled royal duties, and he would kiss and lick your breasts while you slept.

“Those earrings surely are beautiful.” Lilia grinned and stretched, before continuing, “Looks like I have to tell the gnomes to be ready in nine months again.”

“No, wait, Lilia! I’m not even pregnant—”

“Yet.” He cut you off with a wink.

“How would you even know I would get pregnant again this time?!” you whisper-yelled, face flushed in red. Unbeknownst to you, Malleus has been itching to touch you again as he stayed behind the wall. As each day passes by, he keeps on touching you, making sure to stay close to you at all times. It was only today that he kept his distance. He knew he would break any second and just fuck you on the spot.

“Is Faye enough of an answer for you?”

“Mama!”

Speaking of the devil, a little girl, no older than four, ran inside the castle’s lounge and wore a big grin on her face. She stopped just as your legs caught her from toppling to the ground. In a fit of giggles, she climbed onto your lap and kissed your cheek. “Hi, baby,” you cooed and rubbed your nose against your daughter’s cheek.

“Mama, mama. I found...i-i found—” she spoke, too hyper and giddy to finish her sentences as you tried to calm her down while rubbing her back.

“Deep breaths, sweetie.”

Obeying, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She then continued with her statement, “I found a mama duck with her…” she stopped and looked at her fingers, mumbling the numbers as she lifted each finger, “...four—” she showed you four fingers, “—baby duckies, and they were going for a swim! I want to touch one, but Silver told me not to.” Faye pouted.

You grinned, giggling as you kissed her cheek. “That’s great! And Silver is right. Don’t touch mama duck and her babies because she might get angry and hurt you. It’s just like how papa and I would get angry if someone else touches you.”

“She looks so much like Malleus. I feel nostalgic,” Lilia spoke and squished Faye’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying; Faye had green eyes and your hair. What made her look a lot like her father was her having his horns. She has developed into a part dragon, and her horns looked like two small bumps on her head.

“Grandpapaaaa…” Faye complained with a giggle as Lilia stopped his pinching. “Where’s papa, where’s papa?!” She looked around and even stood on your lap to look for her father.

“Ah, Faye. Come with grandpapa for a second. Playtime is over. It's time for your reading sessions. Your mother will look for your father while we read.” Lilia nodded his head towards the wall near the stairs, indicating Malleus' whereabouts. He carried the princess away from you and into another room. She even waved at you and sent you a flying kiss before Lilia closed the door. You sighed.

Malleus is in heat and Faye needs not to know about that.

“Mal?” you called and stood. You hear shifting from behind the wall and as you glance over, you see your husband. He was a bit bigger than his usual height and he had his long tail gently swishing behind him. The formal (it was casual in a way) attire he was wearing had the top buttons unbuttoned, giving you the best breast window you would ever see. As you took in a sharp inhale, he approached you.

You couldn’t speak as he eyed you; you eyed him back. Your brain absorbed this work of art of a husband in front of you. Handsome would be an understatement. “Dearest,” he sighed.

“Why...Why are you like this?” you asked, now concerned as you held his arms.

“You already know the answer.”

“I know but...why…” You moved your hands around, gesturing his whole physique while he looked down at himself. “Has Faye seen you like this?”

“She has,” Malleus said, making you surprised. “She likes playing with my tail. It gave me enough of a distraction from wanting to touch you,” he admitted. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. The closer you are to Malleus, the more you look at his features.

Your hand caressed his jaw as you smiled, "When did this happen?"

"This morning while you were in Faye's room. It was a sign for me to avoid you at all cost." Malleus' voice was strained and gruff. It held the hesitance of him needing to speak those words. He wants to do the exact opposite of course.

"And why would you do that? Mal. I'm your wife. It's my duty to make sure you're alright and sustained with all your needs. Do you really think you could avoid me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I survived during your first heat," you confidently spoke. You felt the king's possessive and needy hands rub against your clothed hips. Itching their way under your dress and towards your thighs while he kept eye contact with you. "And you wouldn't hurt me."

"y/n, you don't understand," came his strict and authoritative tone. "With me in this form, I am already warning you, it's dangerous—"

"That's not stopping me from staying away from you."

"You're so stubborn." Malleus knew who he married as he exhaled through his nose and looked away in sexual frustration. Blabber here, blabber there, that's what you two are doing. What he wants is to mark you, kiss you, lick you, and make you scream already. Unbelievably horny.

You stood your ground, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at your man. "I am."

His tail tightened around your waist, teeth gritting in frustration, "I held back on my first heat because you weren't my mate yet," he emphasized, "and now that you are my queen—" His used your chin to bring your face closer to his, lips grazing yours sensually as his slitted pupils glared at you, "—I am not going to hold back."

"I will fuck you. Breed you. And make sure you're pregnant by the end of the week. I can not and will not be able to hold myself back if that were to happen. Even if you tell me to stop, I will not. Do you understand, y/n?"

Air got stuck in your throat as your lips quivered. Either you were sexually turned on by Malleus' demeanor or you could really sense how intense his heat was at the moment. He was right. The moment you said 'I do' was the same moment you were claimed as his mate, his queen. How that sentence made your legs weak if it wasn’t for his tail holding you firm.

"Then so be it."

"y/n—…" Malleus searched your eyes for any signs of hesitance, maybe even fear. There was none. Must he be scared if he were to hurt you. You wanted to be there for him during one of his intense moments. Well, you were the one who gave him an heir; it’s not anything new that you would give him another. He only fears that with his strength and power as a fae, with him going out of control, he might just harm you.

And Malleus never wanted that to happen, not to you, not to Faye, not to anyone.

To you, this man is still your husband. This is still Malleus Draconia. Just different but it’s still him. You are his weakness; no matter how stubborn you get, even now that he YEARNS to be around you, you still have that impact on him. “Mal. I promise I’ll be okay. I’m here to help you.”

He sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his chest. “I’ll tell Lilia to keep Faye away from the castle for a week. I can’t expose her to this,” he mumbled against your hair. “By tomorrow, you should be ready.” You felt him inhale your scent as his grip around you tightened. Smiling, you kissed his neck, “As you wish.”

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“Faye, don’t give grandpa and your two big brothers a headache, okay?”

Tomorrow came sooner than you expected. Your husband is going to be one horny dragon for a week and it was hard to find an excuse to tell Silver, Sebek, and Faye since they’re going to be living in a cottage in the meantime. While you prepared yourself the previous night for Malleus—he was already impatient while you spoke to Lilia—you were also preparing Faye’s stuff. Not only did you have to prepare yourself for a rough week, but you also need to prepare to conceive another child. Faye is already old enough and you’re most likely going to give her a little sibling.

The first time Malleus was in heat already caught you off guard, but this time, you were ready. Besides knowing his sex patterns already, this new season was going to bring something new. Malleus’ draconic features showed no signs of disappearing and if his heat wasn’t sustained, he’s going to be very grumpy. You trust Lilia enough to look after your daughter. You could even see Malleus stare at his daughter while she got ready to leave. He’ll miss her, even if it was just a week.

“Yes, mama. I promise!” Faye hooked her small pinky around yours and she pecked your cheek. Sebek was already holding her bag while they waited by the door. Malleus looked at Lilia, eyes squinted as if to tell him something. The older fae just chuckled and nodded, “I got her, I got her.”

“Young Master, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own with the young mistress?” Sebek asked worriedly while he gripped the doorknob. It was a surprise to see his king in such a state, more reason for the knight to get worried. Malleus nodded, watching you approach him with Faye in your arms.

“Kiss papa bye-bye,” you said.

Faye pouted and hooked her arms around Malleus’ neck. Her father held her gently as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll have fun with Silver and Bebek but I’ll miss papa,” she admitted. Malleus smiled and placed his daughter down by using his tail, “I will be alright. After one week, you’re sleeping with your mother and I. Be obedient, am I understood?”

An overprotective father is scarier than a dragon if Silver and Sebek would ever compare.

“Yes, papa!” giggled Faye as she held Silver’s hand.

“We’ll be going now. See you in a week.” Lilia grinned while he ushered the two boys outside. You and Malleus stayed by the door, watching your daughter skip away while she held Silver and Sebek’s hands. “Call us if anything goes wrong okay? Don’t hesitate!” you called out. Lilia simply waved his hand at you while hearing Faye say, “Bebek, I want to pick fruit up trees again!” as their figures slowly disappeared from your view.

You sighed, already missing your daughter. And while you moved away from the door, it slammed shut loudly. Malleus’ hand on the door indicated that it was him who slammed it shut. Without you taking notice, you are now trapped between his body and the door. Your back faced him as his nose tickled your neck; his tongue slithered across your nape, the warmth of his tongue and the cold air sent shivers down your spine.

“Mal…” you inhaled, your hand holding onto his thigh while you arch your neck, “We just sent them off. They might come back…” came your quivering breath.

“Oh, they won’t come back.”

“What—”

Before you could even blink, you were thrown on the bed, dazed by the sudden shift of environment. From the living room, you’re now laying submissively on the bed. He towered over you, eyes narrowed, and glared at you so lustfully. “Wait—”

“I warned you, y/n.” The king crawled on top of you. His long tongue slithered across his lips, breath hitting your face as you started to pant in anticipation. The room grew hot. Your body felt like it was burning. Your legs rubbed against the sheets in dire need to be touched and fucked until you could no longer walk. Only he could make you feel this way. Your man.

“I will no longer hold back.”

And holding back he did not, indeed.

Gripping your neck, Malleus captured your lips in a hot, searing kiss. His tongue, with no hesitance, slithered inside your mouth and in desperation and temptation. Incapable of resisting your own muffled moans, and to keep yourself sane, you weakly gripped on his bicep and his wrist. He held you by your neck to keep you in place. It was his way of showing you dominance.

Breath was knocked out of your lungs almost immediately. To keep up with his addicting, electrifying, pace was enough to make you light-headed. With his knees being his support, his other hand roamed on your body. With just a tug of his finger, your clothes were discarded, ripped, on the floor. He was devouring you, really making you feel that you are his mate, his fucktoy for the day.

Moving from your lips to your neck — without even letting you have a moment’s breath — he sensed your pulsating veins. You could feel your heart beating everywhere; from your neck to your chest, and down to your cunt. You laid bare under him and you don’t even know. You felt lightheaded.

“M..Mal…” you panted.

He sucked and bit on every sensitive spot he knew would make you weak. As the rapid beast he is, he left marks, dark and bruising, at his wake. Littering your neck and your chest as his tongue flicked against your nipples. Roughly did he suck and tug with his teeth. He made them look swollen, indescribably sensitive. The hotter your body went, the more you wanted him to touch your throbbing clit already. You don’t know if the marks have satisfied him; it felt like he wanted to add more. To litter your body with hickeys that showed that you're His Highness, Draconia’s only. Waves of arousal hit you strongly as he descended to your navel.

“Shit,” he panted against your skin.

He finally stood upright, kneeling against your whorish spread legs. Your wet, glistening pussy is clear in his sight. He is hungry.

You were left under his gaze feeling so sensitive and aroused, any touch that lingered on your skin would leave goosebumps and shivers. “Mal—!” Just as you were calling out, he dove down to your cunt and latched on your clit. His lips did the work as he greedily sucked and nipped on your hardened clitoris. Your back involuntarily arched as you gripped on his horns. His hands kept your legs open. Choking out loud moans while he slithered his tongue inside your walls.

“M-Mal—..please..please! T-Too much—!” you gasped out.

It was too much, alright. Your cunt so red and wet, your hips shivering as he pushed his tongue in and out. Eating out your wetness with strings sticking and stretching from his lips to your cunt. He groaned with every tug you did on his horns. He was so good, too good, with his ability to pleasure you with his tongue alone. He was right. It was so rough. It was nothing like his first heat.

It was animalistic.

Your overly sensitive nub hardened the more he sucked. Malleus’ thumbs even spread your labia open for more access. You are vulnerable, stimulated, and submissive to him. It was all coming swiftly. You could’ve drenched the sheets with just your wetness alone. Cries of pleasure alone bounced around the bedroom walls along with the audible wet sounds that Malleus’ mouth made on your pussy. He thrusted his tongue, wiggled it inside you, hitting your spots more than you could handle. At this point, you’re shaking with your toes curling.

“I’m close! I’m close— I can’t b-breathe…!” you cried out with your body spasming. Subconsciously, you squirted just as he pulled away from your nub. Now, you’re too overstimulated for you to think straight. You panted at the intense orgasm you had. Your hazy vision looked at Malleus. He was licking your cum from his lips. “You’re ready.”

You couldn’t see his thick cock from your position. All you could do was watch; up until he flipped you onto your stomach with a pillow under your stomach to lift your hips. Your weight leaned on your knees while your arms — as weak as they are — lifted you enough to keep your head from the bed. “Malleus...wait, I’m not—”

He did not listen. Malleus rubbed his cock against your slit and without warning, he slammed into you, deeply. In one sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you as you cried and gasped loudly. He hovered over you, pushing his hips further into yours. Your cunt was quivering from accommodating his thick cock. You have never felt so full.

“Malleus!..Nngh!”

You’re just where he wanted you to be. Under him, screaming in ecstasy, ready to take his seed. Letting him breed you until your pussy couldn’t hold his cum. And he wouldn’t stop even though it’s already spilling on the bed. Your walls devoured his cock greedily. It sucked him. You're still so tight even after giving birth years ago. To fuck you senseless would drive him mad.

That he did.

Pulling all the way out, Malleus pounded back into you. There was no mercy in his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass. He grunted at how you make him feel good. Breathy moans left his lips while you moaned under him. Each thrust was harder and rougher than the last. He was speeding up. One objective in his mind was to make you pregnant. It was just day one. His tail wrapped around your waist, lifting your ass higher for him to fuck you more relentlessly.

“You...take me so well,” he panted as he leaned his lips against your back. “Just hang in there. You’re doing so good…”

His cock grazed and hit just the right spots inside you; he was going to bruise your pussy with his roughness. You were growing addicted to the pleasure building up inside you. As you kept on moaning his name, his relentless thrust fueled you into absolute bliss. Fuck, you wouldn’t even know if you came again. The pleasure just never seems to seize.

His fingers crawled down to your hardened clit, rubbing them in circular motions which sent you twitching and biting down on the sheets. “Mal that’s too much!” you screamed in stimulation. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “Aah…! Fuck—!”

“I’m not stopping,” he growled, pounding repeatedly.

Skin slapping against skin was very evident now, the bed rocked under the both of you. You couldn’t even scream anymore, you shimmered down to whimpers and gasped. His deep groans seem to be more audible as you feel him coming closer to his orgasm. You’re trembling as he manhandles you. He really used you like his fleshlight. With a sharp thrust, you moaned loudly. Leaving your mouth hanging open as you squirted for the second, third, or was it the fourth, time.

Watching you erotically cum and stain the sheets just drove Malleus wild. It was beautiful. Seeing you filled up with his seed just urged him more. The tightness of your pussy just made him moan louder, pushing further into you as his pace grew erratic. “Take it, my queen.”

He panted, “Take all of my cum…!”

Malleus’ hips halted, ejaculating deep inside you while you’re left whimpering at his warm cum filling you up. You convulsed and continuously quivered. His thick semen already spilled out of you before he even pulled out. It felt amazing. It was so...fucking addicting. You tried to collect your breathing, left staring at the sheets as sweat ran down both your bodies. He finally pulled out, leaving you empty as you sighed in relief. Malleus watched as cum dripped down your thighs; he grew hard again.

Just as you were lifting yourself up, your husband flipped you onto your back, “You’re not going anywhere,” he smirked as he watched your eyes widen, “You won’t get pregnant in just one round.”

“Wait..wait.. Malleus let me breathe—!”

He ignored you again and sheathed himself back inside your vagina. “Mngh!”

“I’m s-still...sensitive!” You felt your clit pulsate, feeling like you want to cum again.

He moved again, just as relentless as the first round. With this position, he bit you, squeezed your breasts, kissed you, anything he could do to send you into overdrive, he did. Malleus did not let you rest. Hours and hours he bred you. At times where he’s calm, he would bring you a glass of water. Then it would proceed to another set of sex. Again, it was just and still day one. You have four more days before he’s completely satisfied.

When you started, the sun was up high, but now it was the moon that peeked through your window. It was finally the sign that Malleus was content for the night as he laid in bed in a heap of breath and sweat. You felt like passing out as you stared up at the ceiling. Your cunt was really full of his semen. “Are…” you whined, “...you done?”

“For now,” he smiled and pulled you into his arms. “We still have four more days.”

He kissed your nape as he kept you tight in his arms. You whined more, shifting your legs to make you comfortable. “I already feel pregnant…”

“Just think of Faye’s happiness once we give her a little sibling. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

You tiredly smiled, intertwining your fingers against Malleus’ larger hand on your stomach. Two little kids will be running around the castle soon. A happy Lilia Vanrouge would be spoiling the younger one. Sebek and Silver would have one of each Draconia child to look after. And… probably another one to come after that if Malleus would ever come to heat again in the future years.

That is what welcomed you as Mrs. Draconia.

© jangmi-latte, all rights reserved. Happy to Serve!

[angy-mouse]

croc/🐊 anon from slapnap has arrived baby! here to be the resident dream xd simp

okay so- let me see what can i give you- maybe Dream XD purring in your ear with that amazingly distorted voice about how you belong to him, how you’re all his, how no one else gets to see or experience you like this

or we can talk about the concept where we make him a bit more holier-than-though and throw in some good ol religion kink and worship- “Come now, show me how you worship your god.” aka come give me pleasure bitch- or “My my, a sinner has entered my domain. Perhaps I should purify you myself.” aka what leads to getting railed to hell and back- similarly another idea is that you’re a kind of being that is demonic/evil and thus fucking you stupid and making you only know his name is dream xd’s way of “exorcising” or “cleansing” you- that sorta stuff just 🦋🦋🦋🦋

if you need any more bb i gotchu 😌

i have many thoughts about dream xd- many many many

You have an enormous brain, croc <3. I couldn’t fit everything (even tho I really wanted to write it all) but hopefully you like this as much as I liked writing it :) 

PS your second ask is getting its own thing written for it bc I, too, simp for DreamXD

After so many hours of this, the things he said blurred together. Things like “what a little sinner you are,” and “come now, show me how you worship your god” turned into “good little sinner” and “doesn’t it feel so good to give yourself over to your savior?”

One minute he was praising you for how devoted you were to taking him down your throat even as you teared up and gagged around him, the next you were splayed face down over the altar and his hips were slapping your ass in a steady, brutal rhythm. “You’re being so good for your god,” he purred into your ear, one hand wrapped around your throat. “Are you this much of a slut for everyone, little sinner?”

“No, Lord,” you choked out, feeling the wood underneath your cheek becoming wet with your drool and tears as he fucked you so well. “Only for you,”

“Only for me,” he repeated, voice almost reverent. His thrusts became more brutal at the revelation and suddenly you swore you could feel him in your throat. “I can hardly believe a pure being like myself would lower myself to use you like this. Such a filthy little sinner, just for me. Is this what sin feels like, little one? The feeling of your walls wrapped around me? If so I may become a sinner yet.” His wonderful voice in your ear didn’t falter once even as another orgasm came over you and your hole tried in vain to squeeze him tighter, but he already had you spread open as much as you physically could be. 

“Look at you,” he purred. “Even in the presence of your god you can’t help yourself from falling into sin. How many times have you come around me, hmm? What a filthy little thing.” He hummed and his hand tightened around your throat. “I’ve decided, little sinner: I’ll purify you myself. You belong to me now and I’m going to cleanse you of your sin.”

The small part of your brain that wasn’t entirely encompassed by the feeling of him inside of you began to worry- did that mean he was going to stop? “H-How?”

He gave a cruel chuckle into your ear and sheathed himself completely in you. You moaned out as he began pumping you full of cum, the sheer thickness of his cock inside you keeping any from leaking out. “Just like this,” he purred. You thought his cock inside you was the most full you’d ever be, but with how much he was coming you thought there was no way your body could take it all. “I’ll fill you with my pure seed until I drown out your sin. You’re all mine and I’m going to fill you up every minute of the day until you know it- after all, we can’t have you falling into temptation with anyone else, can we now?”

Had he stopped coming? There was so much in you that you couldn’t even tell, but you could feel it sloshing around as he pulled halfway out, cock streaked with white before he slammed back in. You could barely hear his voice anymore as your muscles gave out and your body went completely limp as you devoted yourself to your god.

“Don’t worry, little sinner. Your savior is here.”

[dragon-kazansky]

Stuck with you | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @cherry-season I've changed it up a little, but it's still based off your request :)

This is a lengthy one, sit back and enjoy.

This was less than ideal. One moment you're chasing Flag Smashers through an otherwise abandoned building, then you're trapped in a room with the Baron Helmut Zemo.

The only way this could be any worse is if you were stuck in a room with Walker instead. You could guarantee that man wouldn't be leaving alive if that was the case.

Still, Zemo wasn't exactly your favourite person on the planet either.

The solid steel door had slammed shut behind you. You were unable to get it open, fearing it only opened from the other side. You're not sure exactly what kind of building this was, but it had clearly not been used in some time. Things were falling apart or rusting over.

"You can keep trying, little bird, but it won't open."

You take a deep breath, trying not to say anything snarky to him. You did not need his sass today.

"Well, I'm sorry, Zemo, but you're stuck with me unless we do something."

"I'm not complaining."

"I suppose you're used to being locked in a room." You turn away from the door and look around the room, not yet feeling up to actually acknowledging his presents by looking at him.

"Yes, but this time I have lovely company. I am at an advantage."

"Yeah right," you say, sarcasm dropping with every letter.

You want to sit down, but you do not want to touch the musty floor. You take to leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, finally looking at the only other human in the room.

"At least in a cell you have furniture."

"To an extent."

"Still, it's better than this horrid and dark room. Plus, something smells funky in here and it isn't me."

"Course not, you smell lovely," he grins at you.

"OK..."

Helmut, realising there isn't much to do other than talk to you, removed his coat and goes to lay it out on the floor, figuring you would be more comfortable sitting on it than anywhere else. However, he stops when call out.

"What are you doing? You'll ruin it!" You take the coat out of his hands and hold it close to you.

"Concerned about my coat?"

"What? No! It's just... it's a nice coat... probably expensive too. You'll ruin it if you put it on the floor."

"What do you suggest we do then?"

"I don't know, but let's not sacrifice perfection." You brush the coat down with your hand as you drape it over your other arm.

Zemo chuckles as looks around the room. It isn't a massive space, but there's very little in it, making it look quite roomy. He walks over to the opposite side and brushes along the ground sigh foot, deeming it worthy enough to sit on. You see him sitting with his back against the wall, looking up at you.

"Do you really want to be sitting there?" You ask, feeling kind of bad he would ruin his clothes like that. Who knows what kind of filth is in here.

"It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

You sigh softly as you walk over to where he is.

"You're braver than I am, then."

"I don't know, you're rather brave," he doesn't sound like he's teasing you. He doesn't look like it either.

"If you say so."

Zemo gazes up at you. You can't read his expression, which feels a little unsettling.

"Put the coat on."

"Sorry?" You frown.

"Don't be, put it on."

You look at the coat still draped over your arm. Why did he want you to put it on?

"Why?"

"If you trust me just once in your life, let this be that once. Put the coat on, little bird."

You unfold the coat and put it on. It doesn't fit all that well, but it's warm. You look at him, unimpressed.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Zemo grins as he holds open his arms and gestures you over with his fingers. You look at him suspiciously.

"Zemo, what are you doing?"

"Come here. Unless you want to stand until who knows when. We could be in here quite some time, and since you won't sit on the floor, there is only one place for you to sit."

"You have to be joking."

He shakes his head and gestures you close with his fingers again.

"You're going be insufferable after this." You shimmy over and get down, taking a seat on his lap.

Zemo uses his arms to support you, but you're too busy gathering the coat and making sure it doesn't touch the floor. He chuckles in your ear as you purposely turn your head away from him as you shuffle in his lap, trying to get comfortable.

"Better?"

"Sure..." You're too embarrassed to look at him.

Helmut gives you a little squeeze, tugging you closer to his torso. This time when he chuckles, you feel the vibration of it rumble through his chest. He moves his head so it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Tormenting you. I have you in my grasp, I'm not going to waste this opportunity to mess with you."

"Is that all this is? An opportunity to mess with me because Sam and Bucky aren't here?" You shake him from your shoudler and glare at him.

"Or perhaps I'm just seizing the opportunity to have you all to myself?"

"I don't understand you..." Your gaze flickers between his beautiful brown eyes.

"Would you like to?" He grins at you.

"I don't know... but I suppose it will help pass the time. Where shall we start?"

"Check the inside pocket." He nods toward the coat around you. You follow his instruction and search the inside the pocket. You feel something small. Grabbing it, you pull it out and hold it up.

You look at Zemo unimpressed.

"I already know you like Turkish Delights. You made that clear." You look at it.

"They were my son's favourite."

"Yeah, I remember you saying," you mutter.

"That one is for you."

You think him quietly and open it, eating it. You look at him.

"I thought you were going to tell me more about you," you say, licking the powder from your fingers.

"I'm starting slow."

"Zemo, you can be honest with me. I'm pretty sure I know all of the awful things you've done. Nothing will surprise me. Plus, I'm already sitting on you, so if you're worried about what I think, I don't think you have to worry."

There's a cheeky smile on his face.

"Are you always this honest and modest?"

"Only when I want to be." You wink at him. You only realise what you've done after you see that mischievous glint return to his eyes.

"I see. I would very much like you to be honest with me."

"What makes you think I haven't been?" You tilt your head curiously at him.

"If you hated me as much as you tried to make it seem, I doubt you would actually be sitting here on my lap, eating my sweets, and giving me the time of day."

He's right.

"Then, I'll be more honest with you staring now. I don't hate you, Zemo. Not really. Don't get me wrong, I'm not happy about what you did to my friends, or the fact you brain washed Bucky and bombed a building and blamed it on him. You're an awful person."

Zemo nods softly.

"But, right here, right this minute, I'll pretend for a moment that none of that matters. Just let me see the man you are here and now." You look at him with a tiny smile, wanting to see the person he was in the moment.

"Well, so far, I'm the man who has let you put on his coat and eat his sweets. If I had access to a kitchen, I would make you a drink and we would sit and chat in a more comfortable spot."

You chuckle softly, you find yourself reaching for one of his hands, taking it in your own. He lets you, watching you do so.

"What else?" You ask, keeping your voice soft. You like the atmosphere you have created.

"I am the man who will look after you for as long as it takes your friends to find us. I shall be the best company I can be right now, if you'll continue to let me." He meets yours eyes, feeling the way you place your fingers between his.

"Not like I have much choice." You grin cheekily.

"I'll take it." He closes his fingers over your hand, letting you settle your entwined hands on your lap.

"When we get back to the house... maybe we could have that drink?"

You feel his breath fanning across you face. He feels all the more closer now as you look at him.

"If you would like that, I won't deny you the pleasure of my company," he smirks.

"I have to say, your company is nice."

Your noses are almost touching. You're really not sure how you find yourself to be in a position where you would even consider getting any closer to him.

"You changed your tune rather quickly, haven't you?"

"Seems so."

His eyes flicker to your lips. Oh, the temptation is strong.

"Maybe we should see how things go." You're whispering now.

"I can wait."

"I won't make you wait too long, after all, you're on borrowed time." Now you're looking at his lips.

"The bitter truth."

"Just means we have to make the most of it. Show me the Zemo I see before me. It won't change the fact they'll send you straight back to prison, but it might make us friends." You stare into his seemingly lost gaze. There's something about the way he's looking at you that you can't read, but he does look lost.

"My free little bird." He whispers.

"Trapped in the cage that is you." You let go of his hand to wipe the tear from his cheek.

He hadn't even realised.

Suddenly, you hear voice from the other side of the door. You hate to do it, but you part yourself from Zemo and stand up, dusting yourself off despite the fact you weren't all that dirty.

The door takes a couple of big tugs, but the boys get it open.

Zemo gathers himself as he gets up from the must old floor, patting down his pants as he stands beside you.

"We were looking for you two," Bucky says, coming over to you.

"We got trapped."

"Why are you wearing his coat?" Bucky looked you up and down.

"I was cold. Zemo was being a gentleman." You cross your arms.

Bucky eyes the Baron suspiciously.

Zemo shrugs and places a hand on your back gently.

"Shall we leave this horrible little place now?" He asks you.

You nod and walk out with him. You walk a little closer to him than you had before, and he notices it. His arm settles around you as you both leave the building together.

It's strange how such a small incident could bring you closer to someone you never expected to. You look at Zemo and smile. You'll make the most of the time you have left with him.

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[hypnomicimagines]

For Honor [Samurai!Yamada Ichiro/Reader] - Chapter 5

(this part contains nsfw, afab reader)

Ichiro practically tossed you over his shoulder as he carried you to the wagon, telling you he refused to do anything of a dubious nature out in the open.

Your body was to be properly cherished, if he was about to do something like this then he wanted to take his time. He wanted to unwrap you like a delicate present, laying you down on the blankets you had been using as a makeshift bed and slowly beginning to kiss the exposed parts of your body. You were thankful you had worn the least complicated outfit in the world, able to slip it off in one fell swoop so your body was bared to the man you had fallen for. Ichiro seemed just as thankful as he kissed your skin, smiling as you giggled about him kissing your thigh; it seemed you were rather ticklish which he seemed quick to take advantage of, his fingers lightly grazing your inner thigh before he spread your legs apart.

You knew about sex, at least the most basic things you could, but you’re surprised when Ichiro’s face is suddenly buried between your legs. There’s a spark of jealousy that ran through you when you considered the fact other ladies had likely gotten this treatment but your mind goes blank as his tongue starts to trace over your folds, lips brushing against your clit in a teasing manner. This was an entirely new sensation for you, your body revealing a new sensitivity as you let out another moan when Ichiro’s tongue came out to flick the sensitive bud. All you could think about was him, your responsibilities, your mission, the fact you could’ve been killed just a few hours earlier, none of that mattered right now.

Ichiro’s mind was in the same sort of place, soaking in your moans as he did all that he could to make you feel good. He was almost obsessed with the thought of making you feel good yet there was a logical, nagging part of his brain that told him his lack of professionalism was going to be his ruin. He was defiling a princess of all people, someone who he was meant to protect, but he would stop the second you objected to any of his actions. His thoughts aren’t entirely lewd in nature either as he also keeps thinking about how he wanted to plant kisses all along your skin, starting from your legs until he worked his way to your mouth. He wished he could’ve taken his time with you but there was a sense of urgency in his body telling him if the moment wasn’t seized the chance to be intimate with you would be lost forever.

“Ichiro…” He pulled away in an instant, carefully covering you up once again before he came face to face with you. You seemed a little dazed, eyes drifting to his lips once he was properly positioned in front of you. “That was nice… but there’s another part of you I’d like.”

“…I have to ask again, princess. Are you sure it’s me you want?”

There was no fairytale ending waiting to happen here, nothing would suddenly change should you have sex with this lonely samurai. It would be easy enough to pretend to be a virgin for your future husband, tonight was simply a one-off, an attempt to work out the stress of the days events. But even he wasn’t delusional enough to believe he could chalk it up to stress, his feelings for you ran far deeper than he wished they did; he wished he could’ve kept that barrier up but you seemed almost too adept at knocking down walls. All those shared conversations, the genuine interest you took in him and his brothers, it had won Ichiro over before he knew it.

“I’ll be gentle,” Ichiro whispered his promise in your ear, kissing the side of your head before he rearranged the wagon. You watched eagerly as he removed his clothing but are disappointed that the sliver of moonlight offered you very little of a view. You would have to view him in the light of day if you expected to truly memorize each detail of his muscular form but you at least get to see him up close and personal as he fit himself between your legs, grabbing your hands and leading them to his dick.

“I-I…”

“I don’t expect you to touch me, princess. I want you to feel… what will be inside you shortly.” You might be a virgin but you knew a beautiful dick when you saw one and Ichiro had it; thick but not overly veiny, skin pale but smooth, you nearly moaned at the thought of having such a beautiful thing inside you. His promise to be gentle and slow was fulfilled as he pressed at your entrance, mumbling something under his breath that revealed his own nervousness. Perhaps he was more of a virgin than you first assumed…?

You gasped as Ichiro’s dick pushed inside you, your bodyguard tensing as your fingers dug into his shoulders; he pressed soft kisses to your neck, an apology for any pain that he might be causing you. It was a new sensation to be so thoroughly filled and as you leaned back, teeth digging into your lip as new sensations began to wash over you. It was clear no man would ever stand up to Ichiro; there wasn’t a chance you’d find such a noble, kind-hearted samurai who would treat you so delicately. How often had you been looked at like some piece of meat by your suitors?

Yet this man, this man who was not bound by the laws of nobility, treated you more like a person than the noble ever had.

Part of Ichiro was still feeling guilty, even as he pressed deeper inside you.  

You were a client, someone he was supposed to protect, yet he was sure his feelings for you weren’t so fair-weather in nature that he was simply taking advantage of you. The things you managed to do to his heart in such a short amount of time were unheard of, he had never been so fascinated and infatuated with a person before in his life. Did the forbidden romance aspect of it attract him? Did the fact the two of you would never be allowed to be a happy couple attract him even more? Perhaps this was simply karma coming back for all the atrocities he had committed, dangling this shiny treasure in front of his face knowing he couldn’t resist the temptation, leading him forward like a dog on a leash into a hole he would never be able to crawl out of.

But you wanted him, too.

He felt it with every hurried kiss you pressed to his face, leaving a trail along his jaw as you tried to get his full attention back on you. He smiled, your face matching his as you started to move your body in rhythm with his own. His body was close enough for you to see and you were admiring him like he was a piece of art while he pleasured you, fingers trailing along his scars in quiet admiration before a sudden thrust sent a powerful shockwave of pleasure tearing through your body. You fell against him, head buried in his chest, whimpering his name as he soothed you.

When you began to feel a tightening in your belly you mentioned it to Ichiro, who told you to relax and allow him to do the work. His hand dipped between your bodies once more and he toyed with your clit again, carefully watching your face to assure he wasn’t overstimulating you. It was exactly what you needed and you came with a cry of his name, Ichiro quickly smothering out your cries before it could attract any unwanted attention. He’s sure the movement of the wagon was suspicious enough but he wanted to lower the possibility of being found in such a compromising condition for your sake more than his own.

When he pulls out of you, cleaning you up as thoroughly as he could, there was only silence. While you were still coming down from your high Ichiro was suffering with the guilt he felt, his brain no longer clouded by pleasure. He would like to say it was worth it but through no fault of your own he knew he had only hurt himself more than anything. He would never have you again, never get to feel your touch, never get to hear how sweet his name sounded when it came from your lips, these things were not for him to have.

They were for your future husband.

Ichiro went to exit the wagon but is stopped by your hand on his arm, looking at him with a pleading look that said ‘stay with me’ but he had indulged himself too much already. He silently shook his head and hoped you would take this answer without more questions, but even with the short amount of time he knew you, he knew it wouldn’t work that way. You were stubborn and curious and direct; there wasn’t a chance that Ichiro would get out of this one without hurting you.

“I don’t want our time together to end, Ichiro. You are the best man who I’ve ever had the chance to meet and I’m sure I’ll remember you for the rest of my days. Please… Please come lay with me.”

“…Go to sleep.” Ichiro turned away from you, stepping out of the wagon without a second of hesitation. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18:

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: Jaemin not knowing what an erection is 😭, fluff, fluff, fluff and angst, not proofread forgive me 😞

“There she is.” Doyoung pointed out, looking directly at you, gracefully walking down the hall. “Her name is y/n, she’s 12.”

“How long will I have to stay with her?” Jaemin stared at you with curiosity.

“If everything goes right, until her soul is ready to abandon her body.”

“What do you mean if everything goes right?”

“There have been some angels who have given into this world’s temptations.” He shut his eyelids, his frown growing deeper as he spoke. “You shall never give into them, Jaemin. I heard loosing your wings causes a great pain, physical and mental.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Never reveal your true identity to her.” His hand gripped Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’ll be able to observe her in your real form, but she’ll never be able to see you, unless you allow her to.” Jaemin nodded, mentally taking notes of all the rules he had to follow. “If you wish to communicate something directly to her, you can disguise yourself as one of her relatives.”

“I have one more question.” Doyoung patiently waited for him to keep talking. “Aren’t guardian angels assigned to humans when they’re born?”

Doyoung remained silent, deciding wether to tell him or not the truth.

“Her former guardian angel fell in love with her.” Jaemin’s eyes went wide, how could an angel fall for a human? “He tried to show himself before her, but we stopped him on time.” Doyoung sighed, a glint of sadness in his voice as he resumed the story. “Unfortunately, he was vanished from heaven. The pain of losing his wings was greater than his love for y/n, greater than his will to live apparently.”

“Well that’s sad.” He pursed his lips. “I promise to do a good job protecting her.”

“I’m sure you will, Jaemin. You’re a good angel.”

“Jaemin, watch out!” His string of thoughts was cut off by your hand around his wrist, tugging on it aggressively to stop him from running into a bike. “Pay attention while walking, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Worried about me?” He smiled at your concerned features.

“Shut up before I kick your ass.” Despite your sometimes aggressive behavior, Jaemin knew you were a softie. How could he not know when he literally spent every moment with you, even if you were not aware of his presence sometimes. “Will you come help me unpack after classes?” Your fingers suddenly laced with his, a habit he’d discovered a few months into your friendship and never failed to make his heart race.

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to appear at your front door with a bunch of house supplies.

“What’s all this?” You helped him get everything inside your messy apartment. “This is really too much, but thank you.” You pulled him into a hug, your palms stroking his back tenderly.

Jaemin wanted to push you away, he wanted to stop his heartbeat from increasing, but you were intoxicating. It was useless to deny he felt something for you, but as long as nor you or another angel knew, everything would be fine.

“Are you wearing something under your shirt?” You frowned, feeling something shift below your palms.

Jaemin pulled away, internally scolding his wings for trying to show themselves.

“Let’s unpack.” You didn’t mention the topic again, but he knew you weren’t gonna forget about it.

He helped you move some furniture, hang up a few posters and fold your clothes to fit them inside your new closet.

“Wait!” You tried snatching the box of your underwear out of his hands, but it was already too late. He held your red, lacy thong right in front of his face, examining it before realizing what it was.

“Sorry.” His face was flushed as he put the piece of clothing back into the box, a bulge growing inside his jeans. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Truth to be told, he’d never experienced pleasure, therefore, he wasn’t aware of the reaction your thong had provoked in his weak human body.

You didn’t make a comment on it, deciding not to humiliate him. After an hour of folding clothes, you decided to take a break, ordering some takeout food and letting Jaemin pick a movie to watch.

“It’s getting late, you should stay over.” You picked up the remains of your food and saved them in the fridge for later. “You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?” The words slipped past his lips before his brain could register. “I-I mean-”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t kick me I think we’ll be fine.” You smiled so naturally at him, as if your heart wasn’t rapidly drumming against your rib cage. “I have a few of my brother’s shirts, you can grab one of those.”

He tried calming himself down inside the bathroom. It was the first time he’d sleep with you in flesh and bone, not like he usually did, in his true form with his wings around your body, keeping you warm.

He was expecting for you to crawl into his arms like you usually did in your sleep, but you didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, too concentrated on your phone. A burning feeling started growing inside his chest, definitely not something an angel should feel. He snatched your phone away.

“Hey!” You tried getting it back, accidentally hugging him on the process. “Give it back.” Your nose was almost touching his.

His deep, brown orbs stared into yours, his pupils growing slightly bigger at the sight of your.

“Jaemin...” You whispered, his erratic breath fanning against your cheeks.

None of you moved, afraid to do something you’d later regret. But his lips looked so tempting, so kissable, you couldn’t resist leaning in, your lips almost brushing before you spoke.

“Is this okay?” You were so painfully close. He knew the right thing was to push you away, but how could he when you were looking at him with pleading eyes? Those eyes that made him want to lay the entire word at your feet.

“Yes.” He was the one to pull your face closer to his, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you in place, just like the main characters of the corny movies you loved did.

He wanted to cry right there, the thing he’d been fantasizing about all those years was finally happening. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his wings, stopped worrying about the fact that he’d probably be punished for his sinful actions.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with delicacy pulling away only to leave random pecks on your lips, enjoying the warmth of them. “Like small, pink clouds.”

You giggled at the comparison.

“I like you, Jaemin.”

“I like you too, y/n. So much.” He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but he figured out it might be a bit to early for you.

He continued savoring your lips, pecking them as if he was trying to memorize every little texture of your plump skin. Your hands went to his sensitive back, unknowingly caressing the spot were his wings were hidden.

It all happened too fast, his large wings ripping through the borrowed shirts and showing themselves to you. The look on your face was of pure shock, your arms falling limp to your sides as Jaemin’s stomach stirred with fear.

“Y/n...” He called you at least five times, your eyes fixated on the silky, white feathers.

It was all too much to process. Was he pranking you? No, fake wings wouldn’t move the way his did.

“Say something, please.” You noticed how his wings fell slightly, as if mimicking his emotions.

Drops of salty tears falling into your cheeks awakened you from your trance, your best friend crying on top of you as his hands held your face dearly.

“How?” Was the only thing you could pronounce, your mind still trying to work through the situation.

“I know this looks bad, but I swear, I never meant to deceive you. I wanted to protect you from afar, but I couldn’t resist meeting you. You’re the brightest human I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve to be with you. I am a liar, a cheater who used his powers to get into your life.” He began rambling, your mind slowly connecting the dots until you finally had an idea of what he was.

“An angel?” You asked, voicing your inner doubts.

“I don’t deserve to be your guardian...” He ignored your previous question, tucking his face in your neck.

His wings timidly pressed against his back, moving the slightest as your fingers danced over them, mesmerized at the soft texture.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Your voice didn’t sound angry, in fact, he could almost see your smile as you spoke. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” Your hands forced his face up, making him face You. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Nana.”

“They might’ve found by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am willing to lose my wings as a punishment for those amazing moments I’ve spent by your side.”

He was about to incorporate, about to leave you and never come back, but the sudden crash of your lips against his had him frozen at the spot.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble...” You whispered against his lips. “But neither do I want you to leave me. I'm a selfish human that wants her angel to give up everything for her, I'm sorry.”

He smiled, euphoric at the words he'd only heard in his wildest dreams.

“Then I guess I'll have to oblige.”

Jaemin spent the night curled up with his loved human, wings protecting her from any danger while Doyoung watched everything with confusion. He knew it was the right thing to punish the young angel for his sinful actions, but there was nothing sinful at the unfolding scene. If anything, it was the purest thing he'd seen from his vast years on earth.

“Good luck, Jaemin.” The black-haired left unnoticed, letting his friend fulfill his duties as your guardian angel until the last breath of life left your body.